MEMBIS GODWIN

MEMBIS GODWIN

MOTHER I HAVE CHOSEN POETRY_

Mother, my dear lovely Mother

From dawn you daily wish me well

Your prayers have been for me

Your love and care undoubtable

Now I have grown deeper voice

Support my Dream with smiles

Mother I have chosen Poetry

In her I have seen my own Star

Illuminating every part of Earth

I have found console in Poetry

Its beauty is overflowing in me

I can't control my passionate zeal

Oh Mother!, my dear lovely Mum

Support my Dream with smiles

I have found deep love in human

Eternal love have I seen in Poetry

I have found peace with Mortals

No peace as precious as Poetry

Every word of my lips is pure

Mother I have chosen Poetry

In her I have seen my own Star

Illuminating every part of Earth

Oh Mother!, my dear lovely Mum

Support my Dream with smiles.

WOULD YOU LOVE ME?

I have nothing to offer.

My lips are dry: no kisses,

My arms are too short

I can not hug your body_

Everything in me is dead

Just two things are alive:

My heart and poetry.

Would you take them and ask for nothing else?

Would you love me as I am?

Poetry is not a career

I make no dollar with it.

Would you love me

Without changing your clothes,

Without eating good meals,

Going to beautiful places;

And become as tiny as a pen?

would you love me the way I am?

I am a poet in search for love_

I need someone to care for my clouded heart

And if poetry fails to console me:

Someone who would.

Someone who would use her tears to bath me daily,

Someone who would manage me forever.

I am a poet in search for love,

Emotions and a shoulder

To rest my poor head on

Would you be my love

To give me pleasure of a woman

Would you love me the way I am?.

DEATH HATH DONE NOT MUCH

Thou arth at ease thine virtuous Queen

Betwixt Mortality and other we rest

The King is done I announce to thee!

Yes, I show no sympathy her Royal

And thy tears rolling is thy Will

Why then thus thou pump thy tears_

Doth thou envy his Highness's rest?

That from it thy tears thus begat.

Death a natural *phenomino is

He wanders from roof to roof

Picking just to make sorrow be

And if we cry: joy hath he to smile

Death hath done not much pain

Why maketh thee Death great feel?.

MEMBIS GODWIN

MEMBIS GODWIN a young Nigerian Poet born on January 15th 1999 I has won three International Poetry contest And has written over 500 poems most of which are published already.