Biography of Johnson Nwaubani
Johnson arrived to the U.S.A from Africa in December 1988. He is currently a graduate school student in mental health, and a staff of Colorado Christian University. Published in many poetry anthologies, newspapers, journals, magazines, international poetry hall of fame, video and audio poetry documentaries, Johnson is a numerous award winning lyricist, poet, and composer of thirty songs.
Several awards include poet of the year, medallions, famous poets competition cash prize winner, and literary/ artistic excellence award-by American poetry awards (osprey Florida)
He is the author of over two-hundred poems, five fiction works, and the executive producer of a musical CD titled “Peace and Love”
Johnson was inspired by Dr Robert Zbeeb (known as father Andrew) A professor of literature at Emory University and Beulah Heights bible college.
Johnson Nwaubani Poems
Natures Best Grow In Pain
Who cheers the staggering cheetah's zest He is just a cub in pain Who says the mumbling clouds would rain When all we guess, is just a quest
At the throbbing sound of his heart, he found his beauty Along the lonely path of the strolling moon Lovely glow, intensed passion, brought showers of flowers Filling, and feeling the silent part of his creative world
The Champion In Your Heart
Dedicated to honorable Evander Holyfield (Boxing Heavyweight Champion of the World) The champion in your heart has reigned. The champion in your heart shall rain, with love for you we humbly hail,
Rose Of The Soil
Out of the dirt you crept up to be Out from the soil you rose up to be As green as all that is hacked without a blink
Altar Your Mask
Like a mediator, I saw the zealots paying homage to Jesus In the due of my sensational genuflection i leaned On the altar of worship. Classy mask of pure gold covered many faces
''soon, They Will Remember''
If the rose brags about her fragrance Will she forget the invisible wind? If the lion brags about his strength Will he shun the invisible air?
A Ruby On A Rubble
A look of rusticity was seen, as viewers passed by but no one hurtled All they saw was their vim, while a Ruby laid on a rubble.
Primrose path, oh! Primrose path- A path paved with the sword that dropped from Lucifer's right hand, when he in combat fell from heaven. A global absurd refuge that lures inquisitive minds to a vague thrill.
At the throbbing sound of his heart, he found his beauty
Along the lonely path of the strolling moon
Lovely glow, intensed passion, brought showers of flowers
Filling, and feeling the silent part of his creative world
The moonlike glow of his intensed desire
Battled with his forbidden dreams
A saintly dream of suitors
To pollinate her heart with normal vanities
A suavy dream of lotus