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 10:59 AM UTC
The Sea
*The sea never did set for a journey alone
Her arms reached out to the world,
Her feet spread wide encapsulating a wider margin of earth en masse
Harrowing were her days when men visited,
Each cupping and taking turn squeezing her *******
And when they were done, they left her in the middle of the coldest of storms*
*It was her generosity and honesty that paved ways for her
She has been a helper and a Savior all her life
Leading the way and helping men find their lost road
But there was a dark path to her
Her dark days.
Those days that swallowed all virtues and greatest of men, leaving the innocent ones screaming and begging for a second Chance, so unfortunately they all drowned beneath the grave of the sea*
Ovi Odiete©
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 7:01 PM 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 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
1
*In guiltless times of love and war, take heed,
That all again the days will still flow.
As sun and moon did show on parched skies
That love will lead and war, recedes*
2
**In moonless nights of love and hate, take heed
That over all you win the twirling shadows
That wraps their fangs besides you
And hate will love do ****
3
*In timeless skies of helpless days, take heed
That your inner strength eludes Misery's stench
That brings to you horrendous pasts
And over all, you win a hopeful war*
4
**In reckless acts of smile and tears, take heed
That your smile breaks the mauve feelings
Resting all the masking ruinings
And in all, you smile and laugh last**
Ovi Odiete© Nov 12 2016
All rights reserved
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
*Women have rights,
Right to life and right to speech
Rights to love and be loved*
**Feelings and emotions running wild,
Right to vote and be voted for
Feelings of happiness running high**
*Not to be harassed or blackmailed,
Not to be abused and relegated
Women think too
Respect the girl child,
And tender her
Give her the right words
And build her ego*
**if a man can lead the world,
A woman can heal the world**
Professor Marylyn-dolly©
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
Sequel to my poem A Mourner's tale
Her days turned darkness, as evil taunted her soul
Shattered she stood as the night fought her
Harrowing it was when time stood still
Fearful it were when he held her down
as he took away her reason to smile again
In a journey of ten minutes he took away her dreams alongside her innocence
There was no morning too bright to elude this darkest plight
There was no one to hold her again
No reason to smile
No light too bright
And then
I say
*It was blinding how the sun pierced into her damaged soul
And when night came, she could not feel,
She could not see*
*It was shattering
It was shattering how pieces of her couldn't be mended again
And how these pieces spread beyond her life
It was shocking*
**It was shocking how her own mind questioned her existence
And how she lived through life, existing, but not living
It was monstrous**
*It was monstrous how men could damage a flower so pure and beautiful
And how they go on damaging more flowers,
Crushing them and eluding them all of their innocence
It was blackening*
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
*O come sweet Jesus Christ come,
You are the source of our bliss and happimesd
You are the path to peace and protection
the mighty deliverer and strength in times of our troubled day
The living water that quenches our yearning and taste
,the door that leads to perfect rest,
O come sweet Jesus come*
*O come sweet Jesus Come
Come and heal our wounds,
come take away our infirmities
,Come calm the raging storms in our lives
O come sweet Jesus come*
*Igho Odiete©
All right reserved*
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
**Angel Come
Angel Come; Come with a Whisper,
With tongues of Mysta
Come in the Night,
And bring us the Light
Come unto Mystery,
To elude our Misery
Angel Come- Angel Go**
*Angel Come
Come Like a River
To Inhale this Fever
Overshadow me with Shivers,
To see me thus Thither
Like a river Glorious,
In a secret Joyous
Angel Come; Angel Go*
**Angel Come
Remould my emotions,
To fit my Devotions
Come into the Dark;
And get rid of the Black
Encamp me in your Palms,
To wrap me in your Arms
Angel Come- Angel Go**
*Angel Come
Come into my Subconscious;
Awaken my Unconscious
Come like an arrowing Rain,
Invade my narrowest Pain
Let me hide my face in You;
For I seek a space in You
Angel Come: Angel Go*
Ovi Odiete©
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
**The moon shines down,
watching our steps
it gives us light,
in nights deep times
Waking us out
to join the stars
and shine forth still
The moon shines down
and give us calm**
Ovi Odiete
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
WHAT A POEM SHOULD BE
*A
Poem
Should
Be
Devoid
Of sentiments
Should be
Dark as the Night
Or
Clear as the day,*
**A
Poem
Should speak
Attention
And
Not seek attention
Should be
Bright as the culminating cloud
Or
Dark as the emanating nights**
*A
Poem should not seek, but speak
Should be
Free as the Moon moves the earth
A
Poem should
Be
Free, but not stale
Should be
True, but not forced*
**A Poem
Should not seek,
But speak
Should
Be
Vast as Rainfall
And yet
Calm as Dew falls**
*A
Poem
Could be
Violent,
But mean no harm,
Could be hateful,
But mean no hate*
**A
poem
Should
Be bright as SUNSHINE,
Should be
Vast as Rainfall,
Yet
Calm as Dew falls
A Poem
Should not seek attention
But
Speak attention!!**
*Should be
Vast as
Rainfall*
**Should
Be
Vast
As
Rainfalls**
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC