IN THE STRUUGLLE AGAINST PAIN

Like salt on earthwormsMen      Women              ChildrenRattling, coiling alive Their screams,…unheard in it hollering echoesDying in flaring fuel Their voices,Gulped in fiery gas Different people of a same faithWailing tears to a thousand bleed None survived, none arrived Their frames flame in bubbling scars-Spreading like gluttonous ocean’s billowTo conserve not even the finest scalp Our good-bye...

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WALLS OF UNENDING SCARS

I I have seen The four walls Coated with gory hand-prints Of criminals and suspects In-scripting awkwardness Pleading for a public presentation I stared at slogans Screaming…. “we die…innocent” “i was here” “and so what” “are you the president?” “dem go fire me” “na today” “…save us” My heart tears my eyes And the graffiti spawns Ceaselessly… My head smothers As ravaging foul odour Of urine and shit Shutters me to worship At the walls of unending scars With my own “craze-words”. II Hell...

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SCAR SPOKEN WORD POETRY ALBUM- INTRO

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Priest of Poetry- e fi mi le joor

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FLAMES"Priest Of Poetry"(e' fi mi le joorr') feat D-TRUCE

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ON WATER

Hunt me Below clump prairie in the forest,   Scourge me On ridges of tallest hills,   Taunt me In my cramped dark burrow,   Scare me Behind leaves of crooked trunks,   Shoot me In this tranquil flight in the sky,   Chase me Through hazy streets of the slum, But don't dare me On WATER!  ©Uche Uwadinachi http://bookaholicblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/sneak-peek-into-bookaholic-with-bella.h...

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RAIN KEN SARO-WIWA

As the rain gathersYour grave tormentsThe rot of the soilWhere blood turns oilFor the barrel drunkardsIn pot-belly shells “…like the OgoniBattered, bruised,Brutalized and almost buried”Your eyes tears to seeThe fishes coughing bloodVegetables strangled by petrolInfants pant of cancer Pipeline becomes lifelineTo swim ashore to safetyWhere tankers sit like bankers You queried the earth For spouting oilAnd the gods for notDrying its wide well Your protest bang loud Against the loot of rootsBelonging...

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WORDSLAM 5

Culture Advocates Caucus, CAC, in collaboration with the Goethe-Institut presents the most vibrant voices in performance poetry in the fifth edition of the prime poetic on Lagos stage, WORDSLAM. http://cultureadvocates.org/http://wordslam.blogspot.com/2011/09/wordslam-poetry-takes-on-environment.html http://wordslam.blogspot.com...

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THERAPY OF POETRY: 2

More common, you find people withstand the agony of bruises, deep cuts, acute fractures and major physical injuries than bear a sorrow lodged in the corners of the mind. The suffering from a sad memory can last longer than the scars of an amputated leg. The body can only be bait to the being but not the source of the pain.All scientific medications and religious recommendation strongly rely consciously and unconsciously on the initiation of the natural...

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THERAPY OF POETRY: 1

In the open cabinet of a dusty library shelves are laid the custodian of history-books: they are the facts of truths and figures of revelations. Since the inception of the book form, they have stood side by side with time as witnesses to every presented legend as told by the narrator. A much more living and selfless record is it been a vault of reliefs shouldering casts of told and untold tragedies. Like crucibles, they absorb burden and melt it to the...

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PRIESTS OF POETRY

Poetry as therapy is reluctantly a new development in the expressive arts, however it is as old as the first chant sung around the tribal fires of the primitive people. Then it was used by some selected elders to bring healing to the sick ones. The word ‘Therapy’ came from the Greek ‘therapia’, meaning to cure through involvement in one of the expressive arts: dance, song, poetry or drama.Poetry as a therapy uses the traditional techniques of poetry-rhythm,...

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I AM A POEM

A poem educates and exposes us to ourselves and the world around us. In our personal encounter with challenges, is the experience of the larger society. When we cry the world cries; like crickets would join themselves in the sonorous songs of the moonlight. An essential part of reading and writing poetry is not only does it attempt to construe or define the “I” but fortifies it as an integral part of the world. We fetch these thoughts from the same source...

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TESTIMONY OF A POETRY PROPHESY

On July 14, 1984, I met a woman who changed my life. She was dark and pretty in her early forties. She wore a faded red gown crossed with bold native beads around her neck and wrist like a funky city nomad. The obvious distance that her kind of person suffered from people was not just because she looked primitive and weird but this was a town where Christianity and Islam were considered as the popular and sensible religion. She is a voodoo priestess. Unfortunately, i did not visit her temple but...

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The Taste of Poetry

To read a poem is to taste a poem. Like a hot chunk of bean ball within the upper tongue and soft palate, you can’t immediately swallow it instead you gently crunch, licking it spice with your saliva until the very taste is squeezed out for utmost satisfaction. Poetry brokers no fast reading like is done to a newspapers, newsletters, magazines and some other piece of official documents where you read ,hurrying to get to the end of the story for the basic information or resolution-thereby swallowing...

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The Power of Chanting with the Priestess of Poetry

The nursery rhymes of unending skipping sound resounding from the high-rise windows and the slit walls of the kindergarten school, remains the oldest known and surest way of imparting alphabets, sounds, objects and ideas, to a classroom of children, who are freshly being opened up to the mystery of learning and acquiring all the needed skills with which to gulp up knowledge as they grow up. The fundamental of nursery education is the very tool employed by the poet who takes after the method...

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