Do not tell me that death is an anaerobic sleep,
And like the whale which swallowed Jonah,
It’d spew my son at the tideless shore of bliss,
Just to muffle my mournful wail!
If you must, let your coffin first sail on a sea of dirges,
And you, with the blade of curiosity,
Have slit open the belly of graves;
Then you can wag your tongue
On my bed, lies unclad grief and death- seductively becks
And I hang on, because you speak of a nightmare,
Awaiting folks who by the lullaby of suicide, slumber sweetly.
Wait till we regurgitate your last words and of its cud, chew,
Wait till you have watched the barren black night, birth light,
And confirmed that the grave is a footpath to eternal delight;
Until then, do not tell me that death is a luminous darkness
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The poem, "Sugar on wet Sand" by Omodero David, is experimental and daring. The poet is set to take the #poetrycommunity by storm and our fingers are crossed.
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"Along Came Love" by Zubair Hassan Baba, is what we might refer to as brilliant historical fiction. You may smile or sigh but surely, you will fall deeply in love with Zubair's storytelling style at the end of it all.
Read story here: https://eboquills.com/2021/05/01/along-came-love-a-short-story-by-zubair-hassan-baba/
"...I am the voice of reason,
That dance not to the deceitful tone
Of political eloquence and propaganda
I am the voice above religious hypocrisy and sycophancy
Truth is my warrant and change is my cause..."
Who Hears Me? By Etim Bassey Onyam
Read here: https://eboquills.com/2021/04/24/one-poem-by-etim-bassey-onyam/