Four poems from Nigeria by Martin Ijir
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19 September 2018
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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 !

 

 

Fleeting journey 

 

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

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