Martin Ijir

02/03/2026

https://www.nycbigcitylit.com/winter-2026-content/calls-of-the-river

by Martin Ijir

07/02/2026

Musk from a plant

Like a thousand raisins in the sun,
the heat raises its abode.
Rain calls, and apricots smile—
a blessed miracle of God’s sovereignty.
In great amusement, new hope sprouts;
life, in her great pride, blooms and blossoms,
breaking forth like musk from a plant.
(c) Martin Ijir 7/2/2026

27/01/2026

Hitting the stores soon.

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27/01/2026

Inside this hut

This acrylic canvas in my veins
flows with love, an internal gem
calling hearts from the shatter-house
to sit and share a tea of unity.

Inside this hut, where incense fills the air,
a smile of endless joy ignites
as we stare into each other's heart.
(c) Martin Ijir

20/01/2026

Celebrating my 9th year on Facebook. Thank you for your continuing support. I could never have made it without you. 🙏🤗🎉

20/01/2026

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13/11/2025

The insane calling a sane man insane

An effete leader in drunk dress
No civility landed in a disputed land.
Marching with his goons due to ego;
He barks as a bulldog whose tooth slur
With stain of tar, who are you?
You're a fool as riffraff does

In stoic statute, Yerima said:
I am not a fool in camouflage dress
In this psychiatry scene
The insane calling a sane man insane
Shamefacedly, the defiant defeat

He placed a call, to ascertain the order
Handing over the phone:
To the one, he called insane.
And the sane man, cleared the dust
The insane retreat in shame
(c) Martin Ijir

20/10/2025

Both C's intersect with revolutionary spirit

Bolsheviks marched on this day
In red hats and black cassock.
Police and soldier takes orders
And teargas and bullets fly like birds.
I hate this day. Comrades are arrested
And chained in their cage.

The dross of Stalin and the sickle of Mao scream
At the western hemisphere of animalistic altars
Bears the brunt of aristocrats moustache
Anarchist upholds their chaotic shenanigans
The above congeals both C's with revolutionary spirit.

I understand one thing in this protest
The proletariat takes the arm of placard
Happily like N**i hoping to climb the ladder
And those who has earned laurel
Only protest with pen and paper
And are being attacked by burglars now.

For self recognition, I stymied myself
From their idiocratic march
Because comrades now post trolls
As comedians to support the protest
Fear is the embodiment of apothecary ointment
And silence smiles as unclouded sky, raining
(c) Martin Ijir 20102025

18/10/2025

Venomous flower,
Oh, you venomous flower! How bitter your taste became, why allowed the serpent fangs to touched your glamorous leaves. It corrupt your roots and makes your beauty turns ugly. For thy pride, you succumb to his ignoramus fate, as you thought to translate your present state. All your wiseness became foolishness akin to your seducer, your compatriots in the field of rebellion, your glory now became as wayfaring men on earth.
(c) Martin Ijir 102025

03/10/2025

All this thundering
On the sky. Showers hope
Above their renewed rope
A lightening that takes fear away.
(c) Martin Ijir