PEN PLANET

Angel of the Sunshine   On the road to a path, On the journey to a start, Let our voice be heard, Let it echos as the rain drop. On the part where the innocent dwell.. And the infants of others fell, Tell Mama, I'm no longer cold or shy, I've seen what she told in parables. On the part of a start, Or a path to a part to the part apart, Where lies were told front and back, In the cold of sunshine, I wonder if my hand were clean. If my shoes are my size, If I haven't impose destruction on a fat-high soil, Where our maze were plant to field guerillas. Angel of the sunshine, Where is the sunset? My mother once told me that I will never go blind, Even, if my eyes were plucked. She said I should see things from the inside, Not From the outside walls. I'm still on the same journey, To a path where we depart no more, Where history were past burnt into old memories of beautiful ashes, And vanished in the sky,  Like the angel of sunshine halt to dis-part. Olagunju Joshua 2021 poe

Why we need art Art, in its many forms, exists in every community, every culture, and every country. Art has been created since time began, evidenced in cave paintings and rock art, and in today’s world we know that art can be a major economic force, yet we continue to question the worth of art. Often I have heard someone dismiss a work of art by saying, “I could do that” or “I don’t understand it”. Perhaps not placing value on something that we ourselves could make or expecting things to be easily understood speaks to the loss of thoughtfulness and creativity in our world and only magnifies our need for the arts. Here are five reasons why I believe we need art: 1. Art is a Natural Human Behavior:  Creating art is a primal behavior. Children, the world over, instinctively make. Every culture has art. Like language and laughter, art is a fundamental human behavior. Put very simply, art is a part of who we are.   We need art because it makes us complete human beings . 2.  Art is Communic

AT THE DINNER Before the table, We gather ourselves to pray, We were praying And our eyes were closed Regardless of the dishes set before us, Unafraid of the light, still unborn. Our hands resting on our shoulders, Our body is vibrating and shaking, praying together with us. At a distance far away from our table, We heard a noise, Confusingly unknown. Our eyes were still closed and mouth still intact. Unafraid, Even if it was a pang of our conscience. We were still shaking and our hands still bound to each other in prayer. All of a sudden, we felt a touch on our arms, The touch was cold and warm, We opened our eyes and our hands were separated. And a great portent appeared in the cloud, The sun on a cloth and the moon under a feet. We heard a noise of a woman in her pangs of birth, And a dragon sabotaging.... The ancient serpent of the Eden's fate. Within a twinkle of an eye, We heard a loud noise, By the creatures with wings, beautiful and very tall. Rejoice oh heaven, The devil t