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DARKBy Osinayah Happyprince AguFallen. Buried deep in the well With all that ticks the bell Of Babel's tornado Fallen. T...
16/05/2026

DARK

By Osinayah Happyprince Agu

Fallen. Buried deep in the well
With all that ticks the bell
Of Babel's tornado

Fallen. Taken apart
By drivers of heart's taut screws
Brittle soul's anchor

Fallen. Alone in the dirt
Where dreams and tears met
Before a molten sun

Fallen. Hell is a distant paradise
Owed the devil
The saint at each sunrise

Fallen. Sadness is the currency
Of broken things
Excuse their noisy clamours.

(C) 2020

Jaachi’s Melody We stand to sow what hips must reap. In earth of hearts, our rhythms ripple through time. To dust and fl...
08/05/2026

Jaachi’s Melody

We stand to sow what hips must reap.
In earth of hearts, our rhythms ripple
through time.

To dust and flesh,
we course in mesh, twains of the crust
of souls.

We best slithering emotions in the race
for time, to become as ourselves lost
in the sea of longing.

For what home are hearts homed
which paths are draped in fate’s seal if not
the joy of discovery?

Away to become. Away to stay.
Away to return. To stray no way.
Like dust in the labyrinth of eyes
is love - thrust souls.

Like evenings and the gape of dawn
And swords at battle drawn
Love be rebirth as dawn

A home of fire, earth, wind, water
Colourful through seasons
Like melodies lost in fantasies.
A way through all walls!

— Aba Poetry Club

Happy married life, Jaachịmmá Anyatọnwụ

From all of us.

Many happy wishes, dear Esther Olanma Shedrach. May this May and the remainder of your New Year bring you bountiful bles...
01/05/2026

Many happy wishes, dear Esther Olanma Shedrach.

May this May and the remainder of your New Year bring you bountiful blessings come what may.

Happy birthday.

Tomorrow. See you.
24/04/2026

Tomorrow. See you.


Dear Dr. Igbokwe RoselineThe sky has no walls to veil the beauty of the moon. For what use is the want for a match in th...
23/04/2026

Dear Dr. Igbokwe Roseline

The sky has no walls to veil
the beauty of the moon.
For what use is the want for
a match in the palm of the sun?
What colour places the rainbow
in need of validation?
Or what blue can chase the ocean
into depressing moods?
The seasons are all but
empty of the passing of time,
and courage is the muse
of ambition. Joy is a dance within.
You are joy.
Peace is a spring.
You are peace.

Today, we celebrate more than a triumph. But, the beauty of audacity, the colourful dance of resilience, tireless trudge at the finish line.

To you, dear poet, we say, CONGRATULATIONS.

Africa…My Africa By D**e ChukwumerijeHer face is a desertHer soul is a valleyHer heart is a mountain plunging to the se...
23/04/2026

Africa…My Africa

By D**e Chukwumerije

Her face is a desert
Her soul is a valley
Her heart is a mountain plunging to the sea
She cries like a waterfall
She weeps like a river
She howls like a rainstorm heavy with thunder
Her veil is a mist
Her dress is the forest
The moon is a pendant she wears on her chest
Her womb is a land
A bitter-sweet place
Her children like tears running down her face
The waters that bathe her
The world that surrounds her
The people that scuttle around and analyze her
And put her in tables
And in databases
That break her to bits and place her in phases
They learn about you
But never from you
They study, but are never inspired by, you
But love is to breathe in
Nothing else suffices
Nothing else can find the spark within the ashes
So, come let us walk
By rivers and histories
By crumbling cities and forgotten stories
Not doing a course
Not seeking a cause
Just finding each other. Just Poet and Muse.

(c) 2012

03/04/2026

How are you?

JUDAS By HappyprinceExpunged from the tale Like feet of the whale The colour of night Is as deep as sight The eyes of th...
03/04/2026

JUDAS

By Happyprince

Expunged from the tale
Like feet of the whale
The colour of night
Is as deep as sight

The eyes of the seeker
No doubt to remember
Wisdom is a tool
To all who can sit and point the fool

Holding his heart between his shoulders
Welding truth cutting corners
Till Gentile is phylum to Jew
Old refuge saved for the wombed anew

But we are all wombs holding newborns
Weaving truth and lies like weak puns
Like Jericho and all the genocides
The song of deceit is a su***de.

(c) 2019

Happy birthday, Happyprince
02/04/2026

Happy birthday, Happyprince

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