An unnamed woman who wished to be known Though unknown still as the Scripture of the tale Told in gospel of Luke of a crowd, and the woman Who on the lookout, and to woo Jesus did wail “Blessed is the womb that bare there, And the paps which thou hast sucked.” Such gratuitous … Continue reading Woman Who Wooed Jesus
It’s yet another attack We want our sanity back Attention to this tension On my small television For this is diabolic And needs dialogic From East to South And West and North If you send, you will loose Even if you win, you lose! Ositadimma Amakeze
It was lively but now wrecked with sad tale So our voyage ended long before we set sail I saw it crystal in your eyes over the ocean The neglectful betrayal of your fake emotion You promised to take love to the Gold Coast But subtly switched modes like an old ghost … Continue reading Seduction
Don’t kill a man And say peace To his sons Nor expect bliss By silencing a man Who is not at peace Either ways is suicidal For his sons will battle And or his restless spirit The hunter is hunted His sons haunted By doom! ….doing this is pregnant like the arrangement of this poem. … Continue reading Sons of a dead Man
On the head lie secrecies On it too weak leaks reside Orifices of tongues and lips Are in pendulum of its tide But when the head is dead So many are yet to unearth Copious passwords ditched Knowledge still in the sheath The concupiscibles of mind Gobbets of concupiscence Convoluted or merely mild Hitherto would lose essence
Behold another fiery alarm Again in the Eden of Adam! We kill and are killed like Abel That the deaf can hear the bell The earth rises and is so angry Hungry for sanity and so wary We are crowded by the flood Wildfires grazing on our blood Why do you, Oh heat and wind Wind waters and flush our land In disembowelment of the earth In a cyclonic dishevel of death? Why, why are you so against us? With crises … Continue reading Earthrise
On you I muse through the night…. The passing scenes of time and tide Of which past ‘am presently turning Abstracted solely in future less aside As I progress so soberly from within On sacred seduction I strum this thirst As on you I’d muse through the night That at the crack of new dawn like mist I’d transit unto you in gradient of light You did seduce me Oh dear aesthetics! Like bird … Continue reading The Seductive Muse
Tang my heart now To the soul of pure song Attune my fingers once again To those spiritual strings Stream forth therefore Steams of notes And their dreams And feelings Like flames Close my eyes To see the sea of songs Whereof I dwell in the realm Of choicest Spirit like an eagle Soaring on … Continue reading Yearnings – a nostalgia
I‘d sing this anthem from my soul The title means, “God thinks on me” Though I may not ever know as I stroll Upon earth or ride the tide of the sea There are much of the unseen seen Benign or malignant each in its kind Yet, in every single passing scene He plans inexplicably … Continue reading Chinechere M – tʃi/nɛ/tʃɛ rɛ m/
Tribute to Mandela Nelson Mandela our papa One alone who is Madiba A pride of place in Xhosa Of your tribe in my Africa I’d thank you in vernacular I am an Igbo, “dalu imela!” And my name’s Ositadimma A name given by my father Thank you Mandela Africa loves you Madiba Get well soon Papa … Continue reading Nelson Mandela – a Tribute to Madiba
Send Syria no weapons That they may weep on Send her milk and corns So Heal her mind with fun And if peace’d costs much Let the world send in coins To crunch the ills that poach Would we wallow like wisteria On our own that we know bliss Hysteria would streak from Syria In … Continue reading HYSTERIA in SYRIA!
Achebeism – An Ode When a tree falls, the birds that made it their abode All scatter in the bush for when great things happen Like the death of a warrior, a retreat is swiftly made To put the war wares on anvils that would sharpen From the visions of the visionary to his mission Here, … Continue reading Achebeism: an Ode to Chinua
The bang that lashed and dangled off From atop to dash unto doom and ruin Of the habour of labour to puff Dreams and deeds down the drain That as it was then in Ramah Rachel’s brood by greed were gored Oh men, why toil with karma In this flimsy blissful world Yet a thousand … Continue reading Rubble of Bangladesh
Bura-Bari, it seems the frogs sing Calling attention to anthem of nature “Salute to Bori” too as put in a song For the croaking is their culture But you are not wrong my brother Night’s sleep should be rapture A blissful slumber with no bother So the feeling is right on the rupture … Continue reading Mediation
In the whole wide world Or World Wide Web if you like Kererenke is a song sung for Obi “Obi is a boy” of course we know But that does not mean He would never grow So, “Obi kererenke Obi…” Is an exhortation for feats Soldierlike expolits of a man Who has bushes of … Continue reading Kererenke!