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OUR SHOTS OF PO TRY
(16 TANKAS-12 TYBURNS- 8 TRIOLETS -4 RONDEAUS)
EDITED: LEONELL ECHA
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TABLE OF CONTENT
16 TANKAS
12 TYBURNS
8 TRIOLETS
4 RONDEAUS
Copyright © Ebartsorg 2016
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CONTRIBUTORS
1.
Agboola Damilola
2. Jennifer Dafwat
3.
Prudence Obadan-Enujiofor
4. Pizat Lepdung
5.
Onyinyechi Okpala
6. Rudolph Adidi
7. Ayoola Emmanuel
8.
Thomas Bot
9. Vera Bonny
10.
Daisy Odey
11. Sharon Olanrewaju
12.
Adeoye Adetoba
13. Victoria Aliyu
14. Anre John
15.
Oluwasegun Oriogun
16. Leonell Echa
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DEDICATION
To every poet, writer reader.
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16 TANKAS
THEME: EMPTY OLD MAN
Poet: Agboola Damilola
Free giver of self… Outside, sat and played his flute.Dark night after nightHe emptied out his bright lightVessel. Empty. Loud. Earth bound.
Poet: Jennifer Dafwat
Gathered at his graveThe village with wares from him
Bought. Borrowed. Received.
From him were all treasures got
Empty old man now asleep.
Poet: Prudence Obadan-Enujiofor
His wrinkled eyes spokeOf choices made yesterday
His days courted shame
His leaking thatched roof and hut
Resounded his misery.
Poet: Leonell Echa
On this broken leaf
Stood an ancient weary shedNo windows, no doors
Holes sent water through his walls
Shutting his eyes closed like doors.
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Poet: Thomas Bot
Smoking from his pot,
Eyes glued to the toddling sun.
Oh what squandered youth!
Death has been fair to his friendWhile he whirls this wilderness.
Poet: Vera Bonny
Stripes of binary
Scattered across feeble limbs
Grey gnawed age old fist
Too late to save dying dreams
Helpless he watched them wither.
Poet: Daisy OdeyWith milk, white wineI smother the pangs of regret.I fear i feel nothingAnd I fill with what I feelSings the drunk empty old man.
Poet: Sharon Olanrewaju
Under the moonlight,We dance round his lonely frame.His eyes dead as night,Wrinkles ringing untold pain.
Jail, we heard took him away.
Poet: Adeoye Adetoba
Eyes wizened with ageShrunken sights blurred over hope
Of dreams once sparkling
Now soused in pools of regrets
He stands empty and hollow.
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Poet: Victoria Aliyu
All, bear they jewelsFrom his wisdom, drew they wellsFull empty old manLeaving grave feeling cheatedShakes hands with death satisfied.
Poet: Anre John
Spay-striken old man
This mad sun has labored long
Stay beaten Grand dad
Sing that sad Saharan songThe fading vibes of your gong.
Poet: Oluwasegun Oriogun
Search for sad old tonguesIn the eyes of tired menIt is always sameMen will be filled with stories
As they approach their last breath.
12 TYBURNS
THEME: FAMILY
Poet: Agboola Dami
Randy
Sandy
Candy
Mandy
Family ties Randy, Sandy tight
Sibling love like Candy, Mandy, right
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Poet: Pizat Lepdung
Flowers
Powers
SuitedRooted
Blossom strong o flowers, powers seep
Family tree suited, rooted deep.
Poet: Victoria Aliyu
Breathing
Seedlings
Breeding
SiblingsFrom family, breathing seedlings groom
Society's breeding siblings, bloom
THEME: DREAMS
Poet: Rudolph Adidi
VeryScary
Eyrie
Airy
Why does it feel very scary here?
Sleeping is so eyrie, airy fear.
Poet: Emmanuel Ayoola
Sleeping
Leaving
Slipping
Spilling
His dreams, he is sleeping, leaving out
His mouth always slipping, spilling pout
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Poet: Onyinyechi Okpala
Blocking
Mocking
Locking
ShockingI in my thoughts, blocking, mocking mates
At my dream's door, locking, shocking hates
THEME: ATTACHMENT
Poet: Daisy Odey
Ageless
TirelessLoveless
Heartless
Coal red burns the ageless, tireless will
To thaw you, my loveless, heartless will.
Poet: Thomas Bot
Mothers
SmothersBothers
Brothers'
Our flaws and flings mothers smothers all
Healing her of bothers brothers' fall
Poet: Vera Bonny
Clinging
Cringing
BringingSinging
To love small hands clinging, cringing lot
Little hearts joy bringing, singing soft
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THEME: CHANGE
Poet: Adetoba Adeoye
Rumbling
MumblingTumbling
Grumbling
Shrill cries from the rumbling, mumbling sky
Change, it purges, tumbling, grumbling high.
Poet: Prudence Obadan- Enujiofor
Teeny
WeenyHealthy
Wealthy
Would you then stay teeny weeny or
Ride through fortune's healthy wealthy door?
Poet: Sharon Olanrewaju
Mildly
BlindlyIdly
Wildly
Amidst war, he mildly, blindly strived
Then in crime, he idly, wildly thrived.
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TRIOLETS
THEME: LIFE IS MY BIRTHRIGHT
Poet: Agboola Damilola
Life is my birthright
It's only right to live after my birth
Not until the forth night
Life is my birthright
Gifted by an angel dressed in white
I am not entitled to death
Life is my birthright
It's only right to live after my birth
Poet: Thomas Bot
Life is my birthright,
A right I sail turbulent tides to keep;
The snares of death, schemes of man and nature's tides.
Life is my birthright,
Like a king guards his kingdom, I guard it with pride.
Death lurks, a nightmare, where life lays beautifully asleep.
Life is my birthright,
A right I sail turbulent tides to keep.
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THEME: FORGET ME OLD FRIEND
Poet: Sharon Olanrewaju
Forget me old friend, I have done the same.
For times change and tides do falter,Hurting you was never my aim.
Forget me old friend, I have done the same.
Do curse me but move on, unashamed.
Now, learn to lean on a new shoulder.
Forget me old friend, I have done the same,
For times change and tides do falter.
Poet: Rudolph Adidi
Forget me old friend, if you do, these tales will hunt
As memories have created a past with light
Just let my story be the only one burnt,
Forget me old friend, if you do, these tales will hunt
Horrors of our companionship will crawl to taunt
When it comes, just make this poem your cite
Forget me old friend, if you do, these tales will hunt
As memories have created a past with light
THEME: PAIN CAN SAVE A MAN
Poet: Victoria Aliyu
Pain can save a man who was once a foolish child;
The myth of a successful, wise man.
For each stroke he received, and every slap dialed,
Pain can save a man who was once a foolish child.
He took caution from the scars on his body, roughly tiled,The fear of mama's rod, was the rise of this great man.
Pain can save a man who was once a foolish child,
The myth of a successful, wise man.
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Poet: Vera Bonny
Pain can save a man
Its strength to feed upon
From a perpetual ring of torture
Pain can save manIts cold hands to warmth nurture
When sour feelings maims his mind
Pain can save a man
Its strength to feed upon.
THEME: FAR FROM THE TREE
Poet: Prudence Obadan-Enujiofor
Far from the tree where dreams blossom
On a plane where feat and wit hold sway
Has life not taught thee to thrive above bottom?
Far from the tree where dreams blossom
Beware, its fruits may spring in foursome
Lo, dreams are daydreams without effort in play
Far from the tree where dreams blossom
On a plane where feat and wit hold sway
Poet: Onyinyechi Okpala
Far from the tree, the harvest sun is set
Over the hills, the sweet breeze blew
To the unfertile lands, drops of rain met
Far from the tree, the harvest sun is set
Wooing , winning and getting the best pet
Comes the season, cassia hills turn blue
Far from the tree, the harvest sun is setOver the hills, the sweet breeze blew.
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RONDEAUS
Poet: Sharon Olanrewaju
My demon! All night, always near.
Your consistent care, so sincere.
You make me cry, you make me mourn.
I hail thee now, most Able One!
Always here, my lost soul to tear.
Your whispers make me sink in fear.
You point me to my scar and sear.
Then the noose as my last option.
My demon!
Now I'm dead; have your greatest cheer!
But in the grave, it has come clear:
I never should have heard your scorn.I let you have the fight, you won.
I regret I held your words dear,
My demon.
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Poet: Victoria Aliyu
Ode to regret could not be this
When ink meets paper, call it bliss
The chemistry found, more than myth
Pure words come alive as they breatheTheir lips eclipse, call it a kiss
Do not push the man you like, miss
Cos he has no mansion of his
Soon, you'll begin to gnash your teeth
Ode to regret
Competition ends, not dismiss
Writing brain, thinking pen still isRules, regulations to write with
Every syllable is now pith.
If for the prize you have no piece,
Ode to regret
Poet: Onyinyechi Okpala
Ode to Regret, my love made sand
While heaven is a foreign landLove is a treasure not flower
And pleasure, it last just an hour
Obviously not my husband
Love is not for the strong, so sad
Ode to Regret, me like a lad
Love at first pours like a shower
Ode to Regret
Scepter, gold and Crown non I had
Still I stand with a lifted hand
Tired weak but I have the power
Like a lion, waiting to devour
My pride and glory he took, my bad
Ode to Regret.
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Poet: Thomas Bot
I'm the felodese who's slain
Time to feel the pangs of its pain
My folly brought night over dayMaking a beating heart decay
I cry my tears concealed in the rain
Our love was pregnant with good grain
Clumsy hands and heart let it wane
Now faced with price too dear to pay
I'm the felodese
I must hence find our groove againHow do I mend a spine so sprained?
Solemnly, now I kneel to pray
As love bows dead, no harvest day
We ploughed, it grew, there was no rain
I'm the felodese.
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CKNOWLEDGEMENT
Thanks to all the poets who took out time to be part of this exercise. If there
ever comes a time when it occurs to you to stop writing, that should be the timeyou should keep writing more than ever.
You guys have been great so far. We hope to work some more with you all.
We are poets, poetry is what we do.
Thanks.
EB
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