Written by Editor

I wake up this morning
with a snippy cough on my throat
an overzealous light came up
The bulb rousing my eye socket
The mellowing music buzzing
from the black speaking box
Radiate my Hermitage room

The sole treads the cold earth
Progressing to feel the scrumpy break of the day
Gaze eye at the friendly sparking circlet
It’s modicum produces a boisterous blood

From a distance far away
Voices of choristers mellows into my ear
Harps and piano concerto with humorous drum kit
Echoes into my belly the abundance of Joy

Young breeze shadowing the cloud dark
ready to entertain the pompous heavenly tears
Picking prepared
the dirt and dust on the earth

I wear courage like shield
to tackle the strenuous activities
Man is to work
Heaven is to tears down rain
Fire it may tears
able not to seize my youthful enthusiast

I wear courage like shield
to spear-gun the commissioning God’s
my intense clamor can arouse the sleeping dragons
against the hazardous commissioning gods

He who has not seen the sea
Let him taste a salt stew
He who does not know fire
Let him watch a forest blaze
The season before rain sets in
He who does not know the poet
Let him listen to the footstep of words

My eyes are sharp pining moth
the void they Pierces and penetrates
blazing out surreptitious world
A mystic society of futility

My voice is bathed in the deepening blue
Mellowing flourish of the coasting stream
Echoing across the diluting moon
and breezing the stormy sea

I have woken up this morning with a note song in my throat
The chorus echoes across the world

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.