Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
My name is Okronkwo Jackson Jonathan. I am from Afikpo North Local Government Area of Ebonyi State in Nigeria. I was born 31st December 1987. My passion for writing developed when I was 13. At 18 I wrote lots of works which covered various areas of poetry, drama and motivational novels. My art flows from what I call Reflection of Passion and more through inspiration. Most of My Poems are a pure reflection of passion while some of them serve as a message and also stand as a description of what is and what ought to be.
There is nothing that gives me more joy than when I pick my manuscripts to behold the works of Inspiration. I studied Philosophy in Madonna University Okija, Anambra State... more »
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Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson Poems
Who dare stand the face of thy effrontery The bolt of thy voice so gallant that Thy echoes deracinated the most burly mountain. Thou spread forth the windows of thy eyes
Song for the Poets
Thou art my chosen The mouthpiece of my prophecy Hand of my authority. Thy knowledgeous acumen
Made from man and to man brought, That he may appreciate and Like the others name. But; At the sight cried he, what a woe!
You are a treasure whose value cannot be measured. Your being, unique and incomparable. Like you, is no other; Oh mother.
Lurked in the lonely night, I groped like the blind in search of light Begging for a sight To ease the angst of my fright.
Ballad of Anguish II
Can I ever still believe there's true love... Yes! Who would now stand to convince me That out there is someone special who
Gently into the bright future I sway; Then I met her so fair on my way and To her beauty a gaze I never say nay. For In her I see the face of my Cinderella.
Reflection Of Passion
Gently on my way I sway- Suddenly came a gaze, Lost in the passion, I never say nay.
Journey To Haven
Wither shall we go and make our way? So slick and flick the movement dashing through in this strange thoroughfare. Thrown suddenly into existence,
And When the Storm is Over
And when the storm is over, I shall again rejoice; I shall again drink from the cup of my jubilation For my sorrow shall be no more
This life full of vanity, I so repine, When hopes run so pale and dark; Leaving the heart so deep soaked in pain, that The eyes agonized shower rain.
In that fusing power of imagination, I gesticulate into reality- Picturing the wonders of the coming future In which shall be the revelation of posterity.
Lost In The Trash
One order calls unto the world, from all and sundry in like- and from varying tongues came in one likeliness.
Clamber To Reality
Lost in wonder, I deign to imagine- What be it that maketh reality-
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Who dare stand the face of thy effrontery
The bolt of thy voice so gallant that
Thy echoes deracinated the most burly mountain.
Thou spread forth the windows of thy eyes
In thy immortal supremacy cast
Upon the mortal hearts of men
And over them watch with bailiwick.
To the righteous peace accord but
To the wicked you blow to chaff and sweep away
The cry of the innocent you allow no despair
And upon their oppressors you avenge
With the bolt of your anger you strike
Pulling down the wicked and wiping them off the earth's surface.
In thee is refuge found ...