When I depart the realm of the terrestrial for the splendour of the celestial, do not bury my remains in the valley of the Kings, for robbers would move my bones in search of gold rings. I detest sharing the glory of the blue-bloods with them in death, but I would like my moulded clay buried in the worm-infested Earth; where it would nourish both worm and field, and help moisture give life to mother earth’s withered yield.
Joseph Ogbonna is a prolific Nigerian poet.Hewas born on the 1st of may 1975 in the Nigerian commercial capital of Lagos.He has published two volumes of poetry and a novel, currently on sale in Amazon, Barnes and noble, authorhouse and other bookshops around the World.Joseph is a lover of classical music and opera, and loves to read the Bible and literary works of metaphysical poets.He resides in Enugu, South-East Nigeria
Dark and sinister rain befalling us I know something is wrong, I can feel it in my bones, Catastrophic endless fountain of blood, But faith refuses to panic at all… I will go to my grave as a soldier of
I walk past the old football field, empty, no gladiators, no cheering crowds. PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM WAY BACK! Just echoes of the games once played. Just memories of those standing, watching the turmoil on the
People with greed and selfishness rule this world of umpteen wonder The one who burns within himself for not digesting the prosperity of the other is recognised as a good Human being Living for oneself is not living at all
Just as long ‘We are’, together Let us tickle, Let the mind run utterly fickle. Let’s run into the sheer wild, And not let anything be absolute mild. Let’s indulge onto the fantasy spree, And let our almanac be far