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About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.

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Posted on November 7, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Life may not be fair Amongst this uneven world.   Being at odds with everything That turns out to be nothing.   Becoming discontented by what we’re not While compensated by what we’ve got.   Preparing ourselves for any tale … Continue reading →

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The Power and the Power

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

There’s those who want to fix the world And those who’re fixing the world. There’s those who buy it And those who don’t buy it. Commemorating the suit, Not those in the soot With the world on their shoulders And … Continue reading →

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Cursed love

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Elixir, the begetter of a merchant’s fortune Music of love, an expired tune Whisky, the comforter of a broken heart While memories spurn to depart   Actions are slow and quiet Thoughts unable to kick the bucket Roses wither alongside … Continue reading →

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Unhappy Endings

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Unwanted pregnancies bewildered by untamed penises Conclusions render hope of conceiving babies Blanketed, misfortuned skin toned in worthy appearance And bewitching dreams blemished by disparaging reality   Scepticism of mind on elusive presence of love Despairing hearts provoked upon waiting … Continue reading →

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Magnificent Sight

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Fireflies in the night Moving towards the moonlight Magnificent sight Emmanuel Akor

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Ode to Punica Granatum

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

I As I carve into you I’m reminded of Holy Wars This drought-tolerant beauty. Your thick skin around your core like faces cracked from the sun Your white, astringent pulp, powers the Ayurveda system warding off disease. Your seeds, purple … Continue reading →

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A Chateau of Bums and Drags

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Like a wildflower the people here are hard-workers but show no improvement. The constant chatter, the defining noise It seems they come and go just like weeds. They don’t die, or fade with the wind. They can be like flies … Continue reading →

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A Strange Confabulation

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

I ponder heavily, My pen lies in Assiduous wait, Its nib protruding Like fangs unleashed.   Strenuous contemplation takes over. ‘I am master of myself’, I thunder. Why then, does my slave-engineered brain Refuse to create?   Thoughts, ideas, impressions … Continue reading →

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Gravitating Conundrums

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

She linked her fingers to his, While walking down the Smoke-filled street. He let her clutch them, Bristling slightly, involuntarily. The lurid streetlights Glared askance at the Dark silhouettes Presenting an optical illusion, Appearing to merge into one. They spoke … Continue reading →

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A Woman in Her Prime

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

She knows the law But broke the love Into unfixable pieces With those mean words In the month of September In an ember temper I guess I vividly remember   I could feel it, The world was crumbling Crumbling and … Continue reading →

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