Baskadia

A Blessing of Grace

A blessing of grace, a gift from above A source of love, a source of hope A reminder of all that we have A reminder of all that we can be A blessing of grace, a chance to start anew A chance to learn, a chance to grow A chance to be the best version of ourselves A chance to make a difference in the world A blessing of grace, a chance to be kind A chance to show compassion, a chance to be brave A chance to be a light in the darkness A chance to make a positive impact on the world A blessing of gr

Insecurity in Nigeria (A Poem)

A nation in despair, A nation in fear, Where the people can't sleep And the future is unclear. Insecurity reigns, Terrorism gains, And the people are left To fend for their lives. Kidnappings and killings, Rapes and pillaging, The country is in chaos And the people are begging. Where is the government? Where is the help? The people are crying out But no one seems to hear. A nation in despair, A nation in fear, Where the people can't sleep And the future is unclear.

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

No summary only poetry we live for rhyme with no extra time.

A Friend

It's my happiness

Wrath in a teacup

Tea, hot or cold, like a woman's wrath will flush through A woman's wrath is a cartel mystery A blend of gravel and wool So cold it burns bridges So hot it freezes passion A woman's wrath is tea An overwhelmed waitress serves the whole place, some passerbys even partaking, but the one who's order it is, just behind her, waiting and weary of being served I have been undone in needing calm and warmth I swore never again, deciding to find by myself But By the river you find them sweet and saucy Ben

A poem about winter

Here's a humorous poem about a grumpy old man who doesn't want to participate in winter activities: Oh Rajab Zamstran, oh grumpy old man, Why do you resist the winter plan? The snow is fallin g, the fire is lit, But you refuse to join in the fun and grit. You scowl and grumble, you shake your head, "I won't play in the snow," you say instead. You cross your arms, you furrow your brow, Like a grouchy cat, you won't let go. But why, dear Rajab, must you be so sour? Winter's joy is worth much more.

A Fool's Tale.

Everyone's got a Fool's Tale, it just depends on when it's told.

Life

Life To me life do not have an exact definition And at the same time life is not balanced Some are rich, some are poor, some are dead, some are alive, some can eat, some can not eat, some have food, some do not have food, some have a job, some do not have a job, some are black some are white, some are wicked some are Good, some are Christian's some are Muslims. If life is balanced everybody must be equal If you are rich, then I must also be a rich boy But if life is balanced life will not be int

A poem on Addiction

Addiction

A Gust of Wind

A Gust of Wind is a page from the Words of The Betrayed from the Songs of Lexicon said by a heartbroken Man.

A glimpse of nostalgia

Once in a rainy field The wet grass and the scent it yield Over the horizon of clouds and grey The mountains show yet too shy to play The buzzing streets and the sound it makes And the trucks so fast they can't press the breaks Standing there near an empty chair I saw her running with rain drops on her hair She aranged her looks and lovely dress And I catched a glimpse of beauty on her mess As she looked at me with gentle eyes I stared away yet her beauty never lies As the bus honked, stopped an

A Twisted Relationship

A twisted relationship Void of trust A one sided relationship Losing its taste Such is my relationship The Other Man's fate A man who keeps his word With a woman who does not keep her word A man who follows his time With a woman who does not follow her time These are my worries The Other Man's woes A one sided affair Well, I'll say it's not fair A one sided contract A null and void contract Such are my sorrows The Other Man cries Songs From The Other Man Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

A letter to you

A gentle reminder There will be struggles There will be obstacles But never run Never push people away Take advantage of them And learn

BEAUTY OF NATURE (A POEM)

Look at nature’s beauty like you’ll view a dainty. See the glistening night’s stars as sweet sparks on the eyes. What a bliss in my heart watching a penguin sit! Like a fishing bobber, stands a seal with blubber. It’s fun seeing fountains flowing down the mountains, And casting their fluid bodies into the deep valleys. Great God of creation, your love floods my nation, Reflecting Your power, and radiating Your wonder. Greater glory would be, for all the saints to see. Faces would ever glow, thou

'DEATH' a POEM

a poem about death, and how it is end and where we find peace,

A Loving Sensation

A page from Songs From The Other Man explaining his inner feelings when he received a heartfelt message from his love.

The Child's Cry: A Poem on the Tragedy of War"

This is a sad poem on war inspired by the Ukraine and Russian war.

A POEM ON "THE VICTIMIZATION OF THE BODY".

This poem addresses such a deconstructionist approach on how a person is always undergone to a kind of symbolic subjectivity, and thus, being reified under the hellish centrality of capitalism.

Life

Aiming to reach the peak. Fighting all obstacles and overcoming them. Thinking we are there but it keeps getting tall. Our imagination was just to reach what we thought  it was the peak. But not knowing the peak goes on and never end. Unless we are called to rest . Life is a long journey which never ends until we are called to rest

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha