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Poems For Review / Re: He Would Not Tell Us by llaykorn: 1:18pm On Aug 08, 2017 |
danbrowndmf: Dan Bee, how far? 09056187226 |
Poems For Review / He Would Not Tell Us by llaykorn: 11:00am On Aug 03, 2017 |
When dawn came, it came with silence and the smells of putrid flesh, silence for all the women who had mastered the art of crying into themselves like water fountains that sat in squares that are no more squares but mighty holes in the soil where some of them sank. He was busy teaching us the right way to cup our hands when we pray. Nobody told him that the problem wasn't about cupping, that we were just looking for a helpful adult who would scrub the 'g' in God off our throats every time we tried to whisper a prayer and we choked on smoke, on our words. He would not tell us why our words were smoke, why there was a fire in us that had burnt our bones - if the fires in our bones were hot enough break the links that tied the chains of the memories of our dead brothers. He would not tell us if the fires were hot enough to melt the chains that had curled themselves around our necks. When dusk came, it came with rain. I saw farmers, my father's friends crying. It might have been only them who knew that a rain of bombs does not grow crops. 4 Likes 2 Shares |
Literature / Re: Seun-osewa Short Stories Battle Registration Thread- Last Day by llaykorn: 6:56pm On Jun 27, 2017 |
Boda mi Divepen, where are the prizes that will gingering us small small? If there are any prizes, I'm in |
Literature / Re: Musings With Hadassah by llaykorn: 10:40pm On May 26, 2017 |
Yes, IamHadassah. I do not understand why some undergraduate ladies who are in relationships with undergrduate men believe that the men should be responsible for their upkeep. God, you're both in school together! He should collect both his share and your share from his parents? Are you an orphan? Then, what men have you seen refusing help from females even when they are in need? Come and help me here first. |
Poems For Review / Re: ... by llaykorn: 10:23am On May 26, 2017 |
fulanibuoy: Wow! This is art. You're a genius. Do you own a chapbook or antholoy or something? |
Poems For Review / Re: ? by llaykorn: 9:39am On May 26, 2017 |
beautiful poetry. Can you tell me something about the Nigeria/Korea poetry feast? 1 Like |
Literature / Re: The Future Is Bright! by llaykorn: 8:58am On May 26, 2017 |
olatunyemi: l Our youth our future is the voice of the day Yet our youth is going astray Elders are watching in dismay And the society is in disarray Erin-Ile youth stand up the future is bright Our starting point should be the sky They say education is the luminous light Then why are we doing things contradicting the right Let seek the guidance of the Almighty Through HIM our hope is gigantic And our future will be bright and shine Through him the end is smile Smoking and drinking will only do us harm NAFDAC and WHO are raising alarm Let uphold the coat of arm And we shall enjoy the future with face full of smile by Na'im Yusuf [/quote] It's good. However, I think that your rhymes ended up dictating your poetry. Take a look at the line about the future, for example. I'm sure you had a thousand better ways to say that but you had to choose that to complete your rhymes. A poem doesn't have to rhyme. Infact, modern poetry rarely features any rhyming. Most times when we try to write very serious poetry, rhymes end up doing so much harm. Are you from Erin-Ile ni? |
Poems For Review / Re: In The City Where We Grew Up by llaykorn: 8:03pm On May 24, 2017 |
Pdizzle: thanks. you stopped writing bro? |
Poems For Review / Re: In The City Where We Grew Up by llaykorn: 7:56pm On May 24, 2017 |
timpaker: Thank you sir, and I agree that 'style' is dead, I swear. Apart from the fact that free verse has become the dominant thing, it seems like modern poets are not only competing in lyrical prowess but also in coming up with strangest form of the free verse. The world is accepting this and it has gone beyond what can be dismissed as a trend for younger poets. The last Brunel Prize affirms my claim. Here is a link to some of the pieces submitted by shortlisted poets. You might be amazed. http://www.africanpoetryprize.org/press-release-shortlist-2016 I feel very good about this, however. Sonnets and meter, I have always beleived, are only a perfect way of alienating this art. An art that should be available people, ordinary people who want to write their pain or scribble their joy. (Forget the fact that iamb, trochee, dactyl, are things that cause me massive headaches anytime I try to understand them ) 1 Like |
Poems For Review / Pray For Me. by llaykorn: 7:39pm On May 24, 2017 |
I. Habeebah, I am busy searching history for footprints. So pray for me, and tell Mama to do so too. I carry a torch to the houses of men who dance to the distant cries of infants. To the houses of men who threw war in our midst and raze them to the ground. Mama will not know until she listens to the news - that bombs have learned how to speak our language and bullets rise and play with little children like ghosts in haunted towns, so pray for me. II. A single bracelet does not jingle. A single stick may smoke; it will never burn. I do not ask that you pick a torch too and follow my footprints into the bushes from where I shoot arrows to pierce the evil in the hearts of men. But there is a way that you cup your hands and say Allah. The word sticks to the walls of my throat anytime I try - it's the smoke that causes it. Habeebah, tell Mama that my fear is not the end for peace is the end. My fear is time. My fear is time. There are things I will not be able to do. We are here today, tomorrow. Can we predict the moments that follow? What if tomorrow comes without you? What if tomorrow comes without me? What if dusk arrives with the scent of our bloods? We will never be able to voice all the broken syllables that lie in our bellies like morsels of pounded yam. Nor will we ever finish saying our goodbyes to boys who die in empty rooms, to girls who get wrapped and deposited like gifts on days after the blasts. III. When you cup your hands like Mama taught us to do, and whisper Allah, pray for me. Pray for boys and girls who do not remember to sing love songs because of dirges. Boys and girls who cannot write sonnets because of elegies. Boys who don't want to remember formulae and equations because they want to forget memories. Pray for forgiveness; for me, for you, for Mama. Pray that I don't die before Ramadhan. Pray that I come home. Pray for enough water to quench the cities of fire inside our stomachs. Your brother. 10 Likes 5 Shares |
Literature / Re: Jambed Again... ( A Short Story)- Akíntayo Akínjídé by llaykorn: 7:50pm On May 23, 2017 |
Divepen1: Fine story you've got here. You forgot the 'k' while spelling taekwondo. |
Politics / Re: Magnus Abe Meets Wike's Wife At A Wedding (Photos) by llaykorn: 11:18am On May 21, 2017 |
kestolove95: I'm curios. 'Fulaan' is a generic noun that refers to unknown people. Why would you say that long prayer for him? |
Rap Battles / Re: Flow For Rank by llaykorn: 8:51am On May 19, 2017 |
wow! jigsawkillah that's the doppest shii ever coming from the life of thugs. 1 Like 1 Share |
Literature / Re: Wasted (a Short Story) by llaykorn: 7:12am On May 19, 2017 |
Keep this coming bro, I'm glued already. |
Literature / Re: New Book Alert-i Know Why Your Mother Cries (poetry) By Nairalander by llaykorn: 6:53am On May 19, 2017 |
Well done! Bro, was this self-published? |
Poems For Review / Re: In The City Where We Grew Up by llaykorn: 8:08pm On May 17, 2017 |
AfroSamurai: Suicide, yes, and strife. Many years ago, I'd be happy to say it's PP. These days, I'm not so sure anymore. Modern poetry has started to take very strange forms. What do you think, texanomaly timpaker pdizzle ? |
Poems For Review / Re: In The City Where We Grew Up by llaykorn: 8:03pm On May 17, 2017 |
bqlekan: Fight hard, bro. May we never lose our pens. |
Poems For Review / Re: In The City Where We Grew Up by llaykorn: 8:02pm On May 17, 2017 |
texanomaly: Thank you texanomaly. In the days we were all active on the NPC group, I learnt a lot from your poetry and all the critiques you did. Thank you. 1 Like |
Education / Re: JAMB 2017 UTME 15th May - Live Update - by llaykorn: 9:06am On May 15, 2017 |
educonsuast: So, how will I know if my result was upgraded or not? Will you show me proofs of what my former result before you upgraded it? |
Poems For Review / Re: In The City Where We Grew Up by llaykorn: 7:00am On May 12, 2017 |
elfico: Thanks bro. |
Poems For Review / Re: In The City Where We Grew Up by llaykorn: 6:58am On May 12, 2017 |
bqlekan: Thanks bro. Been sometime I saw one of your own pieces too. |
Poems For Review / Re: In The City Where We Grew Up by llaykorn: 6:57am On May 12, 2017 |
texanomaly: Thank you, Tex. Been a thousand years. I never knew you still dropped in here. |
Poems For Review / Re: In The City Where We Grew Up by llaykorn: 6:54am On May 12, 2017 |
JigsawKillah: Haha. Insane bawo? Go on, drop something and call my name. 1 Like 1 Share |
Poems For Review / In The City Where We Grew Up by llaykorn: 6:25pm On May 09, 2017 |
In the city where we grew up when cars speed by bus stops at night, that is where grown-up men stand to search for what's left of all the compassion the world gave yesterday. There is none in the mirrors - no compassion whatsoever; it shows the dark circles under their eyes, it laughs at their qualifications, spits at their university degrees. No compassion. These men feel the weightlessness of their own heads when they nod. They know the emptiness in their skulls when they hear echoes, but they don't know enough words to describe all the fires that burn in their souls when they remember all of society's wise words. There is no wisdom in what society says - they know! But that's not enough reason to not smile and nod empty heads to the songs that society sings. It's like searching for one's reflection in broken mirrors so the images are distorted. Or hating the truth with half of your heart and fighting it with the other half. In the city where we grew up they have men who pile up their certificates and write their suicide notes on them. The tables are too hard and the floors are harder; the certificates make their suicide notes come out neater. They have a long bridge that sleeps on the ocean. That is where the men wait for the darkness and jump, unsure if they are ending their pains or starting them. Dawn doesn't come before they know. Was it my brother who said it? That he knows men in the city who are just learning how to be mad, but have enough certificates to prove they're experts at it. 8 Likes 3 Shares |
Poems For Review / Re: Read Romeo Origun's Winning Poems by llaykorn: 9:39pm On May 03, 2017 |
MDCCCXXXII: You must have started mixing up the passwords to your various accounts, I guess. Well, maybe your frequent dose of your this your nectar thing helps your memory as well. |
Poems For Review / Re: Read Romeo Origun's Winning Poems by llaykorn: 9:27pm On May 03, 2017 |
MDCCCXXXII: Yes, they. The shortlisted poets. And, I know who you are. The only thing your moniker reveals to me is your extensive knowledge of Roman figures. |
Poems For Review / Re: Read Romeo Origun's Winning Poems by llaykorn: 8:59pm On May 03, 2017 |
MDCCCXXXII: There's no link. They are my friends on Facebook. |
Poems For Review / Re: Read Romeo Origun's Winning Poems by llaykorn: 11:38pm On May 02, 2017 |
DanseMacabre: Oh yes. I remember I had to keep Rhymezone open years ago anytime I wrote poems. The rhymes ended up dictating the way my poems started and ended. And yes, it's the same laykorn. You used to have this same name on the group? |
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