Poetry 365 – THE LIBRARY (EB)

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Leonell EchaFebruary 25, 2021

Lilian Adekunbi Ruth Darasimi Ogunsuyi was born and raised in Jos, Nigeria Even though she is originally from Oyo state. She is the second of three children. She lost both parents at ages 4 and 6 and grew up with her grandparents. Lardo is currently studying History and International Relations at the University of Jos. […]

Leonell EchaAugust 9, 2019

Maybe we’d become zombies, Or marked beasts hungry for an end, Maybe we’d be happy with all lost family and friends, Maybe we’d just be manure for trees, Gathered with a bunch of others having silent conventions, Maybe we’d be reincarnated But then, that wouldn’t be an end. At the end of it all, there’ll […]

Leonell EchaAugust 24, 2018

Give me a reason darling one, and I will give you my sweet lips. We will moan like the sun and moon, The world will envy our eclipse, while our shadows twinkle in fun. Give me a reason darling one, to remain so tight to your hips so I won’t be cumin so soon. Rub […]

Leonell EchaMay 18, 2018

Hmmmm! That place, that village of butterflies. A painting so true? Are the people so few? I heard some fell from up there, like apples with roots of guavas. The sky does not sieve rain against cloud, then how do they come about with no wings? What comes out of Heaven, I do not know, […]

Leonell EchaDecember 8, 2017

Sycamore reminds me of the word tall, musing on music could build a wall. Heaven reminds me of mankind and fall, sins will never be auctioned in a mall. Jesus is another way to justify your sin especially when truth almost lived in the scene. Pride and ignorance struggle less to win, the sweat on […]

Leonell EchaDecember 5, 2017

Before you come, please be aware, The traffic might be too heavy. And when you come, you’ll meet me here, My mind is made up already. Before you come, please be aware I’m weak, fragile and unsteady To days i’ll stitch, and those i’ll tear, Come wild, come tamed, but come ready. Leonell

Leonell EchaNovember 13, 2017

Here are reviews on one of the world’s famous poet’s poem. Nikki Giovanni, byname of Yolande Cornelia Giovanni, Jr. (born June 7, 1943, Knoxville, Tenn., U.S.), is an African-American poet whose writings ranged from calls for violent revolution to poems for children and intimate personal statements. Giovanni grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, and Knoxville, Tenn., […]

Leonell EchaNovember 10, 2017

Today is the day after forever, None can tell the weather. There is no morning, Neither would there be day. I watched when the sun stopped burning. I picked the stars that fell, Placing them back in space – Though they lost their shine. When will night come? None can tell. Today is the day […]

Leonell EchaNovember 9, 2017

Again they told us your story, Free of wounded verses and hurting plots Rain reigned like falling bricks; heavy. I was born like this; happy. Choose your wars, visit victory places. “Africa,” that is the child in my story. Leonell ============================== Another day shall give thee a chance to smile. Freedom shall become thy middle […]

Leonell EchaNovember 9, 2017

What abomination has touched the moon? What has time asked to come back soon? Is it the pages of the sky I turned over? Is it the one that calls itself night, as to cover? Up or down. All I have not wanted has found the ground. All I ever wanted to do so has […]

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Today’s Biographies

At the end of it all…

Give me a reason

What Comes Out Of Heaven

Poetry: From My Incomplete Notes

Poetry: Ode To The Future

Poem Review: “Habit” By Nikki Giovanni

Poetry: The Day After Forever

Poetry: A-F-R-I-C-A!!

Poetry: The Things I Cannot Do

The Good Society

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in the ground

Seeds

A ditty

The Good Society

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in the ground