Johnson Nwaubani

Clarkston, GA, USA

Born on Feb. 5, 1966 in Nigeria
C.M.S. Grammar School (High School) University of Jos, Nigeria
Beulah Heights College, Atlanta, Georgia, B.A. honors, Magna Cum Laude
Associate Teacher Diploma - E.T.T.A.
Graduate School - Student of Law and Theology
Written 210 poems, published in 10 anthologies.
A Novelist, Lyricist, Professional Songwriter, Distinguished Poet
1977, 1998 Editor's Choice Award (The National Library of Poetry)
Literary and Artistic Excellence Award (American Poetry Awards)
Poetic humor, superior talent award (Oxford Poetry Awards)
Diamond Homer Trophy (1998) - Famous Poets Award, Famous Poets, Hollywood, CA
Lifetime Member - songwriters club of America and several other poetry, musical and scholastic memberships.
Author of 3 children's books, 3 novels, and a poetry album.

Primrose Path

Primrose path, oh! Primrose path-
A path paved with the sword that dropped from Lucifer's right hand,
when he in combat fell from heaven.
A global absurd refuge that lures inquisitive minds to a vague thrill.
A fragrant rosy, green grass, smothered with Lucifer's charm.
A place where pain and sorrow incubates with joy.
A path where distorted hearts search for glamour that only vanity can offer
A place where illusive minds see the charm of eden.
A path where bees offer their honey comb with a smile.
A place where red roses fake the sweet smell of paradise.
A path where the sky displays a luscious moon that never ceases to lure
A place where the stars in the sky winks to lull a gull.
A path where sweet humming bees hum mourning songs.
A place filled with lively strength, and fashion that seems to display a taste for insanity
Your birds of paradise have captivated minds with the beauty only nature can give, but who listens to their whispers of sorrow.
Melodious echoes of woe, mocking and wooing thrilled doomed voices.
Empty heads racing to catch a rainbow in the valley, only to find it was just a reflection.
Eagle eyes who have failed to tell the difference between a mountain and clouds of mountains.
Grinning heroes, grinning to hide their soiled robe of guilt
That is primrose path! The primrose path!
Smooth and wide for all, but a path where no one is safe.

A Ruby On A Rubble

A look of rusticity was seen,
as viewers passed bye but no one hurtled
All they saw was their vim,
while a Ruby laid on a rubble.
They’ve all been there, but none has seen,
diggers dug deep but their eyes hurdled.
Still, a ruby laid to dare a sense so keen,
and leer minds so skilled to dawdle and tumble.
On a hovel she still laid before a team,
players with a mind that muddles and fumbles.
She waited for a smile that's pure and lovely,
and if the truth was never muzzled,
a Ruby on a rubble she laid,
but saw that no one puzzled.

The Champion In Your Heart
Dedicated to honorable Evander Holyfield (Boxing Heavyweight Champion of the World)

The champion in your heart has reigned.
The champion in our heart shall rain,
with love for you we humbly hail,
the champion in your heart to reign.

When throbbing heart clouds to wane,
what mortal man can stand to reign,
when rumbling mouths slants to gain,
what moral man can stand in fame.

When stumbling hearts stump to wane,
what cordial mind would be the same
when humble one mounts a name,
what coral life will sound in vain.

A test of love you passed in pain,
you showed a heart behind the game.

The champion in your heart has reigned,
The champion in your heart shall rain,
with love for you we humbly hail,
the champion in your heart to reign.