Jovita Ekene

Laughter of Sir Vain

Jovita. Ekene

ESSAY ON CRITICISM: TO THE CONTEMPORARY

Alexander paused, now I may play

write not for a generous clap,

leaving behind an emotion felt

labyrinths isn't just a palm stamp,

"it is a mark of uniqueness"

All hands may look the same,

not all can point a pen

Knowing to read is not a knowing to write

"if assuredly you want a rhyme,

leave not its meaning behind"

He did it, she did it where is "I did it"

my Mentor once said, look not like me

be the me,my life never could see

Do you know all painters can't paint

forcing many words and burying your heart

can do you only non-good

to err is human, to forgive divine

I judge not a maester's lexicon

Only quiz my brow to the name "you can't"

Little learning I know, it's a dangerous thing

the beginning must learn,

pushing the end without freedom,

is same as "little learning"

Gifted is a man who pours his thought in words

even though not perfectly placed,

"define"you need, is in between

"Show me a man more perfect than poems,

and I will tell you a man who never write"

I hope to seeing a country never asleep,

perhaps much of a critic can cause so.

Condemn not the beginning by its steps

" I plea let it flow"...

Jovita Ekene.

LAUGHTER OF SIR VAIN - Jovita Ekene

The Ears hear the laughter of Sir Vain
and dance to it,
Even the Eyes have chosen black as her outfit,
Walking through the streets of captivated freedom
As though she had dined with late Shakespeare.

Feathers have been crowned kings

And acknowledged to fly to the moon
Perhaps the strength in him can't take him up the roof
But a dizzy-jaggy motion and directions denied.


Mr. rhetorical what is happening to me?
A glass of empty water they all share
Drinking endlessly and forever thirsty
I hope they return home
Not as the Elizabethan
Perhaps Genesis won't be much to ask


Sir vain has become the king of Babylon
I hope the vegetables will nourish his soul.
and make him to worship the crumbs
from the table of Solomon
and once again the knights of Proverb
Will rise their swords and forever dance
To the sound of his laughter

Jovita Ekene

THE HYPOTHETICAL MAN AND KING CONSCIOUS. - Jovita Ekene

Had Pharaoh known my King

He would not have followed Moses

Even the Capulets and the Montague

Had they known my King,

Romeo and Juliet would not have died

Said the hypothetical man

I walk the streets giving alms

I lend the maids helping hands

The blind see, feeling only

the shadows of my presence

Oh! King Conscious

This is my greatest dream

Mr. Hypothetical, was that your meditations

and I stood here like a realist

Listening to the fables of your imagination?

You know Pharaoh and you know Moses

But it's clear you know not yourself

Your ancestors served me

And hailed me immortal

You should be glad

That I'm your moonlight folktale aphysical

and here you're speaking in tongues

as though you know your King

I am King Conscious

The god of peace and equity

If I may ask Mr. Hypothetical

Where is your conscience?

Jovita Ekene

NOTES TO MENDE - Jovita Ekene

One

It was a boa noite of July

I could remember

how I stood bare before you

Like a canvas on an easel

Your cloudy hands let loose

And beautification rained upon me

two

Here in your Arena

My words are set on fire

and the ascending smoke

summoned the gods of Loudthovus

to vindicate me

Had I known you earlier

My words would not have slept

three

Looking into the alluring fire

behold

Sir Vain and the hypothetical man

Singing and dancing

and king Conscious at a corner

Sipping his raw poem majestically

four

Each time you puff that kindle perfume

Its fragrance takes over me

As though

I’m under the influence of baptism

never knew such harmless fire exists

five

I met Monsieur Google

He told me

Kindle is to awake

to arouse and to ignite

But he never got to mention your name

aaah Monsieur Google

iti bolibo

six

You aroused my imagination

seduced my fears and

crushed me positively

And now I feel like an evangelist

seven

I may be able to speak

Portuguese and Spanish

but if I have no Mende blood flowing in me

then you know, I never was here

'cause Mende, you kindle me

Until my scalp turns solomonious

Like that of a friend named Wole

I will never ever leave you, Mende

Jovita Ekene

EGO EREXIT - Jovita Ekene

I came to earth

Awakened every dawn

by the rumbling roar of sunrise

Life previsions denied

yet my legs keep laughing

my eyes keep looting off,

every nature's beauty,

they could behold

even my hands delight,

as they have learned

to bake a poetry pie

upon this stage infinitum

I know,

I am not much of a sorcerer

but I conjured Love,

and it defeated Hate

enchanted Pardon to slay Injury,

sacrificed the demi-darkness,

that it may never find its way

back to Light

I reckon

never been much of a Talker

much of a Baker

but knowing,

there's more beyond

who I am

what I have

what I can

I am raised.

Jovita Ekene

APTIORE COTIDIE BASIS - Jovita. Ekene

if only an Architect could gratify

   those roofs not of metals

     but a thought so unsullied

if only a mortal could decode

   a cord's code not of maternity

     but a thought decades sealed

       

if only Quantum understood

   those particles not an article

    conundrum wouldn't be a synonym

      to his theory

what is Human without body?

what is Universe without light?

  ' doesn't matter what you answer

unfathomable is the Base

    a "perfect thought"

     an "immortal glue"

      bond in all you can afford to see

       you and I, all of us, no exception.

Jovita. Ekene

The Ears hear the laughter of Sir Vain

    and dance to it

Even the Eyes have chosen black as her outfit

Walking through the streets

    of captivated freedom

As though she had dined

with late Shakespeare

Feathers have been crowned kings

An acknowledge to fly to the moon

Perhaps the strength in him

can't take him up the roof

But a dizzy-jaggy motions

And directions denied

Mr rhetorical what is happening to me?

A glass of empty water,they all share

Drinking endlessly and forever thirst

I hope they return home

Not as the Elizabethan

Perhaps Genesis won't be much to ask

Sir Vain has become the king of Babylon

I hope the vegetables will nourish his soul

And make him to worship the crumbs

    from the table of Solomon

And once again the knights of Proverb

Will raise their swords and forever dance

To the sounds of his laughter.

 ////////////////////////////////////////////////////// 

  The Hypothetical man and King Conscious.

Had Pharaoh known my King

He would not have followed Moses

Even the Capulets and the Montagues

Had they known my King

Romeo and Juliet would not have died

Said the Hypothetical man

I walk the streets giving alms

I lend the maids helping hands

The blind see feeling only

The shadows of my presence

Oh! King Conscious

This is my greatest dream

Mr hypothetical,was that your meditation

And I stood here like a realist

Listening to the fables of your imagination

You know Pharaoh and you know Moses

But it's clear you know not yourself

Your ancestors served me

And hailed me immortal

You should be glad

That I am your folktale aphysical

And here you are speaking in tongues

As though you know your King

I am King Conscious

god of peace and equity

If I may ask Mr hypothetical

where is your conscience?

 /////////////////////////////////////////////// 

 Have you ever tasted a raw Poem? 

It taste like freedom

It taste like an old wine

It taste like a mixture of coffee and honey

It taste like a romantic husband

  and a naggless wife

But bitter and sour to lovers of insanity

It is like scooping a spoonful of ice cream

You will always want more

Legends drink it every day

And never grow old

There are different recipes

In the home of every African

Recipe for reconstruction

Recipe for sanitation

Recipe for equity

What is your recipe?

Man never taste to thirst

But thirst to taste

If your skin cracks

And your nation droughts

Only a drop of raw poem

And you watch it restore

Like the heart of Tefiti

Have you ever tasted a raw Poem?

Aye to the

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Notes to Mende

One

It was a boa noite of July

I could remember

how I stood bare before you

Like a canvas on an easel

Your cloudy hands let loose

And beautification rained upon me

two

Here in your Arena

My words are set on fire

and the ascending smoke

summoned the gods of Loudthovus

to vindicate me

Had I known you earlier

My words would not have slept

three

Looking into the alluring fire

behold

Sir Vain and the hypothetical man

Singing and dancing

and king Conscious at a corner

Sipping his raw poem majestically

four

Each time you puff that kindle perfume

Its fragrance take over me

As though

Am under the influence of baptizing

never know such a harmless of a fire to exist

five

I met Monsieur Google

He told me

Kindle is to awake

to arouse and to ignite

But he never got to mention your name

aaah Monsieur Google

iti bolibo

six

You arouse my imagination

seduce my fears and

crushed me positively

And now I feel like an evangelist

seven

I may be able to speak

Portuguese and Spanish

but if I have no Mende blood flowing in me

then you know, I never was here

'cause Mende, you kindle me

Until my scalp turn solomonious

Like that of a friend named Wole

I will never ever leave you, Mende

 ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Ego erexit "I am raised"

' came to earth

awaken every dawn

by the rumbling roar of sunrise

life previsions denied

yet my legs keep laughing

my eyes keep looting off,

every nature's beauty,

it could behold

even my hands delite,

'cause it has learned

to bake a poetry pie

upon this stage infinitum

I know,

I'm not much of a sorcerer

but I conjured Love,

and it defeated Hate

enchanted Pardon to slay Injury,

sacrificed the demi-darkness,

that it may never find its way

back to Light

I reckon

never been much of a Talker

much of a Baker

but knowing,

there's more beyond

who I am

what I have

what I can

I am raised.

 ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

 Aptiore cotidie Basis "unfathomable base"

if only an Architect could gratify

   those roofs not of metals

     but a thought so unsullied

if only a mortal could decode

   a cord's code not of maternity

     but a thought decades sealed

       

if only Quantum understood

   those particles not an article

    conundrum wouldn't be a synonym

      to his theory

what is Human without body?

what is Universe without light?

  ' doesn't matter what you answer

unfathomable is the Base

    a "perfect thought"

     an "immortal glue"

      bond in all you can afford to see

       you and I, all of us, no exception.

 /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// 

Essay on criticism: the Contemporary

Alexander paused, now I may play

write not for a generous clap,

leaving behind an emotion felt

labyrinths isn't just a palm stamp,

"it is a mark of uniqueness"

All hands may look the same,

  not all can point a pen

Knowing to read is not a knowing to write

  "if assuredly you want a rhyme,

    leave not its meaning behind"

He did it, she did it where is "I did it"

my Mentor once said, look not like me

be the me,my life never could see

Do you know all painters can't paint

forcing many words and burying your heart

can do you only non-good

to err is human, to forgive divine

I judge not a maester's lexicon

Only quiz my brow to the name "you can't"

Little learning I know, it's a dangerous thing

the beginning must learn,

pushing the end without freedom,

is same as "little learning"

Gifted is a man who pours his thought in words

even though not perfectly placed,

   "define"you need, is in between

"Show me a man more perfect than poems,

  and I will tell you a man who never write"

I hope to seeing a country never asleep,

perhaps much of a critic can cause so.

Condemn not the beginning by its steps

" I plea let it flow"...