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WE WERE NO STRANGER

In this land, wide; the distance of heaven & earth Our Mother spilled blood on our head; rituals of birth. We were fondled on Nurse's arm, laughter filled the air as our first lacrimation sounds like a victory; a triumphant, over all hurdles & obstacles that lies parallel on our ways of life. The sun showers love on the lonely flowers and green grasses, stars of joy in our mothers eyes like fireflies, we go through evolution not the likes of darwin's theory of man evolving from Apes // We see the sun sets // Like tides of Pacific ocean.We watch the night welcome the moon; like the bright light that strikes the mountain when Moses demanded to see God // We are human-being calved by the Artist hands of God, not for death to find pleasure in our body, for this is our home & we are not strangers // We evolve from leaving in house build with palm trees to houses made of bricks // from babies we were nurtured into men who wear beards as recognition of knowledge and ageing//we transform from using hands to spoon and fork // we were no strangers like alien // We are no strangers.


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PREGNANT WIND

There are messages calved / in the whistling wind like the sounds of trumpets / across the ears
Words that are heavy / and uplifting to man, wind severe the trust / of thousand leaves from
her branches // littering it through / the faces of the land; a festival of lost
Wind question the night / revealing the face of the moon above the cloud / disturbs rain, howling,
drumming the roof, trembling the heart, creating noises that none demistfy its messages
It helps the boat sail / makes the ocean smile, wonderful wind that fan flowers
helps in reproduction / butterfly sucking on the fluid of flower / I marvel at the wonders of God,
It teaches that as soft as wind/ just as the speech of man // It impact is helpful to nature /
Unlike the raging storm // that destroys the beauty of nature / and cast terror in the heart of man.



Ariyo Ahmad is a Nigerian poet and art  lover who chose poetry has a great medium to express his feelings about life to save the world and make changes in human. He has his poem published by mad muse magazine, tealit press magazine, also his poem  accepted for publication in the forthcoming mixed-magazine publication. he loves reading and writing as his hobby.
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