Yiro Abari High

Yiro Abari High Poems

The seventh from a dozen
Is about to disappear
The head has gone far
Just the rear is near
...

Who holds your destiny?
You hold your destiny?
Open your eyes and see
You'll see your destiny
...

Originality is in all of us
If you grope around,
you'll feel the nose
...

The swathe of his trunk and limbs are:
Long, slim cylinders to the wrists,
Baggy prongs to the ankles
And a woolen barrel to the waist
...

So you've learned it
That habit
Of wedging a smoking straw
Against those lips
...

The Promise of Paradise

Satan stood on a platform
He preached a warped sermon
...

The proliferation of voices
The making of the wrong choices
Got me blinded
Got me spitting, brimstone and fire
...

Face of the nation
Hope of the nation
Over the years,
Reforming generations
...

Deep within the Caribbean wood
Before the world, he stood
He stood, he sang
Words that cut
...

We drum
To it, we wriggle and dance
It's said, we are the best,
That we are the greatest
...

Traveling across The Styx,
Is the only thing I find hard to fix
Even when a distant stranger dies
My mind grieves, my eyes cry
...

In the northeastern corner
Under a furious sun
We come against enemy guns
...

I stand here
And look over there
My reward, at the top of a hill
It‘s mine if I do the drill
...

I live in the outskirt of town
Sometimes it feels like being underground
I'll grapple with all the lines, ten overall
Yet, there's nothing, just left in the cold
...

Scary voices behind me
They speak to me of death
They speak to me of hate
...

Yiro Abari High Biography

Yiro was born, raised, educated and lives in Jos, Nigeria.)

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Goodbye August

The seventh from a dozen
Is about to disappear
The head has gone far
Just the rear is near
It means that you are next
Just behind the horizon

As you emerged I will watch
Oppressively
You will see hatred etched on my face
When you give you don't stop
It continues to drop
Everything comes to a standstill

You place a shroud in the sky
Eclipsing the brilliance, warm and
The beckoning of the sun
You are everywhere
There is nowhere to turn
Nowhere to run

The fields around gets shaved
Palms get swollen with sores
Eventually they give way
To thick, clumsy and defying blankets

The day of the iron man gets busier
The bellows blow more fiercely
The irons cry in anguish
The pounding of forging hammers
Intensifies
And the hot irons cry even louder

The grass gets lush
But the rush is only for the herds
Necks are bent
Like the spurs of a valley
Jaws are grinding and tails wagging

Then I hear the thunder
Coming from afar
I heave a sigh of relief
And look up to the skies
Saying thank you
For the time has come
To say Goodbye august

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There's always a sting before the honey.

A synonym is a word used when the other becomes too cheap or mundane.

Money buys a few things, but esteem buys everything.

I don't tell the truth because I know God is watching. I tell the truth because it removes a yoke from my heart. After that, I look into the clouds and see God smiling.

I don't tell the truth because I know God is watching. I tell the truth because it removes a yoke from my heart. After that, I look into the clouds and see God smiling.

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