I know my soul is a complex of ballads &odes,
A barn where harvested poems are stacked,
But let me stare into your eyes, my fair one,
For there are sonnets scribbled therein,
Written in verses of infernous passion
& If only you’d affix your hands in mine,
We will become an anthology of poems,
To be read by our estranged lovers-
The ones who promised to be rainbows
To scare away the floods of gloom,
But left when clouds gathered in our eyes.
The curvy figures of speech may become amoebic,
For I have seen metaphors, melt like candle wax
And oxymoron, made morons out of poets;
But if we superimpose and become one poem,
&heated arguments tear us apart &break us into lines,
Even After enjambments have tried in vain to keep us together,
My fair one, we will surely be re-united by verses.
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/