I reason death in its glorious beauty
Like golden evening cloud
On a bright sunny day
...
Cry of any mother pierces the soul
Knowing her tenderness and love
Whosoever causes the flow of tears
Is worthy of incarceration.
...
Just like the cloud everywhere
You need not search anywhere
You need not even wait too long
To notice the village braggart
...
Early to work
Late to return
Family duties awaits to attend
I dare to write
...
The day after tomorrow
Is the son of tomorrow
The grand son of today
If we adhere to hereditary genetics
...
Sometimes the future looks so bleak
That with the two eyes open you see nothing good
All around challenges compound you about
That you wonder the possibility if any
...
She cared like no one
And no one ever loved like her
Each passing day brings the pain
Created by her void
...
Radiant is my face
When my pen began to flow again
Words form and rhyme.
The voice of my soul
...
Dear Poet Friends
When I breathe no more
This life so vain is gone
...
My spirit eyes
Contradicts the physical
It sees light
Where there is darkness
...
First day at work
In the magical 2020
When all must be perfect
We resumed with expectations
...
Reeks of alcohol
His body, his breath alike
Shabbily dressed and unkept
With speeches slurred and unclear
...
Only by inspiration
My pen is tasked to pen
Not of contest
Neither by force
...
Truth has a pulling magnetic force
That attracts enemies to self
Bearing attacks of fallacy
...
Met her three years back
Very quick, casual and unplanned
Little was said and no feelings shared
...
By deceit and coercion
Is the colonization first
By wilful submission
Is the colonization second
...
The Beauty Of Death
I reason death in its glorious beauty
Like golden evening cloud
On a bright sunny day
I think of death in its peaceful silence
Like "Otamiri" river
purling in moon-lit night
I ruminate death in its soulful rest
Devoid of dust
Like cool gentle evening breeze
I look toward death then
When the task is over
Much more toward
When satisfactorily accomplished
To wash my sticky hide of labour
In transparent river "Otamiri"
My frayed nerves calmed
In cool evening breeze
To take the deserved rest
In peaceful clouds of heaven
My portion of the Father
And Son through death.
(Saturday 14th March,1998,2.19 pm)
Thanks so much, Senior Poet Kingsley Egbukole for your comments on my poems. I appreciate.
Just wondering why do you do a poem as part 1, part 2 ect? Why not condense them into one poem?
A great Poet constant friend and supporter. Sorry. Trouble with site. I don't get notices when you publish or comment 2/8/20. Nor yours to mine, Miss you and Kostas and Fran and Sandra Feldman...
But inexhaustible From constant drawing Good imagery about continuous use of hope. Thanks for sharing.
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