Monday, April 29, 2013

voice of the voiceless



KEMI ISLAMIYAT BAKARE:
 Bones may crush out of time,
 But the voice of the voiceless can report the dead
 Night to unborn dawn to come.
AJ HOUSE OF POETRY  CALLS FOR SUBMISSIONS OF POEMS FOR HER ANTHOLOGY ''VOICE OF THE VOICELESS'' 
 3/4 POEMS PER POET
FROM NOW ON, THE RACE FOR POETS OF THE WEEK HAS BEGINS

THESE ARE THE ISSUES  DISCUSSED IN OUR LAST MEETING, WHICH WAS HELD AT ALAKOTO SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL ON MONDAY 21ST APRIL 2013.

ALL MEMBERS SHOULD BE PRESENT ON WEDNESDAY BEING THE 1ST DAY OF APRIL 2013, TO DISCUSS MORE IMPORTANT AND RELEVANT ISSUES TOGETHER.

TIME-: 1:00 PM
VENUE -: ALAKOTO SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL, TOLU SCHOOLS COMPLEX.
WHOSE SUBMISSION WILL BE ACCEPTED-: ALL MEMBERS OF AJ HOUSE OF POETRY

 
 
DARKNESS
Sober in darkness
Tears, in eyes of love
It painful
But be cheerful

OLONOGBE
But you are too
The child is pitiful
He is not thoughtful
Resentment with me
Though it harmful
Live goes on
With this remarkable scene
 I wish not to
I'm sorry to
Tree and wind
Appears in battle
The mighty is shown
Either of both
In confrontation
What a glorious painful day
The tree was but short
Lying to feet-on
Dying as day count on
With the scene remarkable
My eyes are in your hands
Stab if pleasant
 A ball of egg
In ones hand
Is like a gold
Not to be sold
My eyes are in your hands
If only that tree
Can be rebuild
My eyes will pull not.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

 
 OSIGWE BENJAMIN
MY EYES SKIPS.

My eyes skips
as i saw you grapple
with the light
that finds it way
into my castle
to rest

OH! What fragrance
dances on your hole
you?

What beauty
sings in your face?

What hair style
you fixed?

What color of lips
you have been
awarded?

What blessings Aldous
you?

What smiles
you are gifted with?

Well i care not
for your answers
just one more
question

can i be your
" TV STATION " ?

Sunday, April 7, 2013

 
PAINT ME

Paint me now
Paint me yellow with your words
And not feeding me with lies
I should live in you
So you shall crack my bones?

"Unlike me"
I will walk to Golgotha
Paint me black
Still my cross I will hold
To the last minute.

Not to give up the ghost
My words should be swallowed
They preach,unrepentantly
For our soul to dwell
In the secret of them
"oh most high"

To abide by the glory of lies
Accept must I their painted picture
As heavenly "act"

Paint me no more
For the giant black cat is home
And the mice shall be clam down at eve.
 
 
 

Love In The Memory Of Pain: (Poems)






Book Description

March 28, 2013
In "Love in the Memory of Pain", a poetic characterization of the freezing point resulting from the equilibrium of the solid and the liquid, we feel the force of the love-passion with which Dagga Tolar, acting as the voice of the downtrodden masses, hauls stones at the predatory rulers feeding fat on the sweat and blood of the citizens – potent stones moulded from strong poetry, great poetry fired by fury. - Folu Agoi ( 1ST VP, Pen International, Nigeria.)

Editorial Reviews

About the Author

"The poetry of Dagga Tolar makes its way through the thick of life, it is a bundle of song and endurance, passion and desuetude. Most people will see the streets in these poems and they will be right. Here is what we are, plain and unvarnished." - Tade Ipadeola



 http://www.amazon.com/Love-In-The-Memory-Pain/dp/3943000427

TOUCHING LIVES THROUGH POETRY




It was a sober reflection as guests watched the written words come alive through various performances of resonated the lines of Chinyere Darline Ezeigwe’s poems.
Poetry came came alive as Chinyere unveiled her book,Parable of Deeds, last Saturday. The thought-provoking collection advocates against societal vices, violence, politics, religion sex, incest and quandary of choices.
A critic said the collection tends towards “sad thoughts”. Chinyere said his words aptly describe the mood the poems evoke, adding: “It was written during a critical time in my life when the mishaps around me seemed to scream at their loudest and they flowed through my pen.”
The book reviewer, the sensual poet, Ayeola Mabiaku, said the collection, which is reflexive, is an improvement on the previous one entitled: Beads of Essence. The language used in this collection, she observed, is “simple, understandable and clear”.
Reading the poem Drug to illustrate her review, she said: “There is an evolution process every poet must go through, a time to hone ones skill, I can see this development in this work. And I see that Chinyere is maturing like vintage win in this collection. Although sometimes the very essence of a poem is lost when needless words are used, this is one area the author should look into for her future works. The imagery created is of a dramatic monologue as one visualises the speaker with the result that the particularity of the situation is evident.”
On his part, the former the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA), Lagos chapter chair, Chike Ofili, reiterated Mabiaku’s words, saying that the author has reinvented herself.
The performers including Iquo Eke, this reporter and AJ House of Poetry, took the genre beyond the intellectual confines, giving life to the words on stage. The AJ House of Poetry performances was especially electrifying accompanied with equally touching songs. They touched the creative essence of the audience, particularly that of veteran journalist and fashion exponent Edozie Onaka, with their dramatic interpretations of Priestly Confession, Not Me and Across the road. Eke captured the attention of guests with her rendition of One Piece and The Place to be.
Touched by the lines and the dramatic interpretations, Onaka said: “This is a revolution. It is taking poetry from the intellectual confines and connecting it to everyday experiences. I am quite impressed by the wisdom imbibed in her words. Politicians think of the next election but leaders think of the next generations. Chinyere is a leader.” Mrs Ikem Okoro, a marriage counselor and author of Enriching Marital Sex, said the atmosphere triggered in her poetic essence. But for the author, it was meant to provoke the thoughts. But Chinyere has refused to dwell only at the level of intellectual rigor alone. She also formally unveiled her charity project called of Our Generation Africa Foundation.
“I didn’t mean to sadden you. I meant that stimulate thoughts as you go through it about the mishaps happening around us, the menace and the rise of societal vices, its causes, how we see ourselves in the nearest future. Think: “if these are what confront us what are we, individually, going to do about them. This has given birth to Our Generation Africa Foundation, inspired by the poem, Across the road.
“Our vision is to see more young people discovering themselves, developing their talents or skills to the point where it provides them with a source of livelihood. This, we believe would reduce the unemployment rate as well as the number of nuisance around us. When we are robbed, raped or move through the red light districts, their actions affect us and pathetic still is that they grow up from streets thugs to becoming political thugs and that is why politics is said to be a dirty game. I have mixed with these kids and feel their pain and that is why aside unveiling the book, the foundation is equally important,” she said
As its maiden project, the foundation will be reaching out to youths at Ikota, come December. She called for volunteers as friends, counselors and mentors, urging that the move would spell a revolution in the lives of many who were born or living in various conditions of hopelessness that ignites vices in the youths. She praised the mentorship efforts of current chairman of ANA Lagos, Dagga Tolar in breeding young creative minds such the ones featuring in the AJ House of Poetry. “When I was going to watch them practice their performance, I saw some of the people we are talking about. And I thought what would have happened to them if Dagga Tolar had not engaged them where would they have channeled their energies. Thank you for giving them these opportunities.”
And as a parting note, she urged guests, saying: “Remember, there are some people somewhere wishing to be better but do not how to go about it. As you walk down the road, there is someone walking past you thinking of suicide or where or whom to bomb.”


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