December 23, 2015 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Onawale Femi Simeon






The hand of the painter, moving here and there

Giving the paper a new destiny to bear

The ink enfolds the paper with loving care

Its perfection holds the eye in long stare


It speaks of what is: a reality

It tells tales of that which cannot be: a miracle

Tales which might never be till eternity

That reach the soul without obstacle


A work of Art that rolls drops of love down our eyes

That moulds the face to a smile, to shine with our teeth

And grips the heart to a tighten, to let out a sigh

Setting free that long lock away, and Our being starts to breathe.










My life is just for rent

For nothing of mine is truly mine

For it is on a mission I am sent

And while I have the time, i’ll save my nine


For truly my life is just for rent

It is not mine, but the porter’s thine

Only to him, will my head be bent

Strict adherence to his will, all will be fine


I was created with a genuine intent

And I shall live to its full reality

The porter’s power abides with me I shall not relent

For it is in this lies my eternal serenity


Daily do I arise leaving my tent

Smitten by the sun, cold in the rain

I shall bear even the worse of hell’s torment








Onawale Femi Simeon

Onawale Femi Simeon is a Nigerian writer with an unquenchable passion for short fiction and poetry.


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