WHY I SHOULD KEEP QUIET

Why I should keep quiet
I still don’t get it.
For the navels of neonates have been infected
With the endemic disease of poverty
But Pastor said last Lord’s day
“All is well, all is well”
Sir, even in the well.
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Why should I not speak
When hell lives in our living
For Fathers no longer could afford daily bread
And we sit here leg-crossed
Waiting for heaven to cruise
Or fall to advocate for us
“All is well, even in the well.”
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Why should I even speak?
When our legislators are bewitched
And the judiciary and the palace chiefs too submit to bribe.
Why should I lament when our pavements are turned cemetry
By the builders of our our nation;
I support the motion:

“Let us all keep quiet and sit calm
Watching our manhood severed
Off the downside of our abdomen.”
Ijapa, the wise prince taught us so.
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– Samuel Amazing Ayoade BlazingPen

CALL FOR SUBMISSION – CBPC004 (final saga)

*Chrysolite Bi-Monthly
Poetry Contest (CBPC 4.0)
The Chrysolite Writerz Team
is calling for entries for her
Bi-Monthly Poetry Contest. The fourth edition to commemorate BlazingPen’s 12th year of Penning and 6th year of poeting.
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Submission Guidelines:
1. The poem must be the
original work of the entrant.
2. Each poem must not
exceed 30 lines.
3. Entrant should include
name, mobile number,
facebook user id. and short
biography.
4. Entry closes 12:00am on
July 6.
5. Submit ONLY ONE poem
on the theme: ONE GOD, ONE MAN (addressing religious tolerance and peaceful co-existence) as BODY OF MAIL
to chrysowrite@gmail.com
with the SUBJECT of the mail
as ‘CBPC004’. No attachment
please.
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The works of the first three
poets gets published on the
CHRYSOLITEWRITERZ.wordpress.com ‘s blog and
facebook page
m.facebook.com/
samuelamazingayoade
While the 1st 10 poems get
published in a forthcoming
anthology. Also, the first two
poets for each edition gets a
certificate each.
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Chrysolite… ART in heART…!
©May, 2016
Announcer:
Samuel Amazing Ayoade BlazingPen

ARE YOU MAD AGAIN?
with due respect sir
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this is the third time I would write you
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the words I send are not mine
they are echoes rocochetting from guts of living carcasses
of the masses that enthroned you.
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they are reverberations of quiet groans
of youths that desire a leader
and not a ruler.
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since you have neglected the call
and has refused the warning of the gods
even the apostolic warning and epistle
of Okigbo the great poet;
words of hopelessness and uncertainty have been forced
up the vocal chimneys of the masses
asking me to ask you this noble question,
“Sir, are you mad again?”
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SAMUEL AMAZING AYOADE #BlazingPen
#buhari
#nigeria
#iamavoiceforthemasses
#poemstration 080
read okigbo’s letter to PMB @
poetry.wrr.ng/okigbo-sent-words-by-samuel-amazing-ayoade/

ONE BRIGHT NIGHT by Samuel Amazing Ayoade BlazingPen

(for T-Blaze and lil brother Bros J.)

The night was dark

dark, dark dark

Crickets were creaking

Creak, creak

Mother in travail

Groan, groan

Father in the reception

Fretting, fretting

Sibilings-to-be praying

Pray, pray, pray

Owls were owling

Owling, owling.

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The calender was reversed

Like in the days of Merlin

Shooting stars melt

And comets too fell.

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The night was dark

dark, dark dark

Crickets were creaking

Creak, creak

Mother in travail

Groan, groan

Father in the reception

Fretting, fretting

Sibilings-to-be praying

Pray, pray, pray

Owls were owling

Owling, owling.

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The Clock strucks twelve

Today is sixth

A destiny was written

The joy of a life-time.

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Mother sighed and pushed

Push, push, push

A light shone in the sky

Shining, shining bright

In the midst of the night

dark bright night

Crickets were creaking

Creak, creak

Mother in travail

Groan, groan

Father in the reception

Fretting, fretting

Sibilings-to-be praying

Pray, pray, pray

Owls were owling

Owling, owling

And stars were falling

Falling, falling.

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You are the light

Bright bright light

The sun in the night

Dark dark night

Carry your candle

And take your mantle

The enemy to dismantle

Happy Birthday Dear.

© 6th May 2016

Samuel Amazing Ayoade BlazingPen

MARIA I by Samuel Amazing Ayoade BlazingPen

beauty-portrait-girl-greyscale-1920x1080I will pronounce your name, Maria

I will pronounce you

Upon the hills of lebanon

down the straits of Gibratah

Upon the hills of Kigali

Down the subsaharan arids

Even in the face of Agatu’s sword

I will stand and stride an horse

And declare your name, Maria.

You are fair

Fairer than angels

Lucifer is jealous

That the beautiful ones

Are finally born.

Your smile

Is a toxin

Sending cold warmth

Down the spine of the gods

Whose heart skip

The skippings of deers

On the hills of Rwanda.

Listen to the voice in this voicelessness

And the mime of words unspoken

And the echoes of unsaid words

Which are all encoded

In this unwritten scroll

As I pronounce your name, Maria.

I will pronounce you.

© Samuel Amazing Ayoade BlazingPen (Chrysolite Writer)

“apes” by Samuel Amazing Ayoade BlazingPen

APES
apes have two hands like you do
why discriminate against their kind
they have two hands and legs too
they are your father’s wives.
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apes are not your mates
forget not that ‘apes are human ancestors’
and consider that they are your great progenitors
before you call my africa an Ape
Africans are not your mates.
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Apes are animals
Africans are not apes
Apes are not black
Apes are not Africans
Africans… no
ask your fathers
who kiss’d the black asses
of dark Apes.
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#notoracism
Samuel Amazing Ayoade