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#365daypoetrychallenge #Day71 I speak in lines you can feel Run bold on lines of open realities I seek core hard moulds reeling In smoking facts of life I crave hands craving fitting uplift For a people deep in self-wrought I steal lines of old and new Raising pillars yearning Gainful today and tomorrow I draft crafts of lasting memories Drawn from wells of yesterday's Bards and grey haired ones, Staging virtues for good. I speak in letters and lines you can relate Bundling holes cutting us deaths And wailing pockets across our space I roam hearts around hopeful world Battered bulldozers and caterpillars I dig deep for period finds I sing in tongues of unloading Crafts minted for consciences Parading streets as gods For heroe-worships I speak from the skies of Europe Across the rising dew of Bosphorous Today is Children Day in Turkey Kids are celebrated in the bowel of a Turkish bird Deep in the skies, Near by. Seated by are two Nigerian kids Smi

Day70 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge (for all victims of unrequited love) Once I met a girl named Prettyface Mary The likes of whom set foot on our beaten path so rarely. Her presence was like sunshine pure and golden In an overcast season of promises made and broken. Consumed by her overpowering radiance, I felt entrapped within her magnetic ambience. Gushing in admiration unbridled, My opening line to her, I pronounced softly, unguarded. ‘Prettyface Mary,’ I quipped. ‘May I remain bathed in your cosy presence till eternity?’ To my entreaty, Prettyface Mary beat a silent retreat. Still, I persevered. To her, I said, ‘If no answer is forthcoming from you, my dearie ‘Then, I fear my heart Will into a thousand fragments remain shattered.’ Prettyface Mary was unyielding Perhaps my style was discomfiting. So to a different strategy I placed my hope And to the goddess of poetry I duly approached. Missives in droves I penned to Prettyfa

Day69 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge To street kids, finding rest in dark tunnels Laying on broken bottles Fasting for food Dancing in rags Smiling with yellow teeth Drinking from dry gutters Healing from hard drugs Taking hugs from trees Using branches as bed To homeless kids, Now drug resistants Growing compulsory dreadlocks Seeing humans as animals Thinking life is a jungle for the mighty Struggling to tell society They are not witches and wizards Sexually molested in minutes Dying from stigma Dying from starvation Dying from infirmities In shallow graves unmourned To wandering kids, Who have never tasted fried rice Who got cajoled into bad gangs Who had to birth malnourished infants Thinking their life is a mess Breathing in carbon dioxide Shivering with bare bodies under rain Who will maybe not read this You are noble and tremendous You will rise again There's absolute hope for street kids. Chinatu Orji is an amazing P

Day 68 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangchallenge CR7, You have taught The world that the journey Of life towards the top mountains Of success requires Only a determined hiker Like you Crossing the hills And cliffs Leaving Smiles Planted on the Lips of fans Applauding At Madrid, Daring you were Like a lion Focused you were Like an eagle Speedy you were Like a cheetah Shiny you were Like a star In you, A true champion And a king like no other Has left Leaving behind Memories so exciting To forget. Goodbye, CR7. Khalid lmam, the Editor - in - Chief of Muryar Adabi is an author of over ten literary books. He is the Board of Trustees Member of Poets In Nigeria and the Kano Lead - Rep of Poets in Nigeria Connect Center. He is also the Vice Chairman of the Association of Nigerian Authors, Kano State Branch. Imam who hails from Kano state is one of the finest postmodernist African panegyric poets, a passionate teacher, translator, editor, literar

Day 67 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge The golden eyes of millions Thrill the brokenhearted They sparkle like glitters in an armor They speak more... Youths of colourful future Flying in features Youths will back stab corruption And build a giant wall of progression Lead by profession Then we shall all move in procession Groving in appreciation Strong hands for leadership Aiming for a future When corruption will be dusted from our picture Youths of positivity Neglecting negativity We are the hope of our nation The pride of our nation Esther Emmanuel is Model and a Poetess. Photo credit: Williams Okina #Nigerdeltatourismexpocalabar

Day 66 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge I am a polity in distress Maimed and emasculated I've lost my glorious days Alas!I sit askew with shame I'm a victim of circumstance Sandwiched by two opposing forces Where do I go from here? How do I ward off these monsters? I'm distraught and sad Fraught by myriad vices I've been deceived many a time By evil walking in simple ordinariness But is it my fault to be richly blessed? Is it my fault to be raped by my own children? My limbs are weakened and numbed My brows tired by onslaught of woes I've been beleaguered and wounded By pelts coming from within But I've kept my faith,perhaps too long Now many deride and scorn upon my name I'm the practical jokes of parliamentary sessions I've been defaced and smeared by my very own! Forced to feed on my innards Denying me the brimming wealth of my barns See how they loot and divide my possessions Even before the dusk

Day 65 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge We are here again At the time of shenanigans When words are cheap When suavity is mastered And the people 're fooled The moments have come For theatrical melodrama Of giant bills and flyers When friendly enemies dangle us On marionettes like puppets We are here once again At the time of volume deception And 'chameleonic' traits When fantastic lies fill and bloat Our gullible famished stomachs The times are here When truth is compromised And our rights sold for pittance On the street of falsehood For another baptism of anguish This is another season of subterfuge When deceit bare its teeth And dare come to us yet again in the open Jangling shackles of our slavery in one hand Rice and salt in the other asking for our suffrage We've come another full circle When we pay obeisance To oligarchy with sweat and blood Amidst frenzy applaud as corruption walks in With aplomb through the s

Day 64 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Oh! Greedy men, how long will you live in bribery? Disguised, yet committing secret robbery; Hoards money in excess, yet unsatisfied Oh! Men of greediness, stay away from bribery because its reward is misery; Though money collected in secret appears to be sweet; But its repercussion often brings it open in the street; Like pregnancy whose pleasure was enjoyed in the secret; Oh! Men of greediness, stay away from bribery or face its heat; Bribery has come to stay in our days and its damage to humanity is unquestionable; Like a communicable disease, Speedily turning the hardworking minds to lazy and incapable; Oh! Men of greediness stay away from bribery, for no sinner will go unpunished For a better nation, we all need to put a stop to robbery. For if all of us engage in it, who shall create an awareness against it. Okam Kalu is a Poet and a Writer. He strongly believes in the pen as a weapon for mass destruc

Day 63 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge You asked… why do they run? They’re fleeing North from them southerner’s sons’ with ankle chains and ‘those heavy shoes on But… IF, innocent. Why then run? They like not the caliber of Smith & Wesson’s company. nor spewed imagery WHEN FINALLY meeting their Blood. This poem is dedicated to Rock… "Take flight like a thief in the knight", A RocDeeRay Production About Renee I, Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown, I'm the wife of Cardell Nino Brown Sr. and from our union came Cardell Jr., Renee and Raven Brown. I am the offspring of Mr. and Mrs. Peter C. Drummond of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My siblings are Delbert D. Drummond and the late Pastor Shawn C. Drummond. I was born in North Carolina, at Camp Lejeune US Naval Hospital. I am a graduate of Geneva College of Pennsylvania, and my love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through my very unique style of poetry, which is viewed globally. My poe

Day 62 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Èlédùmárè! I heard you are the uncaused cause The preceptor of all cause? The poor pray, 'yet the rich slay And you answer prayers? Baba Àlísä calls on Òrúnmílà for wisdom Àdúnní the barren; calls on Yemòja Baba sàdé is stroked; he calls on Erinlè Ìyá Àsàké is antagonised; she calls on Sàngó They hear nothing The gods are not to blame Human flesh they invade Death pervades Carcasses are left in dispute those that have fame Powers they portray Though abruptly lame Forfeit a God, a Satan Forbid your gods and the goddess Metaphysical elements hunted Skeptical and daunted ashamed,untrusted; so powerless Our fathers indoctrinations are thrilling They hold us(children) to tenacious beliefs Deodorize us to jargons Unseen elements enforced Empirical facts unenforced The missionaries are actions Bàbálàwó is skeptical of revelations For their gods are dead They have no hand, even head, And who sa

Day 61 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Walking through towns of thorns I strode towards fire Through piercing pebbles Taking gingerly steps On sorry feet Like an emissary of misery On a journey My face weary of smiles Masked with pain Eyes gleaming with fire Striding towards perfection I sought for sunshine Fingers delving into sordid soils Searching for joyful claps Digging for gold. Symphonies of pain coloured my gloom My face beaming with streaks of hope As I clasp my hands with sorrows Drums of discord rolled around my feet As I swam through webs of sunlight Teeth gleaming towards perfection As I held the gaze of my goal! Dorcas Odok is an artful Poetess, Writer and a member of Poets in Nigeria (PIN) UNICAL. The above poem won her the 3rd position for the Sprinklestoriez Poetry Contest 2018.