PHOTO-POETRY (ISSUE 6)

PHOTO-POETRY (ISSUE 6)


Street Scene

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ON THE BOULEVARD OF SURVIVAL

By Joseph Olajuwon

On the boulevard of hustle and bustle,
Everyday people spontaneously flow with the poetry of life –
For survival! Sky-scraper of aims to mount, to catch affluence.
Dreams are movable! Whatever locomotive, destiny gifts:
Frail Napep at a cautioned speed, teased by the fingers of breeze;
Feet sauntering on; await no fleet of eminence’s car – no shortcut!

 


URBAN MADNESS

By Helen Gyigya

A day awoken in common realities
Of dreams in polished shoes
And in a sauntered boost
Motorists, cyclists ‘op an daun’
Fumes and perfumes combating space
Beauty and sights in wonder gaze

 


AT THE OTHER END

By Augustine Nwulia

At the other end

an early caller alighted from a tricycle

stood in admiration of the cold-calm street

with a fragrance of civility and ‘cosmopolitancy’

like a world of contradiction

offering an alfalfa plant with distinct fruit

 

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Market scene

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ÈRÒ OJÀ JALÓLÓ

By Mosobalaje Abimbola

hustles and bustles from here and there
give this and get that for your fend to meet
men and women with their working gears
upon a platform together they meet
a view superb and aura to bear
i, my pin-hole from my window’s high eye.

 

BELLY MARKET

By Aniebosi Anthony Collins

The market took all available space, sprawling like a mat.
Buyers for quality and sellers for profit did their math.
Mounds of grains and other foodstuffs adorned each stand,
Covered from harsh weather elements by high-raised parasols and brollys.
People occupied spaces densely; making their entry and exit.
Oh! How it crossed my mind that after the bustle at night –

It will seem a dead graveyard.

MARKET SQUARE OF LIFE

By Olajuwon Joseph

From the bewildered height of a bard’s reflections,
He casts his poetic cinematograph’s lens of insight –
With grey ray – on the market square of life…
Hubbubs of distractions plunge pilgrims’ minds into transactions.
On this shore of vanity, fidelity and integrity – massacred!
Forgetful? Though dusk beckons, mortals shun home-call of night.

 

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Awodiya Funke

Moderator, PIN Photo-Poetry Contest

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