Poetry

Marius Tudor

 

By

Micheal Ace

 

 

Lessons From Fame

 

 

Tonight

I am not a poet

But I shall write this poetry

Because I have my brain on my wrist

My mind ‘fived’ on my fingers

My eyes as board on my tongue

I have learnt some lies

And a sense

So read me in my poetic lie-sense

 

I have read a book

Titled ‘The chronicle of fame’

How fame becomes the sweet

On the tongues of infants

How fame becomes the gum

Between the bones of whores

How fame becomes the prayer

Inbetween the lips of hustlers

 

Fame is an old man

Who tells us tales those nights

But didn’t live long enough

To see us turn to tales ourselves

Fame is the name we say

Which won’t say our own names

Because the man who has fame

Is he who won’t know other’s names

 

Fame is pride

And the proud men

Grow wings to lose their arms

Fame is a poison

Which kills a man

Before he knows the spellings of his own death

So don’t quest for fame

If you don’t have another eyes

Another mind

And another life

 

Don’t quest for fame

If you want a life that needs silence

In S I L E N C E

Don’t quest for fame

If you don’t want noise

Beating out blood from the drums of your ears

Don’t quest for fame

If you haven’t learnt

The lessons of fame

 

Tonight

I am not a poet

But I shall write this poetry

Because I have my brain on my wrist

My mind ‘fived’ on my fingers

My eyes as board on my tongue

I have learnt some lies

And a sense

So read me in my poetic lie-sense

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silence

 

 

I have grown to become ear

Clinched to every walls

So I hear the silents ask

What is SILENCE?

 

What is silence?

In a world where a boy

Goes to her mother’s eyes

To fetch tears, dirty tears

What is silence?

In a world where a girl

Drives her father’s head

Recklessly, in regrets

 

I have grown to become ear

Clinched to every walls

So I hear the silents ask

What is SILENCE?

 

What is silence?

In a beautiful garden

Where the only man that sees

Is the one who watches the dead

What is silence?

In a God-blessed nation

Where everything that changes

Turn out to become strange

 

I have grown to become ear

Clinched to every walls

So I hear the silents ask

What is SILENCE?

 

What is silence?

When every day becomes dark

And parents put stones on fire

In readiness for dinner

What is silence?

When the man who writes this poem

Is he that always hear

Whenever silence speaks

 

I have grown to become ear

Clinched to every walls

So I hear the silents ask

What is SILENCE

 

Silence the elders say

Belongs to the wise man

Who knows what not to say

But silence I say

Belongs to every man

Who knows this change is strange

But believes in what the future says

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Micheal Ace

Micheal Ace is an African-born poet and writer who hails from  Osun State, Nigeria. He began his writing career professionally in the year 2012 with essays and articles and is currently the vice president of World Union of Poets-Nigeria Chapter. He is also the Founder and CEO at ACEworld.

He recently released an anthology “THEMANTHOLOGY OF NIGHT” alongside a poetry legend Funsho Richard of U.S.A. The thematic anthology successfully featured 50 poets all across the globe.

He believes in a self-muse which has always been the instigator behind his consistency: “The world is too complex for a pen to remain idle.