Emmanuel Isuku Poems

In the village, all are safe and strong,
No noisy crowd, no hustling throng,
Flanked by jungles; so green in the sky,
Climbers and trees, low and high
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Achebe is not dead, he lives,
He is the breeze that cuddles the trees,
He is the sweet honey in fresh hives,
And the lights of the rising sun.
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My love for you is like the lovely breeze
That blows gently during evening tide- -
My love for you is like the fine hue
On the skin of a newly born child.
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Farewell coy lady, I leave you without pain,
You almost pushed me down everlasting drain,
For I've tried to supple your hardened heart,
And burn the viper's venom in you on hot hearth,
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Behold men of valour, mighty and the strong,
Venerated by monarchs, sophists and throng,
Resting on debilitated heads of the weak,
Their swords; so hard like the parrot's beak,
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O lord, help my poor waning soul,
Pray, let rain of strength bestow,
For I wade rivulets of dire pain,
Washing my wares, which sadness did stain.
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Be my princess, be my love,
Give me hope, give me life,
I shall lift you high above,
Take my heart and be my wife.
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The land has gone mournful in tears,
For your demise coated us with weary wares,
We're in pain! In ash and squalid rags,
O my string of joy vigorously sags.
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Our bus waded
The flood-criss-crossed road,
For several hours
In sheer disgust of a failed polity.
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