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Līgo Circle of Appreciation

I’d like to start this post by thanking “ESENGA’S VOICE” for appreciating this blog through the Līgo Circle of Appreciation.

In her words:

The yearly Līgo celebration happens every summer solstice in Latvia.
At this time we adorn our heads with Līgos of flowers, oak leaves,
grasses and plants. We join circles around bonfires and celebrate life,
and our appreciation of each other.

Here’s our
Līgo Circle of Appreciation
among fellow bloggers. ( for more please click on: (ESENGA’S VOICE- Ligo Circle of Appreciation)

Here’s how it works:

* Complete this sentence about blogging: ”A great blog is…”
* Refer back to the blogger who invited you
* Invite 2 bloggers to join the Līgo Circle of Appreciation on a post

A blog is… a window to another world. 

The intent is to peep but vision, word and animation hold us captive

Thought and emotion are aroused and finally we are sucked into a new Dimension

We stay only for a moment but we leave never the same

Snapping back to reality with a little more wisdom, gladness or pain

I’d like to add to this wonderful circle of bloggers:

http://evokingthedeep.wordpress.com/ – for his amazing poems that stir the romantic soul.

and

http://iftodaywehear.wordpress.com/ – For her daily simple poems that teach us simple faith

Once again a BIG thank you to Esenga’s Voice! Please check out the wonderful world she has created at http://esengasvoice.wordpress.com

Cheers! 🙂

An Englyn Milwr Banter (dVerse)

Staring into the nothingness before
Inspiration flat, no thoughts of lore
ALAS! EUREKA! a spark of grandeur!

and then I write:

To give ones love and yet be kept in thirst
Many are the souls blessed with such a curse
Yet to live and not have loved is much worse

Today on dVerse (http://dversepoets.com/2012/10/11/formforall-englyn/) we are taking a look at the Englyn (plural Englynion). This is an ancient form of Celtic poetry.

Traditionally the Englyn was used to praise or mock someone well-known. Because of their brevity, they can distil ideas or emotion in a concise verse.

There are eight different forms of Englyn. I have chosen the Englyn milwr

Englyn milwr

This is the soldier’s Englyn, which consists of three seven syllable lines, all of which rhyme.

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Thanks Sue Judd! I hope my poem did some justice to today’s topic 🙂

My road to enlightenment

A little wiser than yesterday

The room upstairs, initially a dull shade
but filled with many treasures
needing only a spark to brighten the space

A little wiser than yesterday

The chamber in my head brightens from a deem,
light emanating from a match
but I have my sights set on a blazing bush

A little wiser than yesterday

There’s  a progressive glow each day
as wisdom becomes watchword
and knowledge my banner

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious – Carl Jung

…to my Motherland (incl. Haiku #17)

Outrage Trails Killing Of Three UNIPORT Students Over Alleged Theft http://www.ngrguardiannews.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=100848:outrage-trails-killing-of-three-uniport-students-over-alleged-theft&catid=1:national&Itemid=559

She's growing older
  Her children growing colder
  Where did she go wrong?!

This Haiku was inspired by the recent killing of three University students in my country. According to the Nigerian Guardian (Outrage Trails Killing Of Three UNIPORT Students Over Alleged Theft) they where mercilessly beaten and burnt alive by the villagers of the community for allegedly stealing Blackberry mobile phones and laptops in an off-campus hostel of their institution. There was even a video  capture of the event that went viral (VERY GRUESOME STUFF! Please be warned!) …  its been sent to me a couple of times, but have refused to see it 😦

Taken off facebook.com

Came across this picture yesterday while on facebook and laughed at how frightened it made me at first glance; I laughed even more when I read its title “Uncle Carnage wants YOU!” but today it takes on a new meaning as I consider the gruesome act of jungle justice that has taken place within my country’s shores.

To My Motherland

Turn the Stars on his hat to Green and White  stripes and wonder if Uncle Carnage hasn’t already claimed  “US”

When did it become so bad 9ja?!

Dealing with the level of corruption and mayhem within your shores is bad enough …but THIS??!!

Yet I am still in love with your Green, White, Green!

It happened somewhere in the red light district….

A chaste brethren lay fallen tonight
in a corner room, in a district of red light

Wondering on actions that lead to this
the moment still fresh, he reminisce

Like delicate orbs wrapped in silken case
Delicious juices her carriages laced

The sweetest nectar from her breasts did he taste
To ecstasy’s gates his sensations raced

As though Lucid but still awake
In her fountains he finds his honey filled lake

His very first of such experience met,
skill in her torso turns him flounder in her net

Caution to the wind; mind set on fire
as he bites of the forbidden fruit in mindless desire

Finally an end comes to all good things
now on his back, the angel with broken wings

Tortured by the thought of a night passion’s end
with this lady of the night with a baby to tend

A photograph taken of the Red Light District i...
A photograph taken of the Red Light District in Amsterdam. It is also known as the “Wallen”. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Haiku #16

‘Seems we missed the train
Questions- how we lost our way.
Love lacked a road map…

Red

Today on dVerse, Anna Montgomery is taking us through the art of contemporary poetry. When I wrote “Red” earlier on in the year I thought it was just out right weird, but after reading her article I understand this piece even more.

Happy reading and please meet up with Anna at http://dversepoets.com/2012/10/04/meeting-the-bar-postmodern-prose/ for an education on Contemporary Poetry

Cheers!

festivalking's avatarFestival King

I’m not sure it makes sense anymore, how could it come to this?…. Maybe I should have seen it from the get go but all I saw was “Red”…

I fell in love with beauty I had never known. Vibrant, Sexy, Intelligent, Creative… A perfect gift of Cupid’s to me. She would be my gem and fortune, and she was. We gave into each other absolutely;  the perfect couple… Everything was “Red”, but time is a wicked thing…. With it that vibrant color begins to wear and a faded texture I see.

Cupid’s gift gradually morphs into a fiendish curse. Aggression and anger is its gift to us. She, still my rare beauty, I look at her and the devil wears Prada comes to mind. My “Red” beautiful, powerful and yet vain flower.

Quarrels over the slightest matters ensue… Initially welcome, as passionate acts of reconciliation fuel “bittersweet” to a…

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Dark reflections…

A kiss did strike the final blow
too strong? too soon? or was it too slow?

young love ripped to shreds, tip toe to head
Goodbye said; a harsh reality unspared

The heart lay broken, past is now token
From sulfur and brimstone, a demon awoken

The past is past, the future grim
To care is failure, to love is sin

By what  horrid thing is love replaced
A hollow soul, black and unchaste

A faceless no one birthed this war
With gross deceit  the hymen tore

The phantom, sits in reminiscence
“Belief in love turns me to this…”

O what dark reflections love dost bring…

(Googled Sketch!)

Our Meat by Odebala Irene Ese

On an empty stomach they expect us to smile
We open all thirty two like zombies
They throw crumbs at us from our own pot and we smile
Just for that moment all our troubles seem ages away
Then we realize we are hungry again
We run to them, they laugh at us
They dangle our meat before own eyes
Our eyeballs enlarge with greed
Our mouth water with expectation for that sweet taste
Our Adams apple gurgle

They tell us how they want the game played
We nod our heads like agama lizards
Ready to seal the deal with the blood of our unborn children
Just so they can give us a piece of our own meat
From our own pot
They tease us some more, dangling our meat before our eyes
Our eyeballs enlarge
They ask us to curse our fathers
We curse and even denounced them
So they know how serious we are
Just to get a piece of our meat from our own pot

They cut off our manhood, we are flat down there
We go about like an old feeble woman
A tired feeble woman
They ask us to give them our daughters
We oblige, happy that they found our daughters worthy
They dangle our own meat in front of us
And toss it at us, we eat it greedily
Not thinking about tomorrow
When the mirage is swallowed up
And everywhere is clear
We realize too late, we’ve eaten
Our future, there is nothing left for tomorrow.

By: Odebala Irene Ese

Meet Odebala Irene Ese!

TV content developer and screen writer here in Nigeria.

A wonderfully powerful political piece she wrote wouldn’t you say… It makes you think doesn’t it? 😐 … I received this poem a couple of days ago, but I decided to post it today, which marks the 52nd year of my dear country’s Independence.

I LOVE Nigeria with all my heart, but at some-point we her citizens with one voice, need to ask our leaders where THE HECK they are taking us! … AM I TALKING TO SOMEBODY???… 😐

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 9JA!!!! 🙂

Till next time pips! 😉

Haiku #15

Overflow of kisses
But still in want of more
Now touch me tender….

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