Uwakwe Uchechkwu

The sun rises each day with a loud cry
hidden under her beaming rays
She looks forth for the remains of her cousins, sighs and nods in anguish
And asks through the voice of her messengers,
...

There is a path like the odd street corner
Where dreams flutter like papers
When touched by the wild wind,
Maddened as they dance about their waists like they do in belly dance
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There seems to be a train somewhere here on this wheel of life
It comes once in a lifetime
And you get to see it once
You leave and never get to see what happens behind
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At times
I saddle my horse, mount on it
and ride
away into the dark in a swift
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Fear the poet...
'cause he'll make the papers bleed

Fear the poet...
...

It did came...
Under the boughs of September (the month whom i hold dearest) ,
A dream came to me amid the grave night.
It sprout a rose under my lame pillow
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Maturity, a cunny fellow carves her room amid the loins of humanity,
in the era of life and the councel of time.
Hostile like the faceless wind
She makes her presence known with very little a deed.
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Dizzy, the city grows at the onset of night.
Cars disappear from the highways
Like vampires do at the slightest flicker of light
And fagged souls drag their feets.
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I.
He seats confused in solitude
His hand he dips in
And out comes an old ear phone,
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Missiles for breakfast,
Gun roars for lunch
Shells for supper
Grenades for bath
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Mocking birds, flying by mocks her,
They taunt Lady Sky, jeering at her large toes.
The sky frowns at the silly jokes of the passing birds,
Hurt, she cries.
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A few we've seen, a thousand we've lost,
Memories pouring out, are these the cost?
And all it seems is but a piece of nightmare within my head,
It seems the living here are the dead
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Though i wonder why i wonder about this wonder,
Yet i ponder

Of what image shall my lover poetry bear
...

I and they, we live in a storey
building
with heaven over us
to keep safe our treasures in the safelocks
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At 12.00am
Temperature falls to twelve degree celcius
Night's sister, the moon is almost done
with her part-time job
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Love has it's way
love has it's way of turning every lover into a sparrow and a singer
each tweeting love songs
each in a poet's spirit
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Under a pale sky
maimed by 'innocent vultures', her sons
The scavengers and devourers in wait for the loot
My creditor; hunger comes, knocks and ransacks
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A long time ago
The seasons drew near
And the soil became fertile
for a new planting period.
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Play a lute
Oh my beloved
That I may be drunk
And go dizzy in your lullaby
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Sitting on my couch
In search for a reason to keep the paddle moving on,
On this great sea of life
Knowing that a time will come when my train will roar, miles nearby
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