Idols of chains Idols of chains, hanging down your round neck Perhaps I should call it chains of idols It all to me speaks a certain language Perhaps it is a language of symbol Chains, it is kingly and it is lordly It tells of who you are, if slave or royal It is the … Continue reading Idols of chain, dilligence, truth
Wake the king from his slumber The great black king is asleep Caught in a nightmare he never wanted to be He didn’t know he slept too deep When in his dreams he began to see Beneath the scope of his visions His eyes were wide open Aliens stole from his kingdom but He … Continue reading Wake up
Dawn in my country, Unlike the rising sun, Is from the North. It is like a dreamy sleep; A sleep full of dreams. You wake up, You think you have woken up But you realize again You have only just Woken from one of your numerous dreams. And even in this realization, You are still … Continue reading The Coming of Dawn
She snuggled me close to him When the room was nothing ,but dark Enmeshed in between swiveling tongues Every feeling enliven suddenly! Trending every print of his caress,as Kissing became stronger, Inside us fume with passion inferno.Hmm… Sweet! Sensation! Savour ! what a Sultry kiss to our starved souls!
she walks with hazy steps just to confuse all that walk her street with puffed dreams her low neck tops; low enough baring falling apples as fallen hopes on unclad chests her skimpy skirts revealing forlorn legs that mimic those in quest for truth which eludes the simple her shady face, lit up with colours … Continue reading The Ugly Seductress
Annihilate the thinking Perish the thoughts Bomb the feelings Destroy the urge I’ll never leave That’s for sure! Smell the lilies Clear off the frost Strike your shivering, Over some guts My love is waiting Till the moon is gone!
My children look for Every space or semblance Of any vacuums in my house And fill them up with Excited cries of “daddy!” They cling to me Like the branches of a tree And run around me The way pups do around a bitch. They are in my poetry drafts; In my plate of foofoo … Continue reading Fatherhood
For reasons unknown but slightly defined, There were the kills of a certain triumph, The spoils of man seeming vague through lustful eyes, Each wanting a taste of the evil that dwelt within, They looked for the depths and found nothing but narrow, Only leading to the path where gone becomes goner, Letting their sour … Continue reading Blanket, Masked And Shrouds
They work long into the night With alien plans they fix their sight They weaken honest works of might Like trojan horses they’re full of spite They want money the easy way They tease apart their victim’s gain With false stories they hide their case They work under a different face They come as lovers … Continue reading Trojan Horse
Nwajiugo Chidozie C. Before Today: I thought I would have wiped away your tears, Maybe by now your dream about me must have been real, That by now, you will look at my face and smile, at least that I am there, I thought by now I would have changed your old cloth box, Or … Continue reading Before Today
ODE TO MY SLEEPING FATHER I’ll sing a hymn to you, dear father, Who slept and now rests in the land of wonder Man of honour, O man of gold Endowed with the wisdom of times of old A priceless treasure you were to us Hence, dazed are we, by your sudden loss The … Continue reading Ode To My Sleeping Father
Revelation 13 18 A call for wisdom and understanding. Job 28 28 That wisdom is to have the fear of God And understanding is to abstain from evil. 28 and 28 multiplied and the added is 1 That is oneness between Job and Revelation With regards to wisdom And understanding. So because I need Wisdom … Continue reading Coded Verses
This Hour, on this very day Marks exactly a day and a half You left, and jilted my pranked heart away. I watched with a grim look As you anxiously jetted in wings of strong desire; In search for where the grass is greener Regardless , if it harbours a greener cobra. I bid you … Continue reading What didn’t kill me
We have brains We have grains But the lands lie hollow But the farms are fallow The pullets aren”t barren But who will raise the hens? Who will build their pens? Livestock survive on faint hope- their survivor is thin! No patient of job To fall down trees Young vertebrae ache, when they bury some … Continue reading Think Agric!
How many years will it take one to read a poem that has no end? A year? A decade? Century? I need an answer! At crossroad Where old wrappers meet, Where footprints from four different worlds intersect. I read, read and read Till my barren chin Finally evoke some milky white beard Till my … Continue reading A Poem Without End