Friendship | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 275: FRIENDSHIP A boy asks his father what friendship meansFather heaves a sigh and say to him: A friend sees the first tearand worries why, who and what.A friend would gauge your fear,But shouldn’t a friend worth more? A true friend catches the second tearand vows to hit whoever made you cry.A true friend […]

Doors And Walls | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 261: DOORS AND WALLSIncoming and outgoing,cabbage and garbage,everything and anything,ever swinging on dry hingesto let out and let in:doors But son, you’re a wall Firm standing and unshaken,Deep rooted and unwavering,Push or pull,Sunshine or dew. Don’t envy the door All may seem wellIn the gleeful pretentious swinging;But he who stands firmShall live above existing. […]

Father, Son | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 166: FATHER, SON. When a father gives to his son, both laugh. When a son gives to his father, both cry. So says some ancient writer,  and I don’t know why. Could be tears of joy because father is joyous, his son is become the blessing he dreamt of. Could be tears of joy […]

Letter To My Son

Dear Son Try to forget that nothing waits in the dark, raise your shoulder high wave off the frea and step into that lane. Won’t you rather be gone in there than stay out here playing the coward? Get up now, son everyone falls. #Pengician #SSA http://bit.ly/2haEhoj