Thoughts of Love by Anyikwa Chukwuemeka

“Some are born saying once and no more of this compassion I keep.
Some grow and say I would bond to the rival of hate.
Some endure the flaw strength of the heart.
Some toss it away like the die which makes the nameless.
Some weep at its factual manner for they are misled by lust.
Some think of glee when they are not bent to make happiness.
Some want the grace but cannot see the skin deep.
Some are revered only by the pleasures of vanity.
Some are troubled by the events of the pitiful tale.
Some put up deceptive gestures to be kept in spirit by men.
Some in great sorrow sob for the contest loss in the disc of blues.
Some try to remember all, others to forget all.
Some are deceived by the veil of good looks.
Some would never fathom the connotation of respect.
Some think thoughts of the heart can follow a designated blueprint.
Some are in dire straits for the jealousy of the unknown.
Some are in a quiet state at the august ground of peace.
Some breathe their last saying- I love you.
Some cry in death for the rude nature of their dealings.
Some are never reminisced in the afterlife, others are forever loved.

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In the Heavens by Faith Ogbonna and Anyikwa Chukwuemeka

Our place of dazzling unease and exciting mêlée.
Portray the exact converse of our dreamland.
Paradise is elegant.
But we are evil.
We do not hold on for such.
We ought to stand for what we necessitate.
Clemency is with those of harmony.
Heaven is typified by
Somberness in word,
True style in nature,
Vigor in devotion,
Everlasting compassion in prospect,
Stillness in heart,
Integrity in unrivalled class,
Smiles on faces,
No hate to know,
Forgoing all evil that makes the devil shock,
With love for all.
Our wish is for the sacred municipality.
Truth appears striking as a bride- the epitome of sincerity.
Now the dwelling plight is gone.
With the creator here, death and sadness and pain and dirge of the old order is over.
Novel is the season.
The law of The Fairness Pact is censure.
The Sun and Moon are no longer looked-for for light, for The lamb is the Lamp.
Dirt will not enter, lie no, hate no.
With no caged bird singing.
Only the names of The Book of Life behold Seventh Heaven

Writer II Induction

This is to formally make known to the Community of People all over the world that Thought and Society have found Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan clear of all condition that is quintessential for induction into the Community of Thought and Society.

Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan is absorbed as a Writer II.

Chief Of Words and Chief Executive Writer.

– Anyikwa Chukwuemeka

CALL FOR SUBMISSION

BLACK PRIDE Magazine is calling for submissions for its “POETRY FOR POLITICIANS Anthology” which is set to be edited by Adigun Temitope (Idealism), Olayemi Ayo and Phunso Oris.
The anthology is to be based on an X-ray of Political Climate. The collection is to look at both the positive and negative political issues in the world.

Submission is open to everybody regardless of age, religion, location or experience.

—–Guidelines—–
. Send maximum of 5poems and not less or more than 6lines length each.
. All submissions should be sent to blackpridemagazine@yahoo.com .
. Your subject must be in this format ‘Poetry for Politicians anthology’.
. The body of your email must include: your name, your poems title, biography (not more than 100 words), your clear photograph and your phone number.

Your works will be examined by the editors of the anthology and if found worthy for inclusion in the anthology, you will be contacted for feedback.

In partnership with Speaking Pen International
http://blackpridemag.blogspot.com.ng/2016/04/poetry-for-politicians-anthology-call.html?m=1

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Ode to Gratitude by Anyikwa Chukwuemeka

Our life is a lease,
One to share with the ones we love.
Our life is a base,
The soothing ground for the flying dove.

Melodrama and Melancholy tunes are the friends of our now shattered thoughts.
They beseech thee like the sad sting of ingratitude.
The society would almost never see us for who we are but for the mess we become after they are done with us.

My thoughts are black,
Still neither does my love diminish nor lack.
Fellows of fair thoughts and just heart, hear my words and tell me your minds;
Know thyself completely or perish from within.