May us poets unite so we light our touches of pens to write, and thus change the world.


StarBG © 2017

Sometimes we try too hard to put smiles on people's face, only to discover our self is full of unhappiness

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

There's a quiet murmuration
Of figments of my imagination
Dreams and broken notions
Feelings and emotions
Swirling and rearranging
Into ever-changing shapes in my mind

There are absent gods and howling dogs
And the broken backs of the poor
While jugglers perform tricks with wealth
As nobody seems to care anymore
Amidst marching boots as children shoot
And hope lies dead on the floor

There seems to be a ghost somewhere
Wandering high in purple mountains
And low in deep green valleys
And this roaming soul may well be
A kind of long lost truth
Inside my hidden mind

                               By Phil Roberts

DEAR DEATH:
not today will I yes play
within your mystery door.
For I have dreams to for-fill
so I will say no more.

now I come to write
DEAR LIFE:
Come, embrace, so fine.
I have visions now so bright.
to live and write in rhyme.

Come sweet life anoint me please
with your winds and rains.
They drift in my wake of day,
as my gifts I do claim.

DEAR, DEAR LIFE,
I do confess I love you so you see.
I have grown to love myself,
to prosper and be free.

Free to wander, free to roam
inside life I’m here.        
On path of life I shall stay
so death door disappear.


StarBG © 2017

the inner landscapes are vast
to tread them is to be in love

to be called back time after time
an ever expanding consciousness

love, only love, casts out fear,
and in its place, freedom, joy.

its a marathon
not a sprint
my teacher assures me
growth is organic
goes its own pace

all you need do
is persevere
stay faithful
and practise
twice daily

the Mantra
keep on saying
your Mantra
sound it
listen to it.

play with fire
but know
fire burns
everything
it touches.
flames can be
hypnotic
beautiful
warm
ancient.
but know
fire burns
everything
it touches.