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Tochukwu Ezebube is a passionate poet and founder of Poem Collections. With a deep love for African verse and a commitment to sharing diverse poetic voices, Tochukwu curates a rich tapestry of poems that celebrate the beauty of words from Africa and around the world. Join him on this poetic journey at Poem Collections, where the magic of language unfolds.
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The stars have departed, the sky in monocle surveys the worldunder The stars have departed, and I – where am I? Stretch, stretch, O antennae, to clutch at this hour, fulfilling each moment in a broken monody.
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Backgroud of the poet John Pepper Clark was born Kiagbodo in Ijaw, 1935. He was educated at Government College, Ughelli and has an English degree from University College, Ibadan. He was the founding editor of The Horn, Student poetry magazines which played a crucial role in the history of literary development in Nigeria. He worked…
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Aquíhijas del verbo: madres, los esparemos. Escúchenos, “vivos se los llevaron, vivos los queremos.”Recuérdenlo en el nombre del padre, del hijo y del hermanodetenidos y desaparecidos. Esperamos con la frente en altopunto por punto unidas como la cicatriz a sus costuras. Nadie podrá destruir ni desarmar nuestros pesares juntos.Amen.
Smart Phone – Dumb User by Rick W. Cotton
My new phone is “smart.” I guess that I’m not.Amazing what all this here smart phone has got.TV and Weather and Internet, too.There’s just no limits to what it can do.Check my blood pressure and my temperatureWithout even probing all my apertures.I now know the time in Paris or Greece.I can track the migration of…
His whale, his bulwalk by Derek Walcott
To praise the blue whale’s crystal jet, To write, ‘O fountain!’ honouring a spout Provokes this curse: ‘The high are humbled yet’ From those who humble Godhead, beasthood, verse. Once, the Lord raised this bulwark to our eyes, Once, in our seas, whales threshed, The harpooner was common. Once, I…
Sailing Homeward by Chan Fang-shēng
Cliffs that rise a thousand feetWithout a break,Lake that stretches a hundred milesWithout a wave,Sands that are white through all the year,Without a stain,Pine-tree woods, winter and summerEver-green,Streams that for ever flow and flowWithout a pause,Trees that for twenty thousand yearsYour vows have kept,You have suddenly healed the pain of a traveller’s heart,And moved his…