Hmmm, it is really amazing how a complex process as the creation story could be enacted in  just 2 quatrains. Brilliant job, 
Tell me why you chose to give it that title. Also what does  the title mean?

You can look up some of my poetry on www.kingsleykekepoetry..com

cheers

well somegirl, I don't think you know me, ! But I know you. At least I have spotted you once or twice in the company of your German friend and some of my friends, Did you just ask "where?" I will leave that out to you to find out!

Basic, I meant no harm whatsoever. I thought the poem was written by one of my friends and I had posted the comment before I realised my mistake. It was really a great write and like i said in my forst comment, I love it this way! Keep writing!

*Somegirl, pls note this!

Wow! this is great!
it captures a very complex process as falling in love in simple poetic pictures,  such vivid imagery!

, But it was all a dream!
I hope you didn't wet your undies!
I like your flow and your choice of words! Good write!

Hmmmm, It's a beautoful poem. Reminds me of how I like it, end rhyme!
But it sounds quite unlike you, KT, I guess you know what I am talking about.

Anyway, this is a very brilliant poem and it's really very uncommon to find Nigerians engage in social responsibility works such as this. It reminds me of Niyi osundare's "they too are the earth"
Good work!

Thanks for those kind words. They came at a time when i needed them most! To answer your question, I am a final year student of The University of Ibadan.
I will keep in touch.
Have a swell day!
Kingsley

I Must say that you are really doing a great Job! That's really a giant step you took! Well, i am currently in my final year in the university, studying communication Art and i am really crazy about Advertising aside from poetry. I would want to know what you would advise me do to help myself build my passion for advertising and to make myself marketable upon graduation. Also i wouldn't mind if you could link me up with someone in the filed of Advertising!
Best regards

Kingsley D. Keke

Tired eyes wink
As stifled dreams blink
And muzzled foetus battles

Fragile uterine wall quivers
disturbed creature quibbles
as alien object approaches

Broken chords snap
Sprawled placenta hangs
Sacred Adam, rendered homeless

His Eden desecrated
Stripped of his innocence
Virginal unclothedness revealed

With one last breath
He voicelessly cried
‘I wish I was born’

His death, her pride
Tender flames, snuffed too soon
Tender seed, never to sprout!

The ageless sun sets
Explodes millions of tiny fragments
Littering the ancient sky
With balls of light so high

Against this background
Nature rest so profound
In drifting drowsiness I hear
The eloquence of silence in the air

Slumberous feet sags
Tremulous hands searches
Relapsed tissues sprout
As creaky bones snap!

A routinous poetry rendition
Awoke nature’s drifting drowsiness
Heralded by the cock at dawn!

Caught in a web of emotion
that spans beyond natural tradition
my famished heart yearns for a fusion
that eternal moment of union

Unspoken words in act revealed
hidden Passions, so long concealed
Eden's flame long lost ignites
that ancient quest for expression

The object, a damsel
trimmed in primmed youthfulness
robed in radiant Eden
bearer of the forbidden thing

And I, guiltless Adam
aflame by Eden's beauty
my pride to disregard
for I have found my Eve in you!

On my roof pelting drops of rain dancing
rhythmically at nature's ancient beat
like strings of beads
cascading down voluptuous frame
once suspended by a chord, now broken!

The lone night sing along in pelting silence
as nature's tune resonates pestering drips
interjecting man's lawful sail
through fantasy land

For if nature's drips, man's barn to swell
why does it halt man's drifting drowsiness?

She prides in the robe of innocence
Hanging down voluptuous frames
That pokes at virility
But to remain veiled
Her immortal task
For in such mask
Lies the masquerade’s pride

She the prey of distant poachers
That prowls the forest
Partitioned among themselves like coat of colours
In morbid curiousity they lust
For several moons they were lost
Fizzled in the African sun
Their treasure, her veiled unclothedness

For when they found her
Wrapped in glaring innocence
A gift of lust to present
coated in colours of love
for what is love?
and what maketh lust?
the soul is the essence
the presence gratifies that sense

And with that coital resolution
once advanced to a climax
with bellows of passion
began as a glow so tender,
he treads the intricate
devoid of delicate desires
with un-bearing clamouring
rather spurred by sinful sense
he sends forth liquid mortals
leaving the ‘man below’ limb
exorcised of his emotional frailty
a glimmer in his eyes

They left us…………….
their morbid curiosity gratified
but in our heart, a wound
the African sun, never can heal

Wrapped in your arms, I lay
as nature's lawful sail encroaches
that bids the day adieu
my fears and failures to bid farewell
for another day is dead
and life's funeral parlour, now thrown wide open
another day to mourn

Must I, a dirge anthem raise
to mourn a passing day
when from your lips brim
Love's long lost lullaby?

*This poem is composed as a reaction to the gruesome murder of the PDP Governorship aspirant, Eng. Funsho Willaims who was brutally murdered in his house by some unknown assailants!



What gloom haunts the air?
what frail mortal limbs lay?
once brimming with life so bright
now, whisked off in the cruel winds
and served in a casket on earth's table
for famished worms to feast on
as the sun mourns in deep melancholy

What beastly creature art thou
that prowls man's earthly habitation?
disguised as a familiar friend?
your morbid ambition, executed with a smile,
you cease the bread of starving lads!

O murderer! where lies your gains,
for those hearts you feed with pains?
homes, you plunge to sorrow
and flood with fiery fury
burning in their once timid heart

For this destiny you abort too soon,
awaits you on the other side!
for know this O murderer,
that man is the grave's meat!

I peered through my imagination
with eyes that could in dreams tell
of a world devoid of destruction
inscribed in my heart forever

My lonely brush dances on the smooth canvas
with each patten rippling crest after crest
until my imagination blazes a trail
a rebirth of serenity!

The moon speaks in bright palette
a language only spoken in tranquil climes
the leaves opens-up to the sun's warm embrace
a rebirth of nature!

For when this world rolls away
and our pains erased from memory lanes
then shall our long lost dream come alive
the end of the world,

,  the beginning of a new world!

Tell the waiting vultures
that prowl the streets of Africa,
preying on the remains of our brothers
yanking their lifeless limbs apart!

Taking refuge in my silhouette
trailing behind wounded children,
waiting till our last breath is drawn,
and a human dinner is declared ready!

But tell the waiting vultures
that no more carcasses will litter the streets.
Our continent, no more a grave yard
where dreams are murdered, yet unborn
and visions stifled, still in its bud!

Alive, though dead!
for though dead, yet i am alive!
accused and accursed
I am caged eternally!

Free, yet prisoned
though prisoned, yet I am free
to walk within the space
restricted by the fetters of penury!

Tethered to a stake
I can only wish for sleep
to sleep, to die
for to die, to rest eternally
from the cruel lashes of pestilence!

For if black is beautiful,
why do i suffer such shame?
and grope in endless darkness?

Bloated bellied families of coloured race;
spindly, dangling frames for support;
eyes deeply sunken with no mist of hope,
laced with lashes of hunger

These are my kindreds --
frail buds of the giant Iroko tree
that fosters the tropic African forest;
now hewn down and left to rot.

Children butchered in parent-less homes
where papa nurtures aborted dreams.
Forcefully enlisted to war
against fellow brothers;
mama lays still, in a pool of blood,
sacrificed for our wishful tomorrows.

We roam the streets of Africa,
no longer terrified by death's mournful knell:
for our death lies in us
the mystery of our empty bloated bellies.

Yet, we will survive
amidst the incessant threats of penury
and the rumblings of infirmity
from one vicious cycle to another.

We wear a face, naked with hunger
and resigned to forlorn feast.
When in some distant continents,
children have enough to eat and throw away
, yet we will survive!

Tell the waiting vultures
that prowl the streets of Africa,
preying on the remains of our brothers
yanking their lifeless limbs apart, NO MORE!

Taking refuge in my silhouette
trailing behind wounded children,
waiting till their last breath is drawn,
and a human dinner is declared ready!

But tell the waiting vultures
that no more carcasses will litter the streets.
Our continent, no more a grave yard
where dreams are murdered, yet unborn
and visions stifled, still in its bud!

For our sun will rise again,
and our earth will bud,
adorned in the colours of nature.
Our barns will burst in abundance;
we will speak one language, one word, PEACE

This is the African dream.
The cause for which our fathers died.
The cause for which we WILL live!

Love's dawn drowns my fears
when Venus maid, my heart spell bound
with rhythm as such the angels sing
my heart strings, resonates Love's tune forever

I gave my heart to seek Love's labour
amidst life's threatening storms, my love lingers still
for while some soul attraction drift apart,
we remained; two souls, forever knit

Today, that ancient melody has changed.
Love's rhythm, now resonates painful memories
and loneliness, my other shadow
after such manner , you left me loveless!

For years spent in daylight's labour
piling bricks to build Love's edifice
are but now a blind man's grope in the dark
searching for a black hat that never existed