Christian Tobechukwu Okafor
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Christian Tobechukwu Okafor Poems
Letter To My Rose (Part 1)
So down and weary I sojourn Seeking but a comfort dose To restore my dear strength out-worn And then met you this cool rose.
Pot Of Roses
O precious Rose, o creature pretty Bathed by the waters heavenly And polished by the sun so shiny
The Face Behind The Mask
It’s hidden; it is contorted. Its blown beauty but purported To be its lady’s sole comfort. But lo, she in it finds no fort.
The White Lily Of Heaven
Oh, white lily of heaven Whose created life enchants all With grace of life recreated. Crushed and defaced formerly,
The White Lily Of Heaven (Part 2)
There in his abode, the planter mooned Eyes scanning his first planted garden For a lily the apple footstooled To make of blest life a new garden.
The World's Delight
Like the comet of the sunset, Like the most read book in the shelves, Like the dissipating morn fog, Like the disappearing mirage,
A Journey With Love
Beholding the early rise I arise Feeling new life in my spirit so nice The waters of my belly gaily jogging The solemn airs of my lungs coolly humming
A Form With No Form (Poem On Nigeria's F...
In the beginning, was so dark Roaming three-sixty on no mark A form with no Genesis form Waving virginly with no storm.
What A Mystery Night!
What a mystery night of shalom! The radiant lone star of the night! The singing angels of the sky! The 'doring shepherds of the field!
Letter To My Eve (Part 1)
Pulses mercilessly racing; The feelings my breath so cuffing; Butterflies inside me giving; Bliss my destined freedom making.
Light In The Horizon
In the dark and shady tunnel we've been; A long, narrow space and shallow breathing; Palms sweaty, knees shaky, Pulse rapid, face clammy.
Hail, Oh Masquerades!
Hail thee, the head that bears our wisdom! Hail thee, the eyes that see our future! Hail thee, the mouth that utters our oracles! Hail thee, the face that mirrors our past!
Tiny egg in the soil most warm Fatted by the placenta form; Through the mother's chord watered; By the tough skin sun-shielded.
Tribute To Our Fathers
Black sheep son's father What a grief to be! Fool's teacher doth but Potsherds glues apiece.
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Letter To My Rose (Part 1)
So down and weary I sojourn
Seeking but a comfort dose
To restore my dear strength out-worn
And then met you this cool rose.
Your blossoming so menacing;
Your appeal so magical;
Your tissues my nose be breathing;
Now long I but your petal.
Just as I walk into your world
So blossom deep into mine
And keep me warm to face the storm
And in the rain keep me thine.
In your blest ovary bury me;
Wind-shield me with your petal;
Change all around me 'cause of me;
Hold me, keep me magical.
Your filament I vow not break
As I thrust ...