Biography of RazonAnny Justin
Razon-Anny Justin is a poet by persuasion, a Food Technologist and a Tutorial Chemist by Profession. He hails from the Oil inundated Southern Nigerian town of Uyo in Akwa Ibom State. He speaks Ibibio, Igbo and English.
#I_am_Poet_Razon; sought for, hand picked- like a Coral from the Shores of the Atlantic. Come with me, let's journey through the hearth; where, the works of my loom are illuminated by the Southern Cross, surrounded by walls of liberty and enmeshed in pods of self-realization. For I am the beauty of the South- in poetry, rhyme and wordplay; in lyrics and other literary forms.
RazonAnny Justin Poems
If...........(Not For Christ)
IF ….. If maidens never saw angels Who uttered love, wreaked vengeance
I. From my abode of Dangerous Safety I counted as they filled the market, at midnight One, the other and yet another
CHARIS... Divine Grace from God Grace to function effectively Through the strength of Him in Me
With a Dribbling Pen and a Fertile Pad My Poesy burst Walls, My Eid thought were Hard And as I maul through them Wordplay like Cheese I moan 'Practice Sets them Words- clear at Ease.
Above; No race over time, heads of subtle clouds chasing translucent tails of others, blindly No splits of electric sparks, lightening from mountain crags
Give me Time and let me Learn My Name to Carve on rocks of Fame That when to Hades I finally Bow My yesterday dead, shall tomorrow Know
It couldn’t be my Place I’m rooted in a very peculiar Land And my stump is buried in the valley of Palms Where oil and nut, straw and husk, wine even
Ad Spirare' (To Breathe)
As I roll back my ecto- energy Yea! My being settles on a ray of Beauty Why? My Soul, thoughts thou of Eternity Thoughts that uplift thee to the light
To Light, Life and Continuity Of Nature enmeshed in the morn’s Virginity To those who in dreams transcend Beauty Of extravagance wrapped in the night’s duty
Last Words (Words Of Gold)
Son, when my Soul to Hades fade The glory of years afore Qich memories of escapades In a world that's old and sore
I have lost once The cherished serenity of hearts-fond Gradually overthrown by an odd craving To payback or recover a lost pride
A call was made From Equatorial Mangroves through miles of fibre At one end, d'Tropical Sun setting Within, d'Turmoil in his Soul settling
I won't cry Lest tears erode the glaze off my gleaming Face How could I betray my pain Let them see the Mammoth of my losses
Through a crawling horror of Blackness Dews from leaves sizzling on scorched skin Those sworn-words echoing As they haphazardly tumble-out of his singed lips
I won't cry
Lest tears erode the glaze off my gleaming Face
How could I betray my pain
Let them see the Mammoth of my losses
I dare not tell them
Of my Big Chicken-hearted Brothers
Who could broker War on the Tables of Power
But they say nothing
So I ask, 'Who am I to say anything'?