Praise Frank
Just here to share my poetry and connect with creative minds. 🇳🇱🇳🇬
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The Ascender's Song Play dumb for smart reasons but don't play smart for dumb reasons, I know the opening lines are funny but life is a rolling stretch of seasons, The journey gets harder when the resolve weakens— And far too many give up when the darkness thickens So rise to the fight and hold unto your beacons, Cast away the old and stomp upon the demons, Stretch forth your dreams and captivate the regions— For all you have is now, the moment, the beginning. ©Frank #Poetry
The Pursuit Of Balance This march into death's ambush will continue As time keeps rolling and the ages unfold, So why do we hover between existing and living? Why does misfortune make friends with the ones who keep believing? The paradox of life is that to die is to live, Yet we often find ourselves taking more than we can give, Learn the lessons at your lowest and be cautious at your highest, For life always has one more trick hiding up its sleeve. #Poetry
The Mask The misty eye of the sky conjured pregnant clouds— Strung up high, wishing to let go and seeking to comply To the order of nature's call, a call they can't defy The clouds in my heart are pregnant too, Heavy with embedded knives and melancholic rendezvous, Now I change that weather, put on a smile— And skid along like a feather, Then late at night when I close my eyes, They come raining down, cold as ice; The tears that I tucked behind this crumbling disguise. #Poetry
My Nigerian Dream We've come a long way from the vices of the West, From the colonizer's grip and the wars we had to fight, Ever surging forward in the crucible of time, This African giant never fell to any test Though tribe and tongue may differ, We've always stood together in brotherhood, Surging forward like one flowing river— And ever thriving in the times we should've withered. My Nigerian dream is that unity should prosper From the hearts of the leaders to the workings of the peopl...
The Limping Giant First it was the white man and then it was the fight to be free, The giant had been taken down and the captor came with gruesome glee, Indirect rule and exploitation of the masses— Filled the giant's belly with the revolt of the classes Then the captor left and the people turned to war, Government killing its own people and bombings of the core, Leaders robbing their own nation and making up their lore, A mundane show of brutality that was never seen before Today the giant...
Poetry = Therapy The lonely wail of an evening bird Trudged across this desolate evening Where I sat in loud silence, picking at stones, Staring at God's ceiling— In attempt to raise these bones Hand in hand with solitude, I wrestled with a flameless hell, A pain that stabbed my fortitude— And turned me to a last farewell But today, Once again, I picked up my pen— And I found poetry waiting, with open arms to hug away my pain. #Poetry
The Flight Of Time Necklaces of laughter hung around our days, In the times when we were young with imaginative craze, Trudging through meadows and stomping on cliches, Playing with grasshoppers and basking in the rays Those days were locked behind in the crucible of time— And now we chase another prime With a battle to win against life. #Poetry
Ascension I Evening befriends the spider And the moon comes out to play— In the ululations of desolate hours Where the hunter often turns to prey Chaos in array, Colours in the grey Put the certainty of uncertainties on an ugly looming display Where the prey turns to pray— While life's knife is just one call away I am the city on the hill You are author of your world, Through the still and stinging thrill We will rise and break the shells in which we curled. #poetry
