Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu Poems

The absolute reign of night lasts forever
And throbs from wet drums within lengthen its royal reign.
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Whenever seven dots appear on the hanging firth of the brook
We summon mercies upon our shattered dreams.
Just like the vagitus breaking forth the silence of a misted dawn,
We shall sit in orgies of prayers,
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Night,
Ageless and porous,
Sang screeches of fireflies of
Crescendo-diminuendo sparks.
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It is jungle hour,
This African day
And within the grey forests
Patterns of felinity.
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On this earth-stone they used to sit,
My ancestors, who possessed the laws of man,
Knew every secret of the earth,
Held fast to them,
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Symbols come with broken drums,
Drenched feathers and hung skeletons of sun-blanched umbrellas.
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Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
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It was all about a grim,
Foggy, smoggy, old Thursday night
In Hithergreen,
London’s belching south,
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This licence stems not from parrot language
But firmaglares have alighted the dark paths...

I tread with light.
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