Please tell us a little bit about your most recent work. I am Ngozi Olivia Osuoha a Nigerian poet/writer. A graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. I have published over one hundred poems in over ten countries. My first two longest poems of 355 and 560 verses published in Kenya and Canada respectively are available on amazon. They are THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN. What draws you to writing poetry? Everything draws me to poetry. The world is full of hate and anger, terrible things. I feel like making it a better place. It is a burden, a gift, a calling and a call. Are you currently working on any side projects such as short stories, essays, etc? Yes. It's been long though. I switch them. Whenever they are finally ready, God will announce them. Which topics interest you most and why? I don't have topics. I write about everything. Anything that worries my peace, any inspiration gets penned. Do you have any unique rituals? No. Except prayers. One poet more people should know: Who is it? Do I even know? The social media is crazy . A whole lot of great poets there. Do you find it difficult to get your work out there? Writing is not a problem. Reading may be, because you cannot force people to do that. But I know I have loyal reader, secret and open. I do good poems, anyway. You just can't reject them. But I need support and more audience. It is just a starting point. When it comes to your work, where do you find your inspiration? Writing is not exempted anyway, that's what I will tell you. The basic inspiration comes from God, however he spreads it on humans, environments, happenings,...... Everywhere. What would you like to tell your readers? My readers??? I love them. Please they should keep reading and supporting me. I just love them. Together, we can change the world. ![]() Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a Nigerian poet/writer, a graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. Her first two longest poems THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN of 355 and 560 verses published in Kenya and Canada respectively are available on amazon. She has published over one hundred poems in over ten countries. She is a passionate African ink and she loves her family.
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by Ngozi Olivia Osuoha An art so wondrous Divine in every sense, A creature so elegant Creative, gallant and immaculate. The bravest of creation Smart, strong and sound Loving, caring, lovely, careful The woman, a little god. Homemade, homemaker Groomed and grooming A confident confidant A loyalist and a faithful Submissive, calm and resilient. Pure, genuine companion Quiet, honest giver Fair, jealous lover Godly, decent soulmate. Save her the drama Heal her the trauma, Clean her the stigma And clear her of the dilemma. Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a Nigerian poet/writer, a graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. Her first two longest poems THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN of 355 and 560 verses published in Kenya and Canada respectively are available on amazon. She has published over one hundred poems in over ten countries. She is a passionate African ink and she loves her family.
by Ngozi Olivia Osuoha peace, why drag supremacy And fight for superiority? Why crush silence And break thine sheath, That we remain at war? You waylay unity And make skulls, your crown You ambush growth And arrest development, Peace, why hate thyself When you are a gem? Barefooted, you wander afar Thirsty, you stand aloof Hungry, you sink beyond Lonely, you stray away Peace, why art thou gone? Come, peace come Return, O peace This earth is broken This world is bruised, Come, heal the air Come, sweep the land Return, O peace, Peace! Peace! Be Still! Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a Nigerian poet/writer, a graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. Her first two longest poems THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN of 355 and 560 verses published in Kenya and Canada respectively are available on amazon. She has published over one hundred poems in over ten countries. She is a passionate African ink and she loves her family.
by Ngozi Olivia Osuoha Bribery in royalty Greed in chieftaincy Deceit upon loyalty. Cowardice in red cap Ignorance in large map, Illiteracy widening the gap. The staff of injustice The sandals of atrocity, The belt of witchcraft. Foolishness loves the liquor Selfishness drinks to stupor Betrayal sells the tutor. Quarrels always fueled Fights frequently mailed Division broadly sealed. Gang up buying the poor Estrangement shutting the door Blood spilling on the floor. Blackmails openly booked Scandals well cooked, Rumours wisely hooked. Truth becomes the trap Trust remains a crap, Honesty, the lost lap. Diligence totally forgone Competence thoroughly undone, Negligence never gone. Bravery getting dumped Raped by slavery Fakery greatly crowned. Fairness turns the mourned Freedom already drowned Kindness never to be returned. Stupidity donates himself Anxiety chains herself, Integrity murders itself. The blind leading the seer The lame chasing the deer, The deaf training the trumpeter. Anger quakes the rooms Hatred glows and booms Revenge, everywhere looms. Boundaries everywhere Poisons, here and there Discrimination we all steer. Enmity, the watchword Discord, the dynasty Unity decamps our world. Agony behind the scar Harmony beyond the star, Matrimony buried deep far. Backbiting and slandering Defamation and propaganda, Hatred begeting hate. Village politics Sold like narcotics Enjoyed by lunatics. Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a Nigerian poet/writer, a graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. Her first two longest poems THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN of 355 and 560 verses published in Kenya and Canada respectively are available on amazon. She has published over one hundred poems in over ten countries. She is a passionate African ink and she loves her family.
by Amaan Ahmad I met happiness at the gates of sorrow, Trying to read the labyrinths; It fell upon the lips of horizons, Where my paths lead to the blind I set my alarm to the moon, With a wish to burn its shadows With the colors of my broken dreams, I walked with the lover of melancholy, And crossed the old lanes of loneliness Where dreams had meet the graffitis Of the forlorn time and history; Where do my stories rest? I had asked the dead verses-- It had showed me the lips of my dead muse, But I had found only the splinters of time Showing me the dreams' laughter On the threshold of the faded graffitis; I drank a few drops of my thoughts, With a hope to die in my womb; The shadows had knocked upon my reflections, Warning me of the philosophies untold, Will they, who once had succumbed to nothingness, define the sorrows or the futility? The sentences had been lost so were the dreams, And here, I still sing a sad lullaby to the shadows of the moon streams... ![]() Amaan Ahmad is a 34-year-old Indian writer, artist and philosopher. He has been researching on philosophy, psychology, and other related subjects. His art and writing revolve around the symbolism and surrealism. You can explore and purchase his work here: https://www.saatchiart.com/abstractexpressionism https://www.facebook.com/amaansgallery/ Please tell us a little bit about your most recent work. My most recent book, Shattered living, was inspired by my personal struggle with mental illness, as well as what I’ve seen with family and friends who’ve suffered the same thing. It took a lot of courage to write, but honestly, it also gave me relief. Not only did I write it for me and those who’ve been down the same road, but for those who never have. My hope is that this collection of poetry brings much-needed awareness to these diseases What was your motivation for writing it? Again, to raise awareness, but to also reach the ones who suffer as I have. I want them to know they’re never alone. Are you currently working on any side projects? Yes, one is top secret, though it will be revealed soon. *wink* The other is titled Shattered Loving. It’s the sequel to Shattered Living and is written from a different perspective. More details to come! What motivated you to become a writer? I’ve always enjoyed writing. It’s in my soul. But I never thought I was good enough for anything special until a very talented author (and dear friend) saw something inside me and helped fulfill my dream. I’m still shy when it comes to my writing, and I’m sure that will never change, but I’ve learned that to do great things, you have to take chances and put yourself out there. Do you have any unique writing rituals? Words come to me out of nowhere, so I always have to be prepared to jot them down before the ideas are lost. If I had to claim a specific ritual, though, it’s that I need to be alone and closed off from the world. No interruptions, just me and my thoughts and my words. I can’t even write a grocery list in chaos. Do you feel close to your characters? If yes, how so? If no, how do you maintain a distance? In Shattered Living, I am the character, so I felt every bit of emotion all over again as I worked through the poems. As for my super-secret project, it’s a work of fiction, but the co-author and I feel as close to the characters as one can feel. They’re all a blending of us and people we’ve known, and something like that is extremely personal. Especially when you pour your blood, sweat, and tears into it. It’s like we’re leaving a little piece of our soul behind in the pages. Do you find it difficult to maintain a career as a writer? Having just published my first book, that’s a difficult question to answer. I'll have to see where my career takes me. What I can say is that it’s not my goal to be famous and make a ton of money, it would only be bonus. My true goal is to reach people and leave a legacy behind. To be remembered by my words and how they may have touched or helped someone. Tell us about your day jobs. My day job consists of being a secretary, a psychiatrist (and a psychologist), a taxi driver, a cook, maid, lover, a fighter and defender. So basically, I'm a stay-at-home mother and a wife to a wonderful man. And that is a full-time job, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. When it comes to developing a plot and the characters where do you find your inspiration? In real life experiences. And in what I think is not only relatable, but funny. We have to find the humor in even the darkest situations, or life will chew you up and spit you out whole. Believe me, I would know. What would you like to tell your readers? First, I’d like to tell my readers is that is no one is better than you, so never give them the power to make you feel inferior. You’re an original, so never forget that. Second, always chase your dreams… no matter how small. Go after things that make your life a happier place and give you purpose. And lastly, never stop reading. You’ll find it gives you not only a chance to escape from everyday life, but the best kind of stories also give you hope, and restore your passion and faith. It’s why I do what I do. ![]() Justice K. Chambers is from the suburbs of Atlanta, GA and is a stay at home mother of two. Her passions include reading and writing poetry, and taking care of her farm animals. Find her here: AMAZON | AMAZON UK | NOOK | KOBO | SMASHWORDS by Lacesthapoet We, the population of the unknown living outside the castle In isolation, we surround the castle like waters surrounding an Island! We're the labour force, the pillars of the society. We, the masses crawling on grasses like snakes, Day and night we toil the soil as we prey(pray) Lay our stomachs on tree's just to cover ourselves with leafs! We, the weak ones seek refuge in graves just to forget our sorrows and suffering! We became slaves in a land we were born into, A land we fought for! The cry of a poor child is never heard, but the lies of a politician is always on a loud speaker! We vote, we work and we talk, but the consider us as cripples. We, the majority live in Sacks tight like rice in sacks! We came here to live, but thieves want to us to leave so the feed us grief! A poor man never see's or hear, He's neither blind nor deaf...... Still he lives to tell a story. ![]() Here is what Lacesthapoet wants us to know about him: "Lacesthapoet Ransa Student at plateau state university bokkos Born 1994 in jos plateau state capital of Nigeria Study; history and international relations 400l" You can contact him here: ransajonah@gmail.com Or find him on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ransa.jonah by Lacesthapoet Our talents despise, education with price! Our sons cold, their mouth too small to hold a spoon, is freedom really coming soon? Hope, hold our buttocks like pampers. ![]() Here is what Lacesthapoet wants us to know about him: "Lacesthapoet Ransa Student at plateau state university bokkos Born 1994 in jos plateau state capital of Nigeria Study; history and international relations 400l" You can contact him here: ransajonah@gmail.com Or find him on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ransa.jonah by Lacesthapoet My thought is nude, I don't need leafs and fine clothes to cover my thoughts! People see me and feel the urge to undress their thought while others Judge! ![]() Here is what Lacesthapoet wants us to know about him: "Lacesthapoet Ransa Student at plateau state university bokkos Born 1994 in jos plateau state capital of Nigeria Study; history and international relations 400l" You can contact him here: ransajonah@gmail.com Or find him on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ransa.jonah by Jeremy Mac Shuffles the Chik Chik Sprite roams the toadstools and phosphorous lit pools across the land of Spores de Fright, Shuffling his flayed feet over the moores, teeth chik chiking hungry for fleshy pores, he senses a fresh meal tonight, Flapping frayed wings, as dead things sing, he leaps into a dark flight, Buzz buzz wings buzzing, and chik chik teeth chiking, his milky white eyes alight, Hundreds more fly inbound, like a school of piranha the marching sound, the decaying colony gather for a fat feast approaching their plight, The Chik Chik Sprite army drop with unrelenting force, devouring the main course, juicy marrow a desert with each delectable bite, Within seconds there is no more, and for a moment Shuffles deplores, for he vaguely recalls a time of pure innocent delight, A life from days of yore, when he’d lived amongst a warm bodied colony near bright shores, once known as a grand land called Spores Delight, Infected, they devolved, knowing not what it was called, quickly wracked by a new unsavory appetite, Slowly old memories fade, of that lush land sprung with ripe fruit and comforting shade, now accursed in eternal blight, So Shuffles the Chik Chik Zombie Sprite shuffles away, from the freshly eaten bones of the day that will forever lay, in their new home now known as Spores de Fright. ![]() Jeremy Mac is a multi-genre fiction author with three novels, one novella, and several short stories and poems to his list of writing credits. His short stories and poems have been published in Horrified Press's X4 anthology, Devolution Z, Down in the Dirt, Conceit, Ascent Aspirations, The Ultimate Writer, Spontaneous Spirits, The Bracelet Charm, The Enchanted File Cabinet, Transcendent Visions, Struggle, and Dead Snakes. An avid lover of sand and sun, Mac has frolicked throughout the Gulf and Atlantic coasts, but he currently writes from Arkansas. To learn more about Jeremy Mac, visit his Facebook page @:facebook.com/jeremymac.author Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jeremymac.author/ Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/groups/jeremysjewels/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Jeremy-Mac/e/B06XZWRZF6/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jeremymac03/ |