“My poems stem from the natural things we overlook, I might see a bird on my balcony, and look at the colorful sky and try to make juxtaposes of these images with a man who’s fed up of life and I try to connect all of these images and I write a story, or poet with all of these”- Umar Farouk Adeiza Continue reading “I just write”
-Umar Farouk Adeiza I neatly aligned my grief inthe pages of yesterday’s paperappointing each headline itsappropriate slot in block style, Silently following tragicbygones entombed in my mind.The earth is not some displaced universalsport,The moon is still 384,400 km away from my house,In the fictitious kingdom, the polished wimp became the somber oppressor. My trade is not with the confusedguardians of tragic histories,Applicants of prove,hangmen on … Continue reading The Newspaper
-Umar Farouk Adeiza Assuming the stance of wolves, howling atdelegated hours,Audibly pacing the ceramic tiles of duplicated chapels,The slithering lifeless beings, repeatedly slithering in and out of life, chewing the clock by the seconds,Poets of dusky alma mater in yesterday’s robe,Drizzling phony fresh verses from rough tongues,While all the flock are absorbed in fallout. The new robots hijack, cover distance of dark grey bridges,Savoring self-imposed … Continue reading The Keyboard People
“Apparently wise, i resist this dream,
Unripe wails embrace my sleep” Continue reading Native Dream
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