PHOTO POETRY: Call It Orison If Thou Mayest.

Photograph of an African Poetry..

Call It Orison If Thou Mayest

Thou creative talent

When hast thou taken me to?

To which palace hast thou made my feet grace?

What food hast mine plate been filled with because of thee?

What raiment hast thou adorned my back with?

Which lip hast thou made my name a constant hymn?

Thou talent.

Is thy purpose for me hope alone?

Hast thou not any plan to make me

Famous and in good fortune?

Prithee to tell me thy agenda,

For mine eyes look thy way daily

And thy failing have been brought to bear.

Bring me thee, fame and fortune

And give hope and promise thy deserved rest

For if thou obey me not

I shall turn to mine hands for daily bread

And thou shall perish in silence.

                                                                                              Nicholaus Abiebhode

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PAINTING/POETRY- He and Humanity.

Abstract painting on  chipboard

He and Humanity

A: Hide all sharp objects’

He’s coming.

B: What about his sharper tongue?

We are still in danger!

A: Stay mute in the dark

He’ ld be here soon.

B: Forget it, he ‘ld feel for us

We still in danger!

A: We can run away together

It will take moment for him to miss us.

B: Then he ‘ll come for us in full force

And we ‘ll have nowhere to hide

‘Cos, we are gold fishes in his vision

And his ire and wrath shall fall on us

We are still in danger.

A: Than let’s end it all,

Take our lives- the one he threatens.

B: To what end shall that act bring?

He ‘ld be merciless to the others

Remember there are others

They are still in danger!

A: Let’s kill him! Let’s end it all!

B: Young mind, you fail to understand

He is immortal, he lives in us humans,

He ‘ll never die.

We are all in danger!

A: Let’s extricate, exorcise him out of us

B: We ‘ll lose ourselves too,

Understand, we can do nothing.

A: That’s it? Are we hopeless?

B: We are not hopeless,

We are him, he is us.

It is in our accepting and facing him,

That we conquer,

That we become overcomers of him,

That we are no longer in danger.

                                                                                                     Nicholaus Abiebhode

The Tangle: Contemporary Mixed media Painting.

Contemporary mixed media painting by Eghosa Raymond Akenbor

A contemporary mixed media painting finished today, I was able to finish the art because of the short break i had from my work place. It gave me the opportunity to spend some quality time in my studio to document my expression.  All i could see after my last brush stroke from a distance are just series of tangles- beautifully and breath taking.

It keeps one staring till you are exhausted, that is the spirit of TANGLE.

THOUGHTS ON PHOTO/POETRY- An Artist Plight II: Shattered Dream.

Photo concept and though by Eghosa Raymond Akenbor.

An Artist Plight II: Shattered Dream.

Reading with lizards

Sleeping with rats

Plates of yesteryears

Still on my floor

Which is by the way creaking,

Wood rot.

Don’t knock on the door

Don’t tap on the floor

Don’t look through the window

You may break something

You just can’t pay for.

Where’s my bottle?

Where’s its cork where i sip from?

My shaek’s so spacious

I can’t move easily

But spacious it is

Accommodates me, rats and creatures

Its wall are just as beautiful

With moss and mushrooms

To make a pot of soup

My house’s paint ‘d with the word

DEMOLITION.

Don’t pity me or my surrounding

I have a plan

When I’m through with my book

For I’m a writer,

I’ Id make it.

It’s pages are now useful on my floor

Squeezed and forming a pagoda,

A heap of beauty.

Ironic! How useful it is now on my floor

Publishers thought it was not marketable

They thought wrong!

However I tired to rewrite

They thought wrong still!

They should set the beauty on my floor

And regret their arses off.

I won’t listen to them anymore,

I ll just live with the beauty on my floor.

                                                                                                     Nicholaus Abiebhode

Daily African Photo/Poetry- SPIRIT OF EKI.

Photo of  Nigeria street market.

Spirit of Eki

The sounds of iron door opening up for the day,

Sun rays creeping into open stalls

High lighting inviting commodities unsold,

Be it alive, perishable, inanimate, it’s there.

Shading is an ironic word for displaying goods

Come rain and sunshine

Market will always be market, buoyant

“Aunty, buy” calls out a seller,

Another is like ” Big boy, I have what you want.”

They know your minds, these sellers,

They have seen the longings in your eyes

They have understand your dreams,

Reveries you are yet to fantom.

Haggle as you may, you can never cheat them

They gain times over.

The place who salves man’s needs

Nothing shall remain unproperous in this place

No one shall come and go empty handed,

No soul shall come and go without a big smile

Everyone is satisfied here.

Although the market shuts its eyes

It is never fully asleep

It’s there for the needy’s need to be met.

For man to exist,

Market must.

                                                                                             Nicholaus  Abiebhode

PHOTO THOUGHTS/POETRY- A New Day: Happy – Go – Lucky Feeling Tada!!!

every day African photo concept.

A New Day! Happy – Go – Lucky Feeling Tada!!!

Sings the melodies of my heart

As I open my eyes to sunshine

I get off bed with a bounce

And that bounce fills my heart,

My mind, my blood, oh my, oh my!

And I lief dance around and about.

What is it I begin to ask my inner man

Have you found out a big secret about me

From the Lord of Host?

Did He tell you something really great

That’s happening to me today?

Am I gonna get a promotion or

Is money smiling my way today?

Or am I gonna meet someone beautiful

Tell me inner man, what do you say?

Come on, come on, tell me the great secret

I know something really good is coming my way

Else you wouldn’t wake me to such sweet mood

Of internal bliss and external birthe.

If a large meal of greatness is mine today

At least give me a morsel of it

So that if I’m asked why I’ m so light hearted

I’ I d have something to say.

If such fore knowledge exist

Prithee let me be a guest of it

For I haven’t see any sign of such brightness

Except the one emanating from my inner man.

                                                                                                           Nicholaus Abiebhode