Tuesday, December 30, 2008

GOD must be a poet.

I got thinking throughout this holiday. i am a poet who really loves what am doing. i can as well

say that i am poetry-crazy. i have been asked severally by friends and foes alike what my

inspiration is and my reply has always been -it is GOD. It is only recently however that i got

thinking about it. it certainly has to be GOD who inspires me. Going through the bible,i get

amazed with the poetic gifts being displayed by solomon and david. i am indeed glad to add that

most if not all creative writers write not by their own inspiration but that of the creative

GOD.The source of inspiration and creativity. i am using this opportunity to acknowledge the

invisible hand behind mine each time i write;('GODS') i am glad to add; poets are deep people.

GOD also must be a deep GOD with feelings.Poets are intellectuals. GOD also is the source of all

intellect. Hmmnh! i say, GOD must be a poet.

splashes of SWITCH MAGAZINE( Nigerians' first poetry magazine)

Here are some poems.
BEYOND THE GUILTby legalpoetamaka
On my knees i went,
in holy fear.
Speechless i remained ,
as i gazed at your royal splendour.

My heart stood still,
while i awaited your judgement.
thin drops of sweat trickled down my long neck,
and my breath quickened in soft rhythms.


in anticipation, i waited in utmost silence,
the Lords judgement came so swift and gentle
he said,'he has looked beyond the guilt'
and with the sweetest smile dancing around his lips,
he breathe out freedom.

i stood up in grateful awe,
pinching myself in disbelief
my guilt vanished with a veil over her face,
and alas i knew sorrow no more.


PHILOSOPHY OF LOVE BY BUKKY BELLO.
Love has many facets,
you sure can't deny,
love of my past,
love of my present,
love of my future,
not comparable.
though i did learn,
everyone has three loves,
a first love,
a last love,
a lost love,
they too are not comparable.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

NIGERIANS' FIRST POETRY MAGAZINE IS OUT!

HI, It is with utmost pleasure that i present you withthe maiden edition of the poetry magazine. i can hear my heart screaming out hurray, hurray.