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The Devil Has No Horns

In Simple words
The devil has no horns
She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings 
She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali
She lives on Babbit lane, and reads Currer Bell
She loves Billy Joel, “we didn’t start the fire”
She eats at the Lothario Restaurant

In Simple words 
Her lips are hot, like a furnace for Prufrock
Her hips collapse both ways, like Cassandra
She drinks Starnbergersee, the Kingly Brand
She is full of images that kill honchos
When you see Aphrodite, don’t look at her
Total comeuppance

In Simple words
She is Lady Macbeth, ask Shakespeare
She is Estella, Concoction of expectations
She is Milady De Winter, Dumas Doomsday
She is Carmilla of Carmilla, talk to Sheridan Le Fanu
She is Gillian's Amy Dunne, Downright evil
She is Gaiman's callous Coraline, stone and cold
La Belle Dame Sans Merci

In Simple words
The Egyptian Book of the Dead lives
The Epitaphs are scratched by pussy cats
Brazen with macabre fingerprints
Odysseus wept, Circe and Calypso Left
Boewulf is gone, His Angeline is Jolly
Gilgamesh and Enkidu perished
Samson of Delilah, Adam of Eden
Othello of Desdemona, Urshu of the Gods
And in my countryside village
An innocent Boy called Egekone Bori




Notes: Apart from Smaug a rich fictional character in the film, "Lord of the Rings", the images are drawn from literature and mythology: Svengali is a fictitious Man with hypnotic power found in George du Mauriels romantic novel, "Trilby"; El Dorado is known for its imagined wealth; Babbit is Sinclair Lewis's materialistic character; Currer Bell was pen name to allow the publication of Charllotte Bronte; "we didnt start the fire" is a song by Billy Joel; Lothario is the seductive woman in "The Fair Penitent", by Nicholas Rowe; Prufrock is a confused character in T.S Eliot's poem "The love Song of J Alfred Prufrock." Aphrodite is the famous peculiar yet cantankerous goddess. The 3rd stanza focuses on some of the most evil characters in literature known to me and of course "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" is the outright reference to John Keats merciless girl). In the fourth stanza, I have drawn from the "Egyptian Book of the Dead"; Also remember Angeline Jole, the female evil one in "Boewulf"; the "Epic of Gilgamesh"; and Shakespeare's Othello. Urshu is the god who dies though he resurrects in the deus ex machina applied in the famous movie, "The Gods of Egypt". "Egekone Bori" is an Expression among the Abagusii in Western dwelling of Kenya that means "the strange one"

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In Between, Silence

The oath spilled over my lips
If you hurt me, said she 
I will never forgive you!
No, it was not the words
Probably the pose, or the voice
Or was it the silence between?
But there was power, and I swore
A daunting spirit 

In Between, Silence!

Today, I awoke to the mocking bard
I am sorry, said she
Forgive me, forget me
It was the words, no pose, no voice
And the sinful silence aside,
There was power in the words
The daunting spirit.

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For Carlos Fuentes

What shames death, more than a man who refuses to die once born?
So much so that when death claims, the aim is unknown, 
When the frame lies down and the words simmer, who, the winner?
With more life than Death can take; Never blink-
Into earth goes a Man we will unearth life on end!

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Will You Marry Me

I am different 
Totally different from the ordinary liars
Who promise west and take you east
I am honest, sweet heart
When I shall choke you 
And strike your face
With a sucker punch
To see your eyes pop out 
Like a Halloween pizza, sugar plum
Baby, I will take responsibility, I will
When I shall ambush you and cut your face
Honey pie, I will pay the doctor's bill 
For every pint of blood to stain my hands
Sweet Sugar, I will say sorry, sweety
For all the broken limbs I shall scatter
Darling, I will seek them and return them
When I shall throw you down the balcony
My Love! 
I will run down the stairs and pick your body
Sweet Heart, while at it, if you die
I will write your epitaph
My Words of undying Love
Great poetry the world will marvel
And you will live to remember
Angel of God, I’m down on bended knee
You are my everything
Can’t go on without you
Will you marry me?

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Eulogy For Wangari Maathai

Wangari Maathai is not dead 
I roll back my tear
Peer from my window
Deep the grooming forest

Switch off my radio
Tear the headline
I refuse the epitaph
I write no word

Her monument must sprout 
Beyond the canopy
She died to defend

Let Wangari not die
Mother of mother nature
Where she lives!

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When I Closed My Eyes

And I ask you again
Though you never listen
Not to ask me again
To close my eyes, darling and wait
Because I lose you, and I ache or burn or both or not!
I do not know, my love, but gasp in the rib
For that moment, I’m lost
And when I open my eyes
To find you splashing your smile
Stunned, I start too far
To nudge you and urge you
To search me and touch me
Like I started, when we started
That beginning of ours
A fresh love and you’re too new
I fought you with desperate eyes
I fought my tears but not my fears
I fought my peers, for you my dear
I fought. FOUGHT .  F-O-U-G-H-T with my teeth
To keep you, but more to have you
And I swore, I swear
To keep my eye open, to keep you 

Ask me not, to close my eyes, my love
You are too new, when I open them
If you knew the torture, if only, my dove
You’d perch on me and peck my eye
Grain after grain, again and again
But not that I close them, honey

I don’t want again, to start seeking
And chasing you and guessing when we rest, 
Panting, Skirting around – 
The hips of our your collage
Vetting your kisses and teasing 
To swallow your tongue

When I look your way
You look that new
Afresh I have to renew the vow
Deep in my blood and I smell your heart 
And I want you again to be mine, and I wonder
Where were you, honey
When I closed my eyes
And waited?

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The Stripper

The Stripper..... By Peter Onyancha

Lately I have come to believe
A poet is a stripper; that’s the naked truth
Strips utterly and attacks your eyes
You are the ogling private school mate
No. No one should know what you know, you know!
Private – every portico private 
Oh, it’s hard – Very hard to unveil 
When the poet is gone, you groan
Imagine, you are left with fertile imagination
Infantile wisdom and you are fried

(This is the 1st stanza of a long poem entitled The Useleness of Poetry)

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My Boss - Part 1

I’m not sure I understand my boss
He does it all and credits me
He makes the plan, and says I did
He works the plan, and states it’s me
Writes the report, and crowns it mine
My mysterious Boss!

He called me today
And washed me with praise
Shocked, my boss seeks to know
How did you, modest, manage
The tusks of this beast alone?
With husky confidence
He shoots my pay and says
Measure for measure, my valet!
There’s more to come.

My Boss will burn it all
The mid night wick and moil on end 
First in, Last out. The office smells his balm
His cologne is everywhere
He sweats on the printer, the copier, and the phone
His ink flows, his paper is busy
The keyboard is worn, the letters have gone
He knows them by heart
ASDFGH and the index at J, he types
His seat sags and his elbow is coarse 
The backrest is new, he never rested
His fingerprints are faded
Filing, citing, binding, signing, sending, recalling, working
Reading, doing, redoing, searching, researching, working 
Calling, waiting, reminding, mending, thinking, working
Reviewing, checking, approving, panting, working
But he says I did, all he did
Great works, look and marvel!

Now Boss
They want me! Ready to bleed money
And charm me, they are down, bended knee
Abroad, the internationals are hinting
Aboard, the nationals are bidding
And Bored, the locals are winking
They want me! The postman is dizzy
My inbox congested and messengers grumbling  
The deeds have spoken

And my boss is depressed
Who shall do it, says he, all the work
His hand is calm, my shoulder feels it
Go my child, my boss, your meteor is bright
And never will it set.

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Song For a Bad Tooth

Wisdom tooth, the oral root of prophesy
I respect you with all my worth
When you speak my eyes come
I wake up and turn as you order
I constrict like a serpent stung
At your command I fizzle like coke
My champagne foams in your honor
My hands mate at the throat

                     Wisdom tooth, for you anything
                     Ice cube in my armpit
                     Burial in the swimming pool
                     Tight diadem on the head
                     I speak in tongues, Tooth!

Make your choice:
                             I will call you my uncle
                   my tutor, my referee, my signatory
You are the Untainted Governor, Sergeant-at-arms, president for life
       Bishop of my church, Perfect Prefect, Captain who never farts
            Head of Dental Department, Commander-in-chief...
                          You are the Tooth of all Teeth

Your stitch is profound and unfaltering
          Your ache indefatigable and mature
                   Your wisdom infinite yet insurmountable
                           Your target is spot on
You are majestic and brilliant
                  Your unrelenting questionnaire
Appeals to the veins
                   See how my eyes are swollen
My hairs erect, my nose running
                I am squinting with respect
My ears are blocked and left shoulder sags
                          I limp and claim to walk
                                     Mighty tooth, you go anywhere
                                                         When I hear you I shiver
                                                                  This far, you have brought me, Mister!

             Look at the altar
             I have brought you the sacrifice
A harvest of Chocolate cake, Sugar coats, Sugar cream, Bubble gum, and Candy Lozenge
All I have, I have put at your feet, mighty one
I surrender all

Take them all with you
Leave in peace
I live in peace!

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Which Poison Do You Drink

Which Poison do You drink?…………By Peter Onyancha 

Which poison do you drink?
When you open your mouth
Your fangs!
Each word is toxic
It leaves a septic wound
Which poison do you take?

When I see you 
The shaken body aches
I coil and shiver 
From your venom to my fever 
Which poison is it?

Raise your arm with brim anger
Bruise me with rancor and scald me 
The surgeon and blade 
Will piece and stitch
Degree after degree
But your unmetered spittle
Is mortal my Husband!

Which poison do you drink!?