Martin Ijir is a poet, a teacher, a novelist and an activist. He is a prolific writer. He is the author of "The Vulture", next in his series are "Sin of Fossil Fuel" and the Mystery of Emptiness. To his name he has five international awards: World Icon of Peace from World Institute of Peace Osun State, Nigeria and Poet of the Poets from National Human Rights and Social Justice Commission from New Delhi India, Menzione Poesia Estera from Unicef Premio Internazionale di Poesia cum Associazione Culturale Euterpe, Bitetto, Italy respectively in 2017. Currently, he bagged Youth Ambassador for Humanity from Hafrikan Prince Art World Ghana, and Peace Ambassador from Human Rights and Crime Intelligence Force, India. He resides in Abuja, Nigeria.
Simple and hermetic life
I want my words to be as beggars on the street
I want the verses to touch the plate of the poor
passerby should get true meaning of hermetic life
I want it to fall as a ripe nuts from a palm tree
washed by water and kept at the bank of a river
I want a squirrel to feed on it, and mortals to sip
the juices that beautify a coconut fruits as the tap
the wine that is stored in the tree. I want birds
to climb the boughs of my words and alight to rest
As soil brings forth life so it takes it back, upon a river
My soulful contemplation of nature blinds me.
A little story
The last time I die was yesterday's night
My stomach adjusting to its new quest
My nerves smiles as the last blood pumps
That's the happiness that death brings
My eyes embraced the silence void
And my ears decipher the unstrung echoed
My soul picks the shovel of interment
A fetid breeze embalm my body to rest
I lied calmly as I erased the beauty of the stars
How ugly they stare at my carnal eyes!
Joy of permanence
Flowers and rivers have their own way of smiling
Travellers hum the music of solitude as ship steam
The moors of the river seeks wayfarers home
The woods and lonely wind exchanges pleasantries
How frond pierces deep in the heart of a lover?
I am here years upon years saying goodbye to many
The joy of permanence lies within our heart
The red brown dust from the cubic closet
Open its fetid smile and embrace our adorn body
Why treat others badly? Whilst the flower and river wither !
The water that float me dries as my sun rises in anguish
The oil of my lamp flickered in laughter, it is home going
My body cries in unison of my soul, the ends open its door
The quirky sounds required my admission
How beautiful life is so beautiful my soul will die
my work and my self shall be judge by men and by God
The common crowd will shed tears as they mock at me
How soon he rots on this bitter world full of opportunity
Dust and sunlight will form the basis of my eternity
A fleeting journey without queue like Mararaba road
The foolish logjam created by man will I see no more
The insidious sweetness of resting lies in closure of one eyes.
(c) Martin Ijir 2018