I would climb redwoods
I have my reasons
But there at the top of them
Clouds confer, droplets talk of jumping
Angels are angry, seething
How dare one break into heaven
Picking the lock of hell.
© Richard Wilson Moss.
Tag Archives: Awakening
Not A Season of Songs by Ridwan Adelaja
this heart
tonight
sing not of love
for the door that
leads inside is broken
and the hinges in between
growing gaps like
rusted fetters. Don’t ask
who -my brothers broke
it: a tale of cock-lords
in cockroach den.
*
this heart
tonight
no longer feel
at home at home
for the suffering of my people
drum thunders to my ear.
*
I am a widow
married once again to
aloneness, watching the
sweep-change-finger of
the clock from a
distance.
*
this blow is heavy,
this wound is
eating in; will
time ever a-flesh
my bone?
POET ADELAJA RIDWAN OLAYIWOLA is the founder of SPEAK QUILL INITIATIVE, a youth led organisation for peace, science and national development in the country using education as a formidable tool. As a poet, his works have been published in numerous poetry websites, book anthologies and magazines. Mr Adelaja Ridwan is a dynamic multi-talented personality. He is a versed speaker, writer (poet), journalist and social media savvy. He currently serves as social media manager for the GREENBLES NETWORK.
IDENTITY
The lenght of my arm
The strenght of my passion
The word of my decision
The world I am.
Natur’s Pictur N’quill.
HYPOTHESIS
Since years ago, my heart oft know
His mix of thoughts, twisted in tow
Of tares surround his tarn and low°
Of bare liturgy, strengthening woe!
‘
But now, avow my art from tame
From thwart of script’ in act of words
From frisette framing face for fame
From words of God disguised as swords
‘
Here some shepherds entwined what’s mine
Ofttimes till I gave hope a ghost
Like wit in the garden of spine
Walking with eyes, fingers and toes
With scriptures read and nature’s nod
That lay my heart to’d light of God.
‘
Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016©
REFORMATION
When creativity turns into art
in the act of an artist,
An artist turns to a god
in the heart of the atheists
An artist turns to a god
in the heart of beliefs
He turns to a god
for God exist in the heart of men.
Natur’s Pictur N’quill. 2016©
Beauty is neither me…
Hope some have heard the life story of Olajumoke?…
Yesterday was a great day whilst I was checking some creatives pictures posted by tyBello on instagram, I came across this and screenshot’d it:
Looking at other pictures of hers summoned tears with inspiration of THIS!
I mean this ‘You’,
This beauty you think
Is in you,
You may not know
You may only know you…
But somedays
Is that amazing day
When your beauty will make you known,
When your you will locate you
And all about you will become awesome!
Keep breathing, deep!, are you breathing?
Hmmm…#natur…
Natur's Pictur N'quill 