Saturday, January 1, 2022





How Time Flies


just yesterday

when our love came to stay,

we where young and free

and strongly full of glee.

love was in our eyes

and time before us lies.


on our routine spot

for our favorite sport

by the lake, throwing pebbles

and keeping strong and stable.

love is sweet

with whom your heart is with.


just yesterday!

our hairs has turned grey?

reflection from the lake

says there's not much left to take.

oh, how time flies,

right before our eyes.



Still I Rise


thrown overboard into the Atlantic,

meal for the aquatic.

a buoy; still I rise.


ripped from solace,

cast into furnace.

a gold; still I rise.


stripped of ego

to hide like gecko.

a star; still I rise.


flushed down history

to wallow in misery.

a diamond; still I rise.


grounded to dust,

left to rust.

a pyramid; still I rise.


thrown into flame

to be consumed by shame.

a Phoenix; I still rise.


cut to pieces

never to find where peace is.

A hydra; still I rise.


born of resilience

nurtured by pestilence.

An African; I still rise.




a wanderlust

forever lost

in life's maze

with wide gaze.


a seeker

made weaker

through miles

in search of smiles.


a stargazer?

a trailblazer?

to unravel confuse

follow dictates of the Muse.




FRANCIS OTOLE is a Nigerian born poet and academician. A member of the Association of Nigerian authors (ANA) and many other literary groups. He is an award-winning poet from the local and international scenes. Has been featured in magazines, journals, and anthologies;locally and internationally. He is a graduate of the prestigious Benue State University and a student of life. His hobby is reading and writing. He is married with two children


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