POETRY FOR U Gh

Serene ambience of the forest hit me, When the signs of your presence flew over my heart and made a way into the head-lump of my Inner skull ; executing a perch . Invoking a symbolic overture of a mother's nest, dully missed. You really are the worm festering into my soul. A conflagration that's burning my being, bit by bit, with your embers. Where could your haven be? Where could my search start? In whose nest could your nestle be? Labour, academia or censor? Hear the bells chiming... Hear the birds chirping... Hear the fishes flipping... Hear the cocks crowing... See the dance of the trees, Feel the morning breeze, Feel the glitter of the day's star, See the rainbow in the sky, T's the signs of love in the air. By Jokarth Agubiya

Mild was his temperament : Like a lion and its prey, Learning the art of the bow In the mist of his foe. His heart was forged By the gods As a blue whale's bone. Cooked was his mental being By the ancestral bond, And in reason lies his wealthy Speeches from the wisdom of old. In his eyes saw I the ferocity Of a wounded snake, Readying a calamitous sting. And in planning, saw I Ananse Weaving his cunning web, For a wholesome catch... "strike them hard With 'e shock of 'em lives " Was his mindset in display Yet, a silent command. But finally he spoke " give me my land, hey! Mr stranger " " give me back my birth right ". Jokarth Agubiya

Once a time in Paint    Came in the saints       Singing songs        Of holiness For the red cup        In Paint. Pomp was word    Of the day   In sermons.    Sages, lay,        Danced    To their tune, Anticipating      Manner.          But  Wolfs in sheep Clothing they    Were. And       O Paint! What a plight?      O mine!   No sooner was the         crowning Than, they  Joining the train  Of whopping thieves.