The Swift Of The Light Rays (A Collection Of Poems)

2022 RAYS FOUNDATION HOUSE SECOND ANNIVERSARY WRITING PROJECT.
HELD ON 08TH DECEMBER 2022

EDITTED BY: CHINWENDU CHINONYEREM EMMANUEL (MR. RAYS)

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**DEDICATION**
This book is dedicated to those who found love in writing especially those that participated in the second writing anniversary organized by Rays Foundation House.

SELECTED SUBMITTED POEMS PUBLISHED BY OPINION NIGERIA

**DON’T DIE**
I may be able to handle a pen
But those inks mayn’t relief the pain.
I try to die only in the words
But I kept withering in the world.

“… I have been here all these while,
You could have come for a smile “
Never make the dead feel bad
Because you are a good bard.
Don’t make a spectacle of them
While you garner temporal fame.

Suicide is not an act of cowardice
It is a result of lies we tell our eyes,
Picture we paint in our minds,
And the life we see beyond this life.
Neither is it bravery,
It is the thin line life has placed as its border betwixt it and the other kind of life.

Don’t throw life a dice or coin of probability
Life wears life on its two faces.
It can give you a head to live
It can give you a tail to leave.

Don’t see life with the eyes of your situation.
It could appear a blurry beautifully big bad basement,
When it is obviously your only safe home.

Take a decision to live on this side
No matter how UNFAIR you THINK you are treated.

Life deals with us in varying degrees
But we reshape it with our decrees.
What we say forms what we force into being
What we see turns out to reform us.

Don’t die when you can conquer death in its prime
Don’t die, the world needs you more than you think.
© AmbassadorDaniel Amakor
Nigeria

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**THE WOUNDED SPARROW**
The wounded sparrow sits,
In the trees,
It was been shooted from hunter,
It is crying a lot,
With the pains,
Bloods are flowing,
With it’s wound,
It can’t stand,
It falls down in the ground,
I pick it and care it,
After some days it gets well,
As well as flies far,
Away towards it’s nest,
My heart and soul,
Becomes happier from doing such good works.
Nothing To Do
I have no aims,
No dreams,
Nothing to gain or lose,
No passion is remaining,
Inside me to do,
The new works,
I hope that I can’t win,
Or make by future bright,
By not working,
But I am compell,
To do nothing,
Every time I fail,
I fall down,
What to do,
Then I left to work,
No one motivates me,
No one cares and know,
My problems,
Are are standing to do,
Bully or to tease me,
So I don’t want to do anything,
I can’t make other,
Happier what to do,
Now nothing is left,
So I am depressed.
©Binod Dawadi
Nepal

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**ONE DUST**
With hearts weeping sorrowfully out of injustice,
Echoing sounds of bitterness,
cos the everyday unboxing no longer seem to
present pleasant tidings but
more of punches.
Search my heart if you will,
and you will see I’ve not come to end ties but to
drop lines for my, black
Jesus’s who never died on the cross but have
fulfilled the prophesy of
their reign.
For my illtreated racers who are kicked out
simply because they deal with
melanin brands.
I spread this love to my black breathrens and
beyond,
My africaners and dark covered brothers and
sisters in the midst of the
claimed to be white gods.
This is for my activist, freedom fighters, and anti-
racist I mean the likes
of Harriet Tubman, Mandela, Luther King,
Malcolm X, Rosa Parks and the rest.
This is in honour of Dion Johnson, George Floyd,
Yassin Mohamed and others,
The ones whose death have saved us and their
blood have helped us drank the
water of life.
The ones who fore-ran our way
And still still running not in vain,
Who have served us night and day making us see
light not in the skin of
others but within our heart.
I keep this for my generations yet unborn,
Centuries undiscovered,
Millenniums which will remain a mystery till this
present time becomes
history.
These words will time travel deep into the future
and still drop on the
hearts of humans not I-robots,
We will withness with our eyes
It will be our victory over this racing-virus which
has raced us apart and
made us forgotten that all bear the tittle
humans.
So I state this; I state this with all assurance and
maybe you can tag it
Dona Words law of unity and undeniable love,
You see one day we will all accede to the fact
that whether
Africa, Europe, Antarctica,
North and south America,
Asia or even Australia,
Black, white, yellow or any colour that comes to
our mind,
We will no longer be able to deny the fact that;
We are all one dust.
©Dona Words
Nigeria

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**SUICIDE**
I perch to this spot soliloquizing
Spied a knife as I immagined suicide
Glanced at a snapshot
Despised my existence
Confessed to myself that suicide halts hurts

Have got a reason to switch off the light, neglected in dark
Embracing my knife that is going to get_rid_of and consume my agony
As far as I am concerned, without doubt
People don’t care about my existence
For the first time in donkey’s years
In my judgement, I have control over myself, my thoughts

Babe, by the time you receive this
I will be d**d
I am killing myself
Because I can no longer live or bear the burden of falling in love again

I used the knife to pierce my skin
Allowing pints of blood to dash out
Discovered how slow I was dying, I slashed my skin again.
Suddenly, I buried the knife into my neck.
©Elijah Isola (Nigeria)

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**Million reflections of your voice**
In glands of your humility and your touch
Remember I can be Curator of your smile
through my words
In blending colors of your heart I found medallion
of frames of my shadows
through your soul
So please don’t hesitate in allowing me to kiss
ego of your ignorance
whenever I approach your heart with love
Not that I am rich but all I am can sustain your
life with positivity which
will bring you a secured lifestyle.
If I offended your emptied feelings let me nurture
what will make you
realize my love for you so love can be filled in
palms of your heart once
more
I’m eager to raise your senses with praises for
you to notice what your
beauty has done to my eyes
So will I be wrong to make you feel guilty of not
being mine?
©Nkadimeng Welcome (Love Pharmacist The Poet).
South Africa