The fountain Arena

The beauty of a work of art is its sound effect. It resonate with your heart rhythm promoting a cordial agreement with sound and pleasure. This poetry will heal that thirst . The talking drum roars in fierce melody Still, her silence speaks volume than it's rhythm. Who has charmed her? Could it be fear? Whose chains confines her will. Being her lover, Her vision is his prisoner. Her voice drowns in his love Alas! The streams of hope aflow Her vision could have a bath 

  Love, a name the world is built on is a mystical feeling that attracts every human regardless of their colour, gender or believe. Thus, it can only be understood by those in one. So then, the question is, when and how will it find you?   Little clouds hover Beyond my naked skin, Seeking refuge from a forgotten maggot Swallowed by doubt tossed by sanity twist Of a weak malice and delaying cover. Will my mind ever felt What it meant to bathe in sun dust? Cleaning my lingering stance of faith  In the eclipse of love over hate Fishing the sea for treasure hidden in myth.

Let the banner fly Let the name be heard  Of a new nation  Above dump and misdeed  Let a new reign be heard  Just and glory again We love and set our trust high On our green hope and victory uphold Our land is green  Our land is furnished with tongues as high  As Everest and sky

 Have you ever wondered if Nigeria was an animal character? O! What an amiable one she would be. She would detest the vulture and embrace the hen. Her claws won’t feast on her own  Those eyes will bulge only to protect and not to devour  Her walls would shield and not grow wings to fly. She would be an eagle; Not a predatious one. She would possess a tenacious vision; With defiant strength,

  Love is best replenish in one's youth. Because that is where its union is best enjoyed. But after the dark(old) age sets in, there might be misplace of what or how endless the concept of love is. Therefore, there is an instance urge for one to enroll into a relationship quickly. Learn from the poet side of argument about this ideology in this poem. Leap to me Dear sunny sea of solemn sit Fit your globe of pulchritude With the season visit To adore our union feast. To be my love, and be mine. Leap to me When your radiant is cloud; I will be your light.  Seek  me, When the peacocks are striped; I will be the sun that brighten your mind. be my love, and be mine. Read also: the forgotten tears Leap to me  Before the summer turns winter; And the might of ages declines. I will feed you endlessly. So, be my love and be mine.

  T he pain that surrounds us do not spare our beloved ones, As we share the same burden and ecstacy together. This fosters  the 'why' that makes our affection lingers. Same goes with our immediate environs, where the natural objects such as rain and the land joins in our anguish party. The metaphoric usage of the desolate land where people weep non-stop is liken to the pain one felt when things goes bad in their most treasured station of abode(land or home). Share in this sensation with the poet as he embarks on the journey of pain together .   The ocean has saturated our land; Carcass of precious sewage inviting Offspring of alphabeta to trade with us  In the annual feast of the eye's flood. Here we are, lords of swollen lashes. Kissing the blended sail of craving pant For decaying ages that shone our nodes Before our first withdrawal was made Click to read  caged  Together we sang duet of scorn From our distance crest In union cries that pierces the skin Sweating myster

Photo:Twitter Can a child who is born for freedom fly when its wings are out? or can a mother whose stomach had housed a child for 9 months be denied her baby's growth? How then can we enjoy the sensation of freedom when we are caged? This is a quick poem that entangles the mystery of imprisonment and it impact on the live of one who are bond and their infinite desire for freedom. Sitting still on swollen word lips  Hands on-shore and gaze on steels I heard their voracious laughter Cheering my tearful plead In menace  "Set my caged feather to sail" I moan in a voice of unheard harmony Read also the call Lazy bird is only lazy in stillness But potential it will in freedom For her lips will sing harmoniously To everything that breath continuously But in the rings surrounded by white hunters Her bravery is graciously locked In her heart's corners Her stomach craved the tantalizing Spice of freedom recipe  Courting down the lips and racing  teeth Of the difference sloops