*I am the night and light of the dark
I am your shadow
I am the whispers of solemn paths
The rivers of hidden planes
I am your shadow
The fear of the deepest nights
The valleys and seas and crevices
I am your shadow
I am your light
I am your day
I am your light*
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
THE POETRY SERIES
*It is the poetry of little things that causes the earth to shred and shudder
The poetry of little things that ignites the greatest moments of bliss.
A smile from a little child,
A chuckle from a stranger.
The warmth of a knitted family
The entwining of old friends
The humming from the sea shores
The journey of the moonlight
The waves, the traveling waves
The Sea, the meandering sea
The Earth, the boundless earth
And the sweet song that nature sings.
These little things, garnered with the greatest love
Observed in silence
It is this poetry,
The poetry of little things that elicit the greatest happiness*
Ovi Odiete© All right reserved
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
There's a certain uniqueness in being strange
*The thought of being different,
Unique with words,
Best amongst equals*
*The thought of being the light amidst the dark
Invading all chasms
Shining forth*
*The thought of being strange,
Like a talisman abstruse
Strong, yet soft in approach*
*Tall, yet bend when the wind blows,
Cold, yet melt with emotions,
Better by far*
Best amongst equals
Ovi Odiete© Jan, 2017
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC
*When a promise comes, the heart smiles
When a promise breaks, the heart cries,
When the heart cries,
The heart breaks,
When the heart breaks,
The spirit weeps*
Evna©2017
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
THE FIRST ONE
**TO **** OR TO?**
THE FIRST ONE *was obsessed with the penchant to ****
Where he lay bare when darkness falls, lurking around looking for blood to spew and flesh to drill.
Customarily, from a distance, he looked calmer and more laid back, but on a closer view, he's a* frenzied beast prowling for a prey.
*************
THE CLOUD *gave way and an emanating surge of blackness forged in.
The green leaves became blur, the shrubs, dull and the air smelled dark.
And tonight, no guiding star traveled by*
..............
*The stars had refused sprouting, so darkness took charge, winning an inglorious war.
And in the midst of the thick chasm of darkness, stood a monstrous shadow. Hiding a knife neatly behind his trousers. There he was, prowling, watching the arena until he claimed it safe.*
..........
Like a meandering hungry wolf waiting for a shriveling prey. This shadow swirled, turning in circles, hungry and abashed. His impatient attitude took the better half of him as he began canvassing round a circle. And as if fate had a penchant for entwining tragedies, a young and innocent girl with eyes that scored blue was seen walking into the presence of an unseen monster.
................
*It was fate, not serendipity. And here she was, unsuspecting.
The monstrous shadow still in hiding, watched his new founded prey and was waiting for the perfect moment to pierce and attack. He's baying for blood and just within this dark patch of time, a beautiful and enchanting young girl was passing by.*
*All of a sudden, she felt some unseen eyes plucking into her soul. Someone must be lurking around. She could feel it.
The air smelt horror.....
The breeze was too cold.
The arena itself was encapsulating danger and turning around she saw a stranger.
A very tall, muscled ripping, Strong and unusual strange man. Fear gripped her. She began breathing too hard and too shallow at once. She couldn't make do the exact face of him, but from the heat of the moment, she could tell he wants just one thing. Her blood.*
The monstrous stranger brought out a knife, sharp and direct and attempted to pierce. Groaning and roaring like a savaging beast he directed it to her chest, but then he paused. Her eyes.
It was her eyes
*Her eyes held him there. There was something about her eyes that made him pause and ponder.
There was tears. Tears of a broken soul, that was long kept within the chasms of her spirit. There was hope, hope for a fallen soul, that it will rise again. And there was warmth, warmth for a cold heart, that it will melt again.*
He looked into her eyes and for once in his life, he could see himself within those piercing sunken magnetic eyes
*And for the first time, the monstrous stranger was on his knees, crying in pain and agony.
"What can bring an undaunted warrior down on bended knees"?
A woman's tears can pierce into the most rigid of hearts.
Raising his head, he could find her no more. She was gone, gone into the black night.
A moment of rocketing rage flew in as he screamed
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Perplexed, fascinated and enraged at the same time, he would go into the night and search for her amidst the wave of blackness and spill her blood to the sands of time.*
But could he actually spill the blood of the strange girl with eyes that brought warmth, hope and whose tears brought him down on shriveled knees?
Ovi Odiete© Dec, 2016.
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
ЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖ
*Mystical Goddess of Night times
Queen of the caliphets
Daughters of the Caribean blue
As days did mark quarters
As lilies did spark waters
As rain lit the hydrosphere
And green fit the atmosphere
As oceans falls beckoned on MĔ*
And open floors endowed the ŚĔÁŚ
*And the moon thrilled a beguiling dark
And the beam filled a bewildering black
I call on the gods beneath the seas
Heed me to a wavering ŦÁĹĹ*
*Mystical daughters of the hereafter
I become the waters that flow endless
I become the rain that melts the patch
I become the tussles of a million ŴÁŤĔŔ*
*I swivel and swim through an unseen world
And when darkness falls,
I stand
I watch
From a scoring cosmos above
I render the sea blue
Glowing from an encapsulated moon
Tearing all obstacles
I am Luna
Queen of the Moon
I bewitch the night with my mesmerizing glow
And when time flips away,*
Ĩ ßĔČoMĔ ŤĤĔ ŚĔÁ
* *
ЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖ
*
ĔVŃÁ-ĹÚŃÁ
ĎĔČ 11 2016©
*ÁĹĹ ŔĨĞĤŤŚ ŔĔŚĔŔVĔĎ
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
*We stand tall, yet so low
above our fears, below our doubts;
we can see through thick
and so we hope so bold
but that is as far as it goes
here we are, hands tied;
we cannot move far
and so we shout for us
to be free*
*In the grave of dreams,
are hopes shattered, and joy
turned sour
lights turned darkness;
shadows encamping our hopes
all that we ever longed for,
but could never accomplish
all the days of glory,
now a shadowing story*
*Let us be loose, we pray
take us out of this cage
break all these bars of rage
let us claim the roaring sea,
and name its depths our own.
From the grave of dreams,
I see the sky
but cannot claim it
and so I dare to fight the walls*
*From the grave of dreams
comes a thousand wishes.
In our helpless and tormented state,
we still seek for freedom
shouting through these scars of rage;
hoping through the chains of siege
praying with all tongues of flames,
but that is as far as it goes;
here we are, hands tied*
*We look to the world all known,
and wish for the thrills unknown;
though scared of the things unseen,
still wishing for them all
for a song to let us loose,
and a call to give us hope;
for we are locked within walls,
all we do is to dream of dreams
and so painful we never attained them.*
Ovi Odiete©
Written 2014
first published 2014 on poemhunter
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC
It is the eyes
*It
Is
The
Eyes
That
Travels
Into
Seas
Of
Endlessness
Into
Waves
Of
Consciousness
It
Is
The
Eyes
It
Is
The
Eyes
That
Sparks
On
Midnight's
Blur
That
Calls
Forth
Light
Into*
________________________ **the
DARK**
*It
Is
The
Eyes
It
Is
The
Eyes
That
Reaches
For
Tomorrow's
Dreams
That
Searches
Through
Depths
Of
Souls
That
Pierces
The
Dustiest
Parches
Of
Hearts
It is the eyes
That
Quenches
The
Yearning
Of
The
Minds
It
Is
The
Eyes*
**It
Is
The
Eyes**
Evna-Luna©©©©©©©©©©
IT IS THE EYES
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
A SOCIETY WRITTEN IN FLAMES; SHROUDED IN DARKNESS
*The tears flows in an endless way
Bemoaning the days of yore
Watching with eyes that sparks red,
Sunken and beaten from the tragedies of yore
Helpless and wishing for a relentless call
As tragedy hits her most sensitive part,
Bemoaning the tides,
All her days of glory,
Now a shadowy story*
*She had been ***** by her very own,
The children she yearned and bled for,
The men she fed and trained,
Where her rain fell full and vast, to soothe their hearts
Where she gave it all, and smiled, hoping that someday, they will realize her sacrifices and sleepless nights,
Her nights of terror and horrors
Where she stood in the midst of the stormy eerie night, shrouded in darkness*
*It was her ******* they ****** and clunged to,
It was her arms that shielded them from the shadows of the dark,
But when they grew and flew,
She waited still
Praying and wishing they would remember the days of yore*
*Then the dark hour rolled away,
And when morning came, it was harrowing.
It was harrowing how she waited abandoned and dejected,
As her sons and daughters peaked at the sky,
Trampling her down,
Relegating and belittling her
Painful it were, as she cried from the agonies of the days of yore,
Where she laid all her virtues down,
Giving it all to see her children smile,*
*It is this dejection that has brought her to tears,
It is this wickedness of a child to a mother, that has made her weep endlessly
It is this tragedy that have swallowed her glory,
As her children keeps flying above huddles, in peace and harmony,
Forgetting her,
It is this callousness, that pushed them to sapping her virtues and enriching themselves with it thereon*
*What is worse than a child abandoning his mother?
It is this penchant, that drives them
It is the love of greed,
It is the seed of corruption,
It is not an inherited trait,
It is a despicable decision
Like a monstrous shadow,
Twirling the back of the night.
It is the fire that burns within their heart,
The fire to **** steal and destroy
To take what she can never give again
To live,
To live big at the expenses of others sorrow and agony
It is this evil that has perused Nigeria and has rendered her a roaming wretch
And now tragedy looms,
It booms and blooms,*
A society written in flames
Who will save MOTHER NIGERIA?
Ovi Odiete© 2016, Oct. 31
All rights reserved
Note
Children here signifies the evil politicians and men that has sapped our country dry with their evil penchant
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
AN OVI/VICTORIA'S POEM
COLLABORATION
What brings an undaunted Warrior down on his knees?"
**It is a Woman,
A woman's tears can pierce into the most rigid of souls.
It is her charms and calls
that falls like splendors on morning leaves.
Her sway and bounce, that sends shivers into the hearts.**
*Such are the nights
she envelopes him in a tailwind,
both of them buoyed
in his regard
of her every thing.
Quenched and drunk
on the essence
of love in action
happen the mornings when he
is the rising sun itself
that draws her
like a mist from the ocean.*
**And as the moon transverses the lone sky, searching for a mystery to peruse the earth with brooding glow,
So she glows her man into a brighter him.
She encloses within her, moments of illumination, that even the darkest of souls cannot quench.
Such are the days of her unending rainfalls, where she wets up the shallowest of earth's depths....
Intertwining between seasons and spheres.
Her heart is like the endlessness of the ocean,
Constantly drawing him with her hips into a wave of boundless journey.**
*And so it is
as it always was
through the ages of transience,
their enigma constant,
unending prevailed
against the steely, storming skies
of angst en masse
that would test loves mettle,
where true warriors, undaunted
rise above, arced
in kaleidoscopic triumph.*
**Ovi Odiete and Victoria©
All right reserved. 10/9/2016**
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC