Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
Biography of 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 of Nigeria. I am indebted to God who created me with such talent and to my late uncle whom I called father, for being my earthly god to direct me. There is nothing that gives me joy more than piece of creativity. I act, I script write and as well direct. In fact these are my hobbies and I derive joy in them. I also love debate forum where intellectuals share like mind. I love to be called mad for the sake of creativity because he who is not mad can never be creative.
Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson's Works:
Though not published yet, I am working currently on five books now which are in the areas of motivational, philosophical, religious, historical and political.
Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson Poems
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.
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
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,
Tears Of The Moon
Sing me those songs of tears Let me dance upon the lyres of sorrow Mourning the lost passion of thy emotion With thy anguish dripping upin the rein of my heart
JOY in the heat of sorrow- the spirit| Cheerful, bold and courageously unshakeable; Always and ever enduring to that height of aspiration.
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-
The Bounty Beauty
BLISS of blessedness, the joy of my gladness. Be of my encounter with her so pretty- And the joy of my heart rings in happiness: That unto me she came; to gaze upon her beauty.
A Silent Walk At Night.
Silently out under the night With dark shades of glorious splendour- Pondering on the wonders of creation and Bidding fare to the daylight,
Shadows Of The Lily.
Rays of ornamental adonment flaunts my garden. With shadows of admiration.
Festival Of Fire
Fierce and fearful the rage.
I dare not open its page.
Lets i be held siege,
Under the authority of the unknown concierge.
But i tell of that celebration,
in time to come be a destruction.
Yet, a little while for purgation:
for then shall there be a separation.