I remember the day i was to go to my NYSC Orientation Camp,an uncle and the wife told me to come and see them before i leave.I did that early in the morning before i left.They sat me down and after small talks pregnant with meaning,my aunt saw me to the door.While i was exchanging good byes with them my aunt whispered aloud,"This is your last time to be irresponsible!."

Did i understand what she meant by that?Not at all! I thought she mearnt  "The games people play in Camp and throughout Service Year." As time went by ,after service year,I found myself responsible for many decisions i make,actions i take ,bills and every ills.Today, i work and take care of my stuff with little assistance from family(that is, if they want o!). Could this have been what she meant or did she just mean i could play for one year afterwhich , whatever!

I look at the new Corps Members now and i wonder if they know that they don't  even have time to be irresponsible,  nobody does or should.Hence,i can't help darting my mind to that very morning and that pregnant piece of advice.What do ya'll think one should do with that one year?

@ poster
Nice one.Really nice. More ink to your pen, woman,

wow! do i feel alive anytime such topics are discussed?
@ Poster.

Bros u do well.My poetic side? Hummn, let's see.It started when i was 17 in my year one. It was G.S 101 and we were told to write a poem about anything.I wrote on something about nature.It was acknowledged so i discovered that side of me. Though i'd always had a creative side, with drawings,crafts and all , but this latter discovery ,i stuck with.I don't limit myself to writing only romance.I write about anything according to how i'm inspired. Peace to my poetic dudes and dudettes i've always jammed on threads like this,people like Hansiborne, i hail o.And there are so many of you i'm still expecting to see here. Peace ya'll!

@  hansibone

i'm waiting,where r u?

SMC?
Are you thinking what am thinking? Careful ya'll, i must say.
Infact, my people, thread softly on this ground! Puleeeeeeze!

@hansibone

its good. But,i'd like to read what you've done on nature. Then, what/who's Damon Hill? you?

@ Jesusfreak

funny signature ha, you can say that again

@ hansibone

still waiting to read your stuff

Mountains of Viva calls (1)

Sitting on her soul for yet another time
Bound by the fiery shackle of sweet-hatred
For love, they did love her she believed
And bound, they did bound her,
bound by that filthy love
Which endears them yet flares their passion,
Passion to understand her cowardly courage,
to break away.
Die to live was her passion or live, live, Viva in death.
To bend her will was their resolve.

Trust worthy she is, they eloquently cried
for her presence, her presence!
Viva! For Viva she cried. Viva Zapata,
Father’s final words invariably, is final,
She craved for sweet recklessness…Viva
What would it be like to be lost,
lost in your bare mountains?
anger and fear, ignition key to determination

Time to do her own thing, stars shone in her eyes,
enough to see through the dark diamond mine of Solomon
The wooing sound of the wind calls her by name
Faraway in the bare mountains
With a perpetual smile she answered
Viewing the world from an adult’s eye
yet with the innocence of a child

How much I’ve longed for you. Viva
Viva! Viva!! Viva!!!
I taste your rain on my tongue,
Your sun on my back. Ha, freedom is life
No roof, no staff of bread, but only now
Just her faith in her fate is enough
Unbound from the fiery shackle of sweet –sorrow
Freedom is to live. She lives!
Now her soul is in her soul, in its place.


Story of a young girl craving to live her life and be free from parental domination

Lilian 2007

My Very Own Video

Just like a video machine,
I rewind, and replay…
All the magical moments spent with you,
All the deadpan humor of once in a while,
All the wild and crazy things done with you
I wish, I just keep wishing,
I can keep them as clear as crystal
Or tucked safe somewhere in my heart.

Can I lock these memories in a bottle,
and set them flying calmly-wild like a butterfly,
Or peacefully free as the dove,
anytime I lay my head to sleep?
Oh yes I can…my very own video
Then safely tuck them back in
Only to rewind and replay it over and again
In my dreams, love
In my sweet dreams.

Lilian 2007

jesusfreak

Didn't know you meant love poems?

Well, this one love note i love so much. Though its not original.'tis by Daniel Steel

he who bends to himself a joy,
doth the winged life destroy,
but he who kisses the joy as it flies,
lives in eternity sunrise

@hola2ng

Thanks a lot. I think yours is good too. Give us some more!

Hey jesusfreak,

Good to know you've been holding your part.Good stuff you wrote there too.Just take every praise and critique as they come.They can only make you come out stronger, ok? They are all here to help, i believe.I'm even ashamed that i have all my stuffs ready but i've been dragging my feet to assemble them,I've also attended women writers association meeting once in collaboration with ANA,on feb 14th this yr. Did you finally visit lovingyou.com?

keep doing your thing girl,i'm proud of you as a woman!

Orikinla,please give us more info on ANA, thanks

Behold the lake

sleek as silver fish out of silence
i settle rest against the sickle tree
to catch a glimpse of it once again
to behold the lake

there's gleam of gold and green and scarlet
as the light fell amongst the leaves and trailing orchids
what a wonderful view, so terrific
the cloying sweetness of it all
the profusion and privacy it affords
from the streets hustle and burstle
like a sanctuary, where i lay my thoughts
bare,against the sun and moon

like a lily flower
i toss my head up
humn,the soft damp air
heavy with the scent of ginger flowers
sleekly fishes jump in and out
sailing spread like a sea bird's wing
running before the night wind

now the sky black and starless
the still waters,now dark
the moon that will rise today ,
a dying moon.
one day,when it rises new and young
with stars so bright
there i'll come in early light
to catch a glimpse of it once more
to behold the lake!

Poem written after visiting the Nike Lake resort in Enugu

Oh my Gosh!!!!!

Where have i been?! "away miss, asking why poetry put youths to sleep" while some dudes and dudettes are here having a ball. But did anybody get to read my "let friendship prevail?!" Nobody told me if it's good stuff.Its already added on lovingyou.com, though.

You can put yours there too,if it's good stuff you could win.

Give way now, all o' ya ,will ya? the poetry dutchess is on the way,