They say poets are prophets
Who knows the mind of the universe.
Their pen moves like a model on a runway,
Leaving behind words knitted in lines,stanzas and verses.

Poets has a nest in the minds of everyone - forever
And they dissolve the thoughts of their host into inks.
They put the loud voices in their heads
Into a silent words that resonates in the minds of the reader.
....

Poetry they say is a beautiful lady,
Created by minds battling with their thoughts.
She could be dark, fair or white
But in which ever colour she's never ugly.

I am a lover of poetry, not a poet.
I am a man who loves emptying his sorrow into a listening paper.
A man that loves the dance step of a pen on a paper,
Who climax by cuddling a pen in his closet.


Ohuche, Joseph ogbonna
(Happy world poetry day).