When I look at the old scholar's,
I feel encouraged,determined and conscious,
Dreamt of becoming

A man live in an unseen
Where strived and stumbled,
In a narrow shadow,
To commensurate

Night slunk in the summer door
While I was reading.
A watery, half-arsed dark
Still trailing its

from the mountain ledge
one sees a golden ball
setting in the distance
a myriad of colours

the

Brain, you will forget him!
Heart, you will erase him!
Both, you and I, will forget.
Will

the guests have arrived
they wait with their drinks
a roast dinner cooks
a late evening

music, sound that lives
each note has a pulse of its own
one colour
character that vibrates
an

laid and trimmed
showing its' texture
quality and longevity
just like the ad said.
Wish I were a

Ah you are here, not a moment too soon.
That's how I feel when you walk in the room.
You have no

splattering of rain
clouds
can’t get warm indoors
restless

a breeze seeps in through a secret

The importance of play may never be overstated.
It's status in child development so

Buds into beautiful blossoms burst.
Sun creates green but instils a thirst.
Tender tendrils

Mysterious is life and so are we,
You found me first,
I found you first,
As divine providence

Eerie silence gives way to thunder, then heavy raindrops.
Spring green will be here for a

Flames are lightening the room
in rainy day darkness.
The cold wind goes through the bone.
Now

High surf breaking with foams on sand
Endless blue sea as far as eyes can see
Reflecting the

fast moving carriage
empty mini-bar
the stranger doesn’t see or hear
just sits in a reverie
not

And mug of muddy tea in hand, I look out, at the evening sun,
Watching it fall like a melted toffee

We were having the time of our life, and then..
My pride, ego, needs and selish ways
Caused a good

May Bank Holiday
Warm but not sunny
Half-deserted streets
The sky a tone of industrial grey
An

Sand, water, salt and sky
Blue oceanic laughter
The ice cream van
Bleating seagulls
Clusters of

The church bells ring
Chimes from afar
Fanfares, near whispers
A choir of angels

Sounds that

Tiny leaves settle on the ground

Rustic-brown and covered in mud

The wind is silent

The

My heart cannot
anymore my emotions
accommodate.
Permit me to be pragmatic
in affections

I can't ask you to hold me
and it hurts

it hurts in a way that's unfamiliar,
like my skin aches

I feel like it's okay now,
to want you here
to want you to hold me, so maybe
I won't feel so

The great metropolis

Sound of traffic

Steel grey sky

Hint of a chill

The underground

To glance at the magnificent oak of the tree of Soteria
bearing grace through the gales of my

I want you to tell me
I look nice today.

I don't feel like it.

I want you to check in -

Slowly

not everything feels dull
anymore

Though I don't recognize myself,
or this

These corridors are conduits;
Ancient speaking tubes
Riddling the building,
Bringing sudden

My emotions are explosive.
My pretenses are relegated
to the depths.
I cannot my

Samson and Delilah
Submitted By: Joseph C Ogbonna

Delilah: Samson! Why do you imprison my love

I woke up early on a Christmas morn.
Gladly waiting for Santa before dawn.
Looking through blinds

A heart locked in your eyes,
You love her, you need her,
You have no other choice.

Your desire

Sugary, yummy, tasteful
and dexterously
carved out to mollify
my infinite passionate
urge.
The

Dusk sneaks up after another long and hot day

Silent and calming

A breeze seeps through the

Solace

Night

Stillness

Time slows down

The mind quietens

The rush of the day

Nigeria my beloved home is under siege:
A death trap I see in her third mainland bridge.
The

Every glance from you feels inevitably
painful
now, bittersweet?

every message anticipated,

Thinking of you

creates this tension behind my eyes, this
frown, so evident, upon my

I know I'll miss the way the light lingers
when you turn it off

the way the silence feels

"The world is spinning"

and you're not here to
to ground me, to tell me it's

Oodles of money, best of clothes
Heads turn, people whisper, "there she goes"
Best of everything,

Sitting at the airport, waiting for the plane
Listening to two kids driving their mother

As the daily round, of sweet gentle tones,
I feel the calm of summer, through the bones,

Of

Muslims go home
Black lives don't matter
or make America white again
what haters say or show by

He works at the factory, many hours-
atleast fifty a week.
all he's ever wanted is to be part of