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EB FLIP CHALLENGE / 1ST ANTHOLOGY Page 1


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OUR SHOTS OF PO TRY

(16 TANKAS-12 TYBURNS- 8 TRIOLETS -4 RONDEAUS)

EDITED: LEONELL ECHA

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TABLE OF CONTENT

16 TANKAS

12 TYBURNS

8 TRIOLETS

4 RONDEAUS

Copyright © Ebartsorg 2016


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CONTRIBUTORS

1.

Agboola Damilola

2. Jennifer Dafwat

3.

Prudence Obadan-Enujiofor

4. Pizat Lepdung

5.

Onyinyechi Okpala

6. Rudolph Adidi

7. Ayoola Emmanuel

8.

Thomas Bot

9. Vera Bonny

10.

Daisy Odey

11. Sharon Olanrewaju

12.

Adeoye Adetoba

13. Victoria Aliyu

14. Anre John

15.

Oluwasegun Oriogun

16. Leonell Echa


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DEDICATION

To every poet, writer reader.


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16 TANKAS

THEME: EMPTY OLD MAN

Poet: Agboola Damilola

Free giver of self… Outside, sat and played his flute.Dark night after nightHe emptied out his bright lightVessel. Empty. Loud. Earth bound.

Poet: Jennifer Dafwat

Gathered at his graveThe village with wares from him

Bought. Borrowed. Received.

From him were all treasures got

Empty old man now asleep.

Poet: Prudence Obadan-Enujiofor

His wrinkled eyes spokeOf choices made yesterday

His days courted shame

His leaking thatched roof and hut

Resounded his misery.

Poet: Leonell Echa

On this broken leaf

Stood an ancient weary shedNo windows, no doors

Holes sent water through his walls

Shutting his eyes closed like doors.


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Poet: Thomas Bot

Smoking from his pot,

Eyes glued to the toddling sun.

Oh what squandered youth!

Death has been fair to his friendWhile he whirls this wilderness.

Poet: Vera Bonny

Stripes of binary

Scattered across feeble limbs

Grey gnawed age old fist

Too late to save dying dreams

Helpless he watched them wither.

Poet: Daisy OdeyWith milk, white wineI smother the pangs of regret.I fear i feel nothingAnd I fill with what I feelSings the drunk empty old man.

Poet: Sharon Olanrewaju

Under the moonlight,We dance round his lonely frame.His eyes dead as night,Wrinkles ringing untold pain.

Jail, we heard took him away.

Poet: Adeoye Adetoba

Eyes wizened with ageShrunken sights blurred over hope

Of dreams once sparkling

Now soused in pools of regrets

He stands empty and hollow.


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Poet: Victoria Aliyu

All, bear they jewelsFrom his wisdom, drew they wellsFull empty old manLeaving grave feeling cheatedShakes hands with death satisfied.

Poet: Anre John

Spay-striken old man

This mad sun has labored long

Stay beaten Grand dad

Sing that sad Saharan songThe fading vibes of your gong.

Poet: Oluwasegun Oriogun

Search for sad old tonguesIn the eyes of tired menIt is always sameMen will be filled with stories

As they approach their last breath.

12 TYBURNS

THEME: FAMILY

Poet: Agboola Dami

Randy

Sandy

Candy

Mandy

Family ties Randy, Sandy tight

Sibling love like Candy, Mandy, right


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Poet: Pizat Lepdung

Flowers

Powers

SuitedRooted

Blossom strong o flowers, powers seep

Family tree suited, rooted deep.


Breathing

Seedlings

Breeding

SiblingsFrom family, breathing seedlings groom

Society's breeding siblings, bloom

THEME: DREAMS

Poet: Rudolph Adidi

VeryScary

Eyrie

Airy

Why does it feel very scary here?

Sleeping is so eyrie, airy fear.

Poet: Emmanuel Ayoola

Sleeping

Leaving

Slipping

Spilling

His dreams, he is sleeping, leaving out

His mouth always slipping, spilling pout


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Poet: Onyinyechi Okpala

Blocking

Mocking

Locking

ShockingI in my thoughts, blocking, mocking mates

At my dream's door, locking, shocking hates

THEME: ATTACHMENT

Poet: Daisy Odey

Ageless

TirelessLoveless

Heartless

Coal red burns the ageless, tireless will

To thaw you, my loveless, heartless will.

Poet: Thomas Bot

Mothers

SmothersBothers

Brothers'

Our flaws and flings mothers smothers all

Healing her of bothers brothers' fall

Poet: Vera Bonny

Clinging

Cringing

BringingSinging

To love small hands clinging, cringing lot

Little hearts joy bringing, singing soft


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THEME: CHANGE

Poet: Adetoba Adeoye

Rumbling

MumblingTumbling

Grumbling

Shrill cries from the rumbling, mumbling sky

Change, it purges, tumbling, grumbling high.

Poet: Prudence Obadan- Enujiofor

Teeny

WeenyHealthy

Wealthy

Would you then stay teeny weeny or

Ride through fortune's healthy wealthy door?


Mildly

BlindlyIdly

Wildly

Amidst war, he mildly, blindly strived

Then in crime, he idly, wildly thrived.


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TRIOLETS

THEME: LIFE IS MY BIRTHRIGHT

Poet: Agboola Damilola

Life is my birthright

It's only right to live after my birth

Not until the forth night


Gifted by an angel dressed in white

I am not entitled to death


It's only right to live after my birth

Poet: Thomas Bot

Life is my birthright,

A right I sail turbulent tides to keep;

The snares of death, schemes of man and nature's tides.


Like a king guards his kingdom, I guard it with pride.

Death lurks, a nightmare, where life lays beautifully asleep.


A right I sail turbulent tides to keep.

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THEME: FORGET ME OLD FRIEND


Forget me old friend, I have done the same.

For times change and tides do falter,Hurting you was never my aim.

Forget me old friend, I have done the same.

Do curse me but move on, unashamed.

Now, learn to lean on a new shoulder.

Forget me old friend, I have done the same,

For times change and tides do falter.

Poet: Rudolph Adidi

Forget me old friend, if you do, these tales will hunt

As memories have created a past with light

Just let my story be the only one burnt,


Horrors of our companionship will crawl to taunt

When it comes, just make this poem your cite


As memories have created a past with light

THEME: PAIN CAN SAVE A MAN


Pain can save a man who was once a foolish child;

The myth of a successful, wise man.

For each stroke he received, and every slap dialed,

Pain can save a man who was once a foolish child.

He took caution from the scars on his body, roughly tiled,The fear of mama's rod, was the rise of this great man.

Pain can save a man who was once a foolish child,

The myth of a successful, wise man.


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Poet: Vera Bonny

Pain can save a man

Its strength to feed upon

From a perpetual ring of torture

Pain can save manIts cold hands to warmth nurture

When sour feelings maims his mind

Pain can save a man

Its strength to feed upon.

THEME: FAR FROM THE TREE

Poet: Prudence Obadan-Enujiofor

Far from the tree where dreams blossom

On a plane where feat and wit hold sway

Has life not taught thee to thrive above bottom?


Beware, its fruits may spring in foursome

Lo, dreams are daydreams without effort in play


On a plane where feat and wit hold sway


Far from the tree, the harvest sun is set

Over the hills, the sweet breeze blew

To the unfertile lands, drops of rain met

Far from the tree, the harvest sun is set

Wooing , winning and getting the best pet

Comes the season, cassia hills turn blue

Far from the tree, the harvest sun is setOver the hills, the sweet breeze blew.


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RONDEAUS


My demon! All night, always near.

Your consistent care, so sincere.

You make me cry, you make me mourn.

I hail thee now, most Able One!

Always here, my lost soul to tear.

Your whispers make me sink in fear.

You point me to my scar and sear.

Then the noose as my last option.

My demon!

Now I'm dead; have your greatest cheer!

But in the grave, it has come clear:

I never should have heard your scorn.I let you have the fight, you won.

I regret I held your words dear,

My demon.

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Ode to regret could not be this

When ink meets paper, call it bliss

The chemistry found, more than myth

Pure words come alive as they breatheTheir lips eclipse, call it a kiss

Do not push the man you like, miss

Cos he has no mansion of his

Soon, you'll begin to gnash your teeth

Ode to regret

Competition ends, not dismiss

Writing brain, thinking pen still isRules, regulations to write with

Every syllable is now pith.

If for the prize you have no piece,

Ode to regret


Ode to Regret, my love made sand

While heaven is a foreign landLove is a treasure not flower

And pleasure, it last just an hour

Obviously not my husband

Love is not for the strong, so sad

Ode to Regret, me like a lad

Love at first pours like a shower

Ode to Regret

Scepter, gold and Crown non I had

Still I stand with a lifted hand

Tired weak but I have the power

Like a lion, waiting to devour

My pride and glory he took, my bad

Ode to Regret.


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Poet: Thomas Bot

I'm the felodese who's slain

Time to feel the pangs of its pain

My folly brought night over dayMaking a beating heart decay

I cry my tears concealed in the rain

Our love was pregnant with good grain

Clumsy hands and heart let it wane

Now faced with price too dear to pay

I'm the felodese

I must hence find our groove againHow do I mend a spine so sprained?

Solemnly, now I kneel to pray

As love bows dead, no harvest day

We ploughed, it grew, there was no rain

I'm the felodese.


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CKNOWLEDGEMENT

Thanks to all the poets who took out time to be part of this exercise. If there

ever comes a time when it occurs to you to stop writing, that should be the timeyou should keep writing more than ever.

You guys have been great so far. We hope to work some more with you all.

We are poets, poetry is what we do.

Thanks.

EB

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