Biography of Johnny Psalm
On October 23rd,1994, in Ataskar, in Guinea, a couple, Mr and Mrs Psalm, was blessed, after three precedent baby girls, with a lovely and handsome baby boy, Johnny Psalm.
Johnny, being an exceptionally bright child, started talking at eight month old and began reading and spelling at the age of two through the influence of his elder sibling, his readiness to learn and brilliance, and the industriousness of his parents having noticed him.
His parents enrolled him in a popular, prestigious and very expensive school at the age of three, and at four he became the favorite of his class teacher who observed the spirit of genius in him and readiness to learn, and gave him double promotion three times for his excellent performance at school.
At the age of seven, his parents observed his zeal for writing and so they encouraged and critically examine his essay and short stories. His parents are very strict disciplinarian who shun indolence, therefore they enrolled their children in private tutor, purchasing literary works from different genres for the children who completely submitted their will to the direction of the their loving and caring parents.
At the age of eleven, Johnny won, in his first time to participate, an interschool essay competition for his school, and thereafter, received several more prizes to add more feathers to his cap.
He become a lover of poetry after reading some Shakespeare's works, and under the influence and studious absorption of biblical myth and poems, he published his two poems 'The Guinea Corn' and 'The Moonlight Eclipse' that centres on the bleak life of the peasants and that full of the Guinea philanthropist praise in the local magazine in Atazar, in Guinea, therefore he received much public and well favored acclaim, thus he attained public recognition and establishing himself in the field of writing.
At the age of thirteen, due to the public and rapid increase in the recognition, different publisher came up to hold a contract with him, thereby he published his first anthology, The Age of Pages, and it has appeared in various magazines,
He is currently among the popular and influential author and poet in his homeland.
Johnny Psalm's Works:
The Age of Pages, The Guinea Corn.
Johnny Psalm Poems
A Midnight Walk In Atazar....Sonnet
I marked the funeral pile of summer leaves, The headless stumps and fireflie fluttering the wings, The rustic spade captively stuck to the field. I picked the spade and glided down the glittering rills
The Journey Of The Great Ones
Almost every great one set off from the wood. Although slipped off many times from the stiles, The Faradays prepared through books. Hitting golden knowledge between the hammer and suffering.
Give Me Your Wisdom, Grandpa (Ballard)
There is smile spelt on the page of aged face; This face has seen the world in various page. The tiny skull is a shelter to primordial brain- The wisdom from the ancestral grace and plague.
It could be a bond of instinct once in a year, uniting us from hamlet heart, nook and crannies on same field.
The Trojan Horses
Copious auctioners, for the highest bidders, You will conceive pestles between your laps. Your dried tuft reed of Medussa hair, Cosmetic caskets, clawed fingers and perfumed air
No trace of acquaintance Till recent except the board and pad. She blinked her seductive screen With her framed hardware like a damsel,
The Art Of Writing
Just sit still and look beyond your vision, Conscious or unconscious, grab the Textures like pictures through recollection And apply the mental surgery you conceived.
The chilling night and the damp wind Would cause the palm frond swaying fingers To rise beyond its horizon as though It would pluck a star from the dome.
I'm Draconian in virtue and vices. A time will come, my lady that I Shall flood you in passion sweat when riding through your shore
Home Of Solitude
The wood is quite except rustling and rasping Of unknown feet trampling earthward dry leaves. No, no, no, no, the visitors are parting, From the market, earthward, to home beneath.
The Eyes Of Critics
A true legend is a target to seasonal blame and disgrace, Who suffered hold on crevices, meteor on earth. Fame is like a knotted garment though, In flimsy words I'll manage to lose the knot
Abiku: The Wasted Issue
The rainbow glimmers like marble stones, But the earth in flood of tearful woe. Valed mama's feet in accustomed graveyard. The ashes of your earth filled the backyard.
A True Friend With A True Mind.
I need a mirror to see A true friend who can sing My song and tell me when I'm wrong
My First And Final Wish
The rich man's barn isn't meant for me, So I don't slumber when cock crows early. Let's till the earth and clear the spring While others crush and dine and gossip.
A Visionary Reader
I've heard of visionary readers
Who keep their fingers crossed every time,
Who burn candles to make their future bright.
Who invest into time and reap from life.
I've heard of many claiming dreamers,
Who mostly sleep every day and night,
Who spare black hair for sleep, but work with grey hair at night
Who spend before the mirror their entire life.