Chrysolite Poem of the Month (December 2017)

Peace and Pieces by Samuel Amazing Ayoade BlazingPen

 

(of truth, of justice)

Salam alay’qum. Peace be unto you. Peace

Is the way to start a noble war, standing upon a rosary…

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Wear yourself into the body of a beggar, or a hungry lad

seeking solace in the cover of another human’s belongings

(A human like you but with four feet, a tail and furs)

That is the way to tear your body into pieces

Hurtful pieces. A food for flies. A drink for dogs

That is the way to become a victim of the words of the ‘gods’

that divide the body and the soul, bones and marrows…

Another way to die, is to swallow the pride of an abuse, protest

and cry yourself into a justifiable end, or become the prayer of a cheated orphan

Pleading for justice and solace before ‘men in black’

And watch your soul being searched out of your body by the guns of uniformed men

(Humans like you but with four feet, a tail and furs)

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Here are the pieces of some child…

I loved to sing lullabies to tinge the ears of cradles

Until a boy soaked himself in his own blood

with heaven in his mouth. He swallowed heaven:

A kind of heaven resting on a white stick – a lollipop

A lullaby… Something else… Then a lollipop

Another stray girl-child on the street of Agege, confused

Heaven entered her ears, Paradise in her mouth but

the feeling of the ‘other parts’ were hell. Hell and a lake of fire

She lost her way because some humans like you strayed her

with a lullaby… Something else… And a lollipop

Yet, these men swam their way out of a toothless justice route

Today, I grow myself into an envoy of peaceless Peace. Or pieces

…In between…

I found another man in the middle of this injustice

(A human like you but with four feet, a tail and furs)

who lived between heaven and earth in peace… And stolen pieces

The way to wear a crown of a noble, or become a god:

Throwing himself into the consignment of a king, with no assignment

Wears the skin of a noble steward with glossy lips of fat lies, no assessment

farts through his mouth, drinks the dividends of the subjects, no investment

Like worms. Termites. He terminates wealth in Rocks, in woods… Masses harassment

But he became a brother in the hood, for sucking blood as refreshment

This type of justice has no tooth, I am lost. Find me… I. Am. Lost. Lost is my name

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This is the way to crush a kingdom, or terminate a dynasty

Eat your subjects and grow. Grow your cancerous groins into animals in ‘agbada’

Wear the wig of injustice and strike the gavel of corruption

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Having done all. Sleep. Rest in Peace and your dear nation

In pitiable pieces… You have done well.

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Author Bio

Samuel Amazing Ayoade is a writer in all genres of literature, including music. He was born in the mid-90s to a missionary family. He is a lover of God and a teacher of His Word with a practical difference. He has served in several capacities to expand God’s Kingdom on earth. Some of his works have been published on websites (literary and news), anthology and magazines.  A graduate of Animal Health Technology (2017) from the Federal  College of Animal Health and Production Technology, Apata, Ibadan. He is the President of The Chrysolite Team – an art, literature and media platform operating from Nigeria. He has an acolade of awards of which the most recent is the Wordiator Poetry Flash, which he just won.

Mobile: 08141858259

Facebook: fb.com/Samuelayoade.9

E-mail: samuelamazingayoade@gmail.com

 

Posted by Indunil Madhusankha

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Call for Submissions – THE CHRYSOLITE CHRISTMAS ANTHOLOGY

Amidst the great rejoicing of the festive season, the team at Chrysolite Writerz is excited to announce the news of our latest project, THE CHRYSOLITE CHRISTMAS ANTHOLOGY (Editor-in-Chief: Samuel Amazing Ayoade, Co-Editor: Indunil Madhusankha). We are on a search for Christmas poetry which are packed with sharp imagery and profound meaning for possible consideration to be published in this upcoming poetry anthology. There is no specified limit to the number of lines of an entry, and you are encouraged to send as many pieces as you wish. Forward all your submissions with your personal details and author bio to the Editor-in-Chief, Samuel Amazing Ayoade as a Facebook message on or before the 24th of December 2017. You will be notified personally if your piece(s) are accepted into the anthology, once the review process comes to an end. For any queries regarding the submissions, you may contact the Editor-in-Chief via Facebook. We eagerly look forward to reading your wonderful Christmas poems.

 

With season’s greetings,

Indunil Madhusankha,

Editor – The Chrysolite Team/ Co-Editor – THE CHRYSOLITE CHRISTMAS ANTHOLOGY.

Chrysolite Writer of the Year 2017

We, the team at Chrysolite Writerz are delighted and honoured to publish on our site the winning poems of the Chrysolite Writer of the Year Awards Competition – 2017.

Our warmest congratulations to the winners on their great achievement!

 

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First Place Winning Poem – Chrysolite Writer of the Year 2017

REDEMPTION by Ogedengbe Tolulope Impact

 

Once upon a time…

 

We walked around on earth’s diurnal course

Like vagabonds without the essence of life

We walked around with the testament of death

Written upon the slates of our souls.

 

We walked and grew with the feathers of time,

Chasing after the shadows of dead dreams

Like fugitives meandering the tortuous paths

Of dead end with darkened hearts.

 

In the vanity of our grovelled minds,

We began to build a ladder of babel

For posterity to leave a lasting name

But the almighty God saw the vain attempt

And confounded us with confused tongues.

 

Amidst those shattered wreckage of illusions,

We were dispersed like dry pollen grains

And scattered abroad the surface of the earth

Like sheep without a shepherd’s touch.

 

We became lips of confused languages,

Feeding upon the swinish husks of sins

Until the redemption of the purchased possession

Which brought us back into a glorious liberty.

 

Now we come together in oneness of mind,

Building our world with solid bricks of trust

And despite the diversities of our tongues

We sing together the universal song of love.

 

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Second Place Winning Poem – Chrysolite Writer of the Year 2017

THE WORLD AND TONGUES by Mesioye Affable Johnson

 

The world is too loose,

& what holds us are just tongues

finding a language in a confused wind

to call fluttering men like us,

– say a boy milked by war

beside his mother drenched in lullabies,

– say a girl who men gives well memories

in depth of a man gargling fame in Lagos,

– say a widow dripping wishes on fine stones,

– say nothing finding home in a city’s smiles

& a city’s smiles finding home in nothing.

 

Fire is the crow for those who are late

to wake up, like Borno. Water is the

voice of men carrying deserts on their bodies, &

sand is everyone’s tongue : Of men keeping

memories in engraved dates, of boys

too impatient to learn

lyrics of pebbles in their mother’s absence

before singing tombstones. To live is our smiles

running motion of tired leaves,

I tell you, no one is homeless. There are rooms

below our feet calling men to abundance,

calling us people of sands, they are tongues too,

ask Ozubulu’s blue shirt designed in elegies.

 

Tongues are songs that sings us, & at dusk again,

we’ll lend these rooms our city’s tongue

because the world is a call and response &

we cannot afford to give what we do not have.

 

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Third Place Winning Poem – Chrysolite Writer of the Year 2017

MISUNDERSTOOD by Patience Emudianughe

 

Your father spoke to your mother and she never understood

She served war when he asked for peace

But How does one find peace in strange words?

How does one serve peace when they hear war?

Her parents told her peace was at home

buried in the words she knew

But she ran towards the war drums

Your fathers tongue was honey

but when words flowed

A thousand thunderstorm ranged

 

Your father spoke to your mother

and she never understood

She sighted love in a war drum

and she ran to embrace it

Her parents pointed out letters

that she knew

but she buried her mind

And now she serves war even when she wants peace

 

 

Posted by Indunil Madhusankha