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Ndubuisi Okona Poem
Silence they say is golden and quite glittery
All it ever brings is pain and total misery
Everyone wants to be proved right
But none wants to be left out in love
A fresco of wasted dreams
A collage of aspirations cast in streams
Silence I hear is golden yet so deafening
I try to speak it’s always a squabbling
Really scared to disturb the peace
Tried to piece back one good piece
It was only a wink in the dark
The pendulum did not swing back
Watched love in profile take a dive
Settled with the ripples of lies and unlusty lives
Silence I see is golden and so so dazzling
Autumn’s child came cool and strong
A blink all green in me was gone
Oh! The peals of heart break and it stings
If I could detach my manhood and cry for a moment
If I could reach back and erase that moment
I walked up and said “how do you do”
Twice I loved thrice she lied
Can this justify my disposition?
Kindly lace my Valium with deprivian
Kindly deprive me of this oblivion
So I could wake up to you
Lay what is left on you
Time tells if these would all come true.
Copyright © Ndubuisi Okona | Year Posted 2012
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Libya! Weep Libya!
Thy sly invaders smooch thy defender
Thy oppressor masks his crusader
Eye wells cried dry, mouths filled with peals of empty laughter
When ego puffs personality takes cover
When libido strays, devil’s peace reigns all is in asunder
Still life goes on
Libya! Oh Libya!
The great green desert is deserted
Milking the blood of children she birthed
Ghibli lays still; still the glowering sky is shattered
Cyrene’s serenity is stained and her sanity is scalded
Though her hymen remains her virginity is desecrated
And life goes on
Libya! Dear Libya!
Together fend off our mutual fiends
Dig deep to re-distill our filial cells
When strife drowns prosperity sails
If the head strays
Throats bulge, brows crease and depravity swell
We swim, we drown, we fly, we crash posterity tells
Pray, life goes on
Copyright © Ndubuisi Okona | Year Posted 2012
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Home Sweet Home
ran, toiled, tumbled, bled
my sacred bid to return to thee
whence i was spawned
and drawn to peace in thee.
Copyright © Ndubuisi Okona | Year Posted 2012
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