Poems and Tales

Tears of Nelson Sousa And The Blood Field – An African War Story

Published

1 year ago

January 7, 2020

The Blogger Scientist

Summary – This is an imaginative story about a Rwandan and Nigerian born called Nelson Sousa.

Directly or indirectly, the characters are in no way referred to any one at all, but 100% imaginative. If you like this post, I will write more.

African War Story

In the dark era of apartheid, Nelson Sousa was born in Nusenga to a Rwandan father and a Nigerian mother. After a childhood primary and secondary school education in Nigeria, enduring lost of civil wars and economical crisis, his family moved to Rwanda for a greener pasture and peaceful environment.

Facing the first scornful looking military personnel along the border sparked an awkward and scary sensation deep down their nerves. Rusty waste along the street, widowed women mourning loudly, hungry kids pulling the cloth of passerby, the Nelson’s family regretted a once happy decision.

With eyes filled with blood, little Nelson looked up to Dad and ask, “Papi Papi are we going to die? Why are people running like wild antelope like those in Kupentog forest?”, “Please answer me, I want to …” rapid gun fire filled the air. The dark angry Rwandans dread bands were on the move, robbing and carrying societal vices. Some looking so young, carrying heavy guns and leaves tied around their waist, they kept shooting mercilessly.

Grabbing Nelson and having his wife follow them closely, seemed a brilliant and safe idea. 15 minutes of zik zag running for safety, she dropped flat. She has being gunned down. Nelson watched his mum drop down like an antelope shot in the wild. Seeking safety beneath a truck, Nelson was faced with life reality. “Papi papi, look mami is dead” he said crying.

Seven (7) years later, Nelson lost his father due to stroke, he was now an orphanage in his homeland, making Rwanda the home of peace was his vision. From local school head to a community activist, he won the hearth of the masses and joined the country politics. Throw back to the memories of an African War Story .

Subsequently, after three (3) years of political struggle, he was assassinated by an unknown assassin. His death was acclaimed to be from the opposing party. Today, his written poem is stilled used to honor him for his courage and service to humanity.

This Is an African War story & it is associated with a poem. Click link below to read poem.

Poems and Tales

Emotional Poems about Broken Heart, Life Struggles, Love and Pain

Published

1 month ago

April 2, 2021

The Blogger Scientist

What type of poem do you like reading?

Poems about Love, or poems about life struggles, or even poems about death!! Well, that might not matter now. But here, we assure you of something, having a good read.

Poem is a mild and calm melody slowly played to show depth of feelings or emotions. But, circumstances has made some poems more enjoyable. Example, a poem about death read when feeling sad can have major emotional reflex.

Also, Poems falls
under various sector with various names apportioned to them.

We got poems about broken heart, poems about Love, poems about pains and many more.

Although, Emotional poems have very powerful spot on soft hearts. Some poems could be so affectionate to the mind and soul while so could develop our mind for suspense or rest.

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Below is a poem by EFE.

‘Tales of the broken hearted’

Sometimes I wonder how I feel

You’ve hurt me but it’s possible to heal

Emotions filling my stomach, I don’t want a meal

My heart is breaking, I taught it was made of steel

I remember the good days, those memories I can’t kill

How did it happen, my eyes stay still,

The tears flow, I try to conceal,

The numbness inside I don’t want to reveal

My mouth wide open, the words are not going spill,

I close my eyes and wish all this is not real

No. I can’t give up that’s the deal

I’ll fight for you, die for you, yes I will

I hope this reaches your heart openly without a seal

And our love should come back around spinning like a wheel

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History from time long ago has produce great poets who write poems about varying topics. Poets are those with the efficient skills of writing poems, breaking boredom and creating excitement.

Also, Poems has played a major role in the human mind and body system. All at one time in life has probably sang a poem.

But wait, take for an instance the nursing mother who sings to her baby before bed time, that can be a lovely poem depending on its format and content. That possible a poem about the stars and moon.

Examine another lovely poem written by Zarah below.

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Sounds of sand in love!

If starry space no limit.. And sun succeeds to sun…

There is no reason to suppose. Our earth the only one.

Min’s countless constellations cast, A million words may be

With each a heart to bless or blast , And to steer up devises

Just think, A million heart or so.. To guide it vital stream

Without all to the boss.(love)

A deity supreme

Such Magnitude oppress my heart, From cosmic space it wings

So untimely it comes but hard to find

Relief in little things. For look!!!. Within my hallow hand

While around earth careens, I wonder what it means

Ahhh… getting so late to notice

Only to realize it LOVE

And it’s a mystery…

Events are said to cause emotions, those feelings in expressive words produce a poem with relation to our present feelings. Lots of poems have being written worldwide, some are so short while others so long.

An Indian poem called the Mahabharata is said to be the longest poem with over a million words.

The world has globally recognize march 21st as world poet day, so write a poem, be a poet and be proud to join the celebration.

Read the poem title Broken by TeamTegz below.

* BROKEN *

Drenched by my tear, The wind rejected me,

Fear envelopes my heart, My heart is crumbled,

Can’t pick up the pieces, The chains of loneliness grip me,

But the news of your leaving, Kept me in darkness for so long,

In there I remembered, Those nights you sang to me a song,

Oh! My heart has failed me. In some way I thought I could do it,

But the ghost in me, Kept pushing me towards you,

Although I cried not because you left, You were happy without me,

But it’s not the same now again, This time, am gearing up,

Re-engine myself, Be friend the wind,

This time, am bracing up, To the ghost in me I say,

“YOUR TIME IS UP”

Since you forgot me,

Am doing the same.

Some great poet of all time include

Wole Soyinka born in 1934 and from Nigeria.
Ana Paula Arendt born in 1980 and from Brazil.
Mustafa Nissaboury born in 1943 and from Morocco.
Also, Ken Saro Wiwa, the freedom fighter was from Nigeria was a great historical poet.
Shady Yasin born in 1984 and from Somalia.
David Rubadiri born in 1930 and from Malawi.
Also, Gabriel Okpara born in 1921 and from Nigeria was notable for his poems.
Ari Sitas born in 1952 and from South Africa.
Elizabeth Akers born in 1832 and from America, Although late, her poems ain’t LATE.

These are just but a very few poets, they were not the best in poetry, but they had impacting words to the readers of poem.

Thinking of the benefit of being a poet is far more than imagine. It opens the door to world of vocabulary development, create recognition in the society, although a poem is relatively short, those lines can pierce the heart, and lot others.

Try reading poems, try writing some.

Also, feel free to mail us your poem for publishing here.

Poems and Tales

DRUNK IN POETRY

Published

2 months ago

March 21, 2021

CyanahPEN

*DRUNK IN POETRY*

Back to drinking always
Hoping to achieve full sacks
Never to be called a fool who lacks

Young lad turns bad
Dad get mad for poets
He’s always inking and never sinking

Poetry with it poultry
It rears and bears words for the world
Gotten from emotions through motions and actions

This drink cost alot of sacrifice
It’s a calling from God not gods
It’s made fancy with great fantasy

Scribbling and dribbling every morning to get the perfect target from imperfect tar get
All to write and get proper paid money from improper laid
It’s right so it keeps occurring and recurring every night

Learning more leads to earning more
A bard called an addict for poems
We pray for positive ray of glories from our negative stories to get the best card from the rest pad

WRITTEN BY Cynthia Maduekwe (CyanahPENBARD not bad)

Poems and Tales

DEAR GOD

Published

2 months ago

March 6, 2021

CyanahPEN

MY GOD

Chinwendu Chinonyerem Emmanuel(SYNW ALVAN and NSCW FINANCIAL SECRETARY) and Maduekwe Cynthia Chinenye (SYNW-UCC and NSCW FINANCIAL SECRETARY)

PRESENTS

.DUET ON THE TOPIC: *DEAR GOD!*

Death speaking in tongues,
As a flame of fire tongue
Waiting like a waiter to receive the glory of shame through men
For they act like hen
What will I gain gain from this question WHEN?
Where every huddles of beast has turned to a gist

I respect the voice of the wilderness,
For the desert has wildered away in my twinkle like a disappearance star
Waiting to see the moon in no avail of its angle
Calling the angEL of angLE
To stand for me in the darkest path
Pushing me away from the rocky parts

The big eye is at its centre of equilibrium
Having its measurement at the pendulum of the cambium
Recording the result as insult
For the innovations has turned to renovations
For I know I have a salvation that will take me to the sanctuary
The pad has turned to bad
For the hope is now in between the spoke of a bicycle

Reason me ohhh God
For my people are now dog
Trying to dodge from the dirge of the succors
Belittling the scorpion as a tiny beast of the breast
That will rest in the chest of the heavenly bed…

DEAR GOD!

It’s already March
Still waiting for the success story
Everything been tough
Everywhere is rough

DEAR GOD!
Results turns insults
The blacks lacks alot
The government has left us hanging
Anger revolves around

DEAR GOD!
Your daughter needs aids
It’s not our daughters getting AIDS
Boys takes their prides in exchange for papers
They lost their fortunes all to lust

DEAR GOD!
The sun race grace the son to hustle less
No matter our mistakes pardon us and bless
We appreciate your efforts and seek more efforts
Our past stories shouldn’t hurt the present and future

Written by #CyanahPEN & #Mr Rays