The Poetic Word

BY GLORIA O’KOYE In faith, Would the love that  gets publicly Professed be like Clanging cymbals when things don’t Go

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Heavenly bodies As vessels to nurture life. When giving birth means opening The gates of Elysium and

BY GLORIA O’KOYE If problems were so easy to be solved Why are they still happening? If creation provided all

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Dear children, Please don’t rush to grow up. Enjoy every single moment of your peace Free from

BY GLORIA O’KOYE The drums and songs have saved Generations from the turmoils of Cursed Lands filled with lost souls.

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Like eaglets preparing to fly Outgrowing the nest and its parents, There is always a time To

BY GLORIA OKOYE “I stand with the brothers and sisters out in Edmonton, for the incognito meeting about removing the

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Kingdoms built on community richness, Healing circles Medicinal humans, Have been undermined by the pages Of sacrificed

BY GLORIA O’KOYEE Every existence is like fingerprints, Snowflakes, Designs on leaves that have ever existed. Even similar to the

BY GLORIA O’KOYE A friend is an overused word Forced in the wrong places Way too many times.   Ancestral