Martins Akhoeneto
Martins Akhoeneto Poems
Homecoming was fun, awesome
But now so tiring and worrisome
In the year when trees made music.
Radiating the grandeur of glorious heaven.
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I knew you when the morning wore no mask of gold,
When dreams were stitched by hands both humble, brave, and bold.
Before the weight of wealth could bend the human heart,
Before proud walls were built to keep old friends apart.
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Falling tears, like leaves in seasons
For how many more years
Shall you shed those tears,
All for memories beyond reasons
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Year in, year out you come
In great delusion, an epic interest
Packed in vans of delusive saboteurs,
With pledges, both milk and in honeycomb
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A time will come,
Real shall it become,
A day of dry rains
Against your early bargains.
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Black nights, blindfolded to heaven
Anchored beneath, a steel hell
Everything ill deed is given
A crescent moon bade farewell,
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Fly away O! Egrets
In a myriad of beaut design
Brighten up the blue skies
In great clusters of whites.
...
When gold wears stolen wings, the truth walks slow,
Yet honest seeds still wait their time to grow.
The books we bore now seem like empty stone,
While fraud builds thrones it never truly owns.
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The lamp of learning burned through countless nights,
Yet false-made stars now steal the morning's lights.
We climbed through books with faith as our reward,
While crooked roads have crowned the faithless lord.
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You were the first sunrise my eyes ever knew,
the quiet mountain on whose shoulders my tomorrow learned to stand.
Your palms were maps of broken seasons,
yet they blossomed into bread before our hunger could speak.
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I was not born carrying sorrow.
It found me slowly,
like dust settling on the shoulders
of a child too young to know
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You will never know
How many smiles have buried
A thousand silent aches;
How many unseen floods
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He came with oil, not water,
To feed old flames that never warmed my home.
Behind my back he built a courthouse;
Before my face he wore a friend's name.
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They crown the wolf and chain the lamb,
Then call the wound a noble psalm;
The market weighs with crooked scale,
Where honest breath is priced too frail.
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You will never know how many smiles,
And how many aches that piles
Down within; in flooded tears
As memories awaken, - of barred years.
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You said she was down to earth
Mannerly bright and free from graven dirt,
You lied, yes! you lied
Because she's brimful of hidden flaws,
...
in the heat of torture
craving it's soothing peace
can I for once find savour
with this forbidden past?
...
you came to me again
now and each night with a heavy face,
yet each time of your visit
I seem to be deaf and unrepenting
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Years of cheers, coming often,
May we see in these years
Always and in mind solace.
Yet, seem scattered in the mind
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Martins Akhoeneto Biography
Martins Akhoeneto Martins Akhoeneto (born 23 May, mid-1980s) is a Nigerian medical professional, writer, poet, and health educator from Agenebode, in Etsako East Local Government Area, Edo State, Nigeria. He is recognized for combining medicine, literature, and public health advocacy, with much of his work exploring themes of family, social justice, morality, patriotism, and the human condition. Early Life and Education Martins Akhoeneto was born on 23 May in the mid-1980s in Agenebode, Edo State, Nigeria. He attended Delta State University, Abraka, where he obtained a bachelor's degree in Biomedical Technology/Medical Physiology. His academic background in the medical sciences has significantly influenced his career in health education and medical advocacy. Career Akhoeneto has built a career in the medical field while also establishing himself as a literary figure. As a health educator and medical advocate, he is committed to promoting public awareness on disease prevention, healthy living, and community health through educational campaigns and publications. Alongside his medical career, he has gained recognition as a poet and writer. His works often address social inequality, national identity, love, grief, faith, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. His writing is characterized by vivid imagery, emotional depth, and reflective social commentary. Literary Works Akhoeneto is the author of several poems, including: - The Paint - Olivia, My Beloved - The Man Who Taught the Earth My Name - Death at a Funeral - Elegy for a Dying Nation - Until My Daughters Return - When Gold Forgot Its Name His poetry has been noted for its emotional resonance and exploration of personal and societal experiences. Writing Style and Philosophy Akhoeneto's literary philosophy emphasizes the transformative power of language. He believes that 'the greatest weapon of the human mind is words, not swords, ' a principle reflected throughout his poetry and public writings. His works frequently advocate compassion, justice, integrity, and peaceful dialogue over violence and conflict. Personal Life Known for his approachable and compassionate personality, Akhoeneto has been described as friendly, thoughtful, and deeply emotional. His personal experiences, professional background, and commitment to humanitarian values continue to shape both his literary and medical contributions.)
The Best Poem Of Martins Akhoeneto
Homecoming
Homecoming was fun, awesome
But now so tiring and worrisome
In the year when trees made music.
Radiating the grandeur of glorious heaven.
And the world began in my father's yard
Now the old man is an expectant
Boast of his sweat and gains
Now life had traveled back to town
And the place of solace, turn boredom
The farms are outgrown by spear grasses
These few years of my treasure hunt.
Joy of communal call faints and died
Not as the very youthful days
When the strong feet of mum and dad
Were still planted on this earth.
Martins Akhoeneto Comments
Martins Akhoeneto Quotes
Poetry is the language of the mind, expressed in lines of diversity.
'Words outlive monuments. They preserve memories, challenge injustice, inspire hope, and remind humanity of its shared soul.'
'Some homes are built with bricks; others are rebuilt every day with memory.'
'A poet does not escape pain; he teaches pain how to speak without losing its humanity.'
'The loudest victories are often celebrated by history, but the quietest battles are remembered by poetry.'
'When truth is denied a throne, it finds refuge in a poem.'
'The deepest scars are not always written on the skin; many are hidden between unfinished verses.'
'A nation begins to die the day its conscience becomes more expensive than its comfort.'
'Even when the road forgets your footprints, let your character remember where you have been.'
'Hope is the stubborn seed that grows in the ashes of every broken dream.'
'I write not because the world listens, but because silence deserves a worthy opponent.'
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