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Savagery

SAVAGERY

Bound tight by blinding shock,

Captured stiff by coaled astonishment,

Enslaved hard by utter incredulity,

In sight to four tortured sacrifices - 

Humiliated human bonfires to appease the dark lords.

It was a bad dream; a demented nightmare!

And I was being sucked in. I had to wake up, fast!

I awoke - and it stared at me defiantly in the face;

Obdurately reinforcing its reality; I wilted - as I

Stared at the fanatical apostles of nihilism.

We've all become feral animals - maniacal brutes!

Innocent or guilty - it matters not!

Indeed, madness reigns supreme in our midst;

The spirit of unbridled brutality has run amok!

Sick, sick, heads, journeying all over; what barbarism!

A finger pointing; four others looking back.

Tell me, who is innocent? None!

Tell me, who breathes without sin? None!

But, what do we see in the land?

Unhinged lunacy - a morbid display on a polluted earth.

Our shepherds continually play deaf

To the collective desires of their sheep.

The doors of frustration has long blown wide open - 

Rapidly ushering out diverse evils, without measure.

The land is swollen with generational blood;

While truth and equity remains constant illusions.

Remember, wrongly wielding the sword,

Paves straight to perishing by it;

Comeuppance to the vile executioners!

For the painfully departed, right words, I have none.

Ergo, Nigeria, our Nigeria, I plead; for mercy I plead,

On you, on me, on us; for divine fortitude for

All connected with lives, young and not, already lost.


(c) Ikenna.C.Igwe, 2012

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Whole Again

WHOLE AGAIN

While young on the ladder of growth,

I boarded a similar covenant ship;

Having summoned the great Teacher,

And sworn a thick fealty – hinged on

An immutable decision to pave way

For a diminutive obstruction route to glory.



The agreement was hammered hard –

To the board formed from titanium, unknown – 

For an imperative invitation for assistance

In selecting a perfectly designed lighter vessel –

The requisite other half – for solid standing;

To end the sentence of one immured by loneliness.







For ages we walked with our pact in hand;

Him doing His; and I doing mine – utterly;

Then, unexpectedly, along came the magnetic vamp,

Strongly swinging seductively – a hot form on loose.

Many of my counterparts drooled at the wild poses.

But I became the attractive destination.




Neglecting the vow tightly spoken in place,

I gave my being over to amorous affiliations,

Basking on the beach of unhinged gratifications, 
 
Lost on the island of debased connections.

My companion was the mistress of intense satisfaction,

An experienced docent of hardcore perversion.

 


I timelessly practiced wordless abominations;

The servant and master of ineffable depravities.

It went on, unhindered; rigidly gripped by lusts;

And like it commenced, the brightness dimmed;

Dimmed and became dark – utterly blinding;

The soulless initiator fled in the thick of it.




Forlorn and groping in the closed valley,

Large darts of bowel regrets found home – 

Accompanied by storms of a joyful ex-life.

Riven by guilt; ripped by realized folly,

I again contacted the covenant keeper.

Mercifully, He materialized and made me whole, again.

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My Eleanor

MY ELEANOR

Darling, yet another day is past gone,

While we rest from the battle; losing not just one.

As the wind of pain blows round our camp,

Affixing to many hearts its bleeding stamp,

I sit, on the warm sand, gazing at the moonlight,

With thoughts glued just on you, my sunlight;

The only object that holds my sanity
 
In this jungle of blown absurdity.

I gladly call to mind our parting act,

Drenched in showers of the passionate art.

I long, unbridled, for your charming form –

A comfy shelter from this storm.
 
Till we meet again, after this dreadful tour,

This is from me to you, my lovely Eleanor.

(c) Ikenna.C.Igwe, 2012

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It's Christmas

IT’S CHRISTMAS!

Jingle, jingle rings all the bells,

Sounding the season roping jolliness;

With gifts traveling to distant places,

And joy running the realm of existence.

There’s high celebration dancing ecstatically in the air;

Showers of goodly hilarity blessing our sphere.

On the whole, it’s nice to have great fun;

Not forgetting the One who gave His only son.

Merry Christmas everyone!

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The New Dawn

THE NEW DAWN


Sitting, relaxed, atop the cool grass-filled rock,

Jutting out proudly over the calm blue ocean,

I stared in stoned-wonder; held captive 

By the magnificent rising of the yellow sun, 

Ascending, gracefully, across the serene horizon,

And ushering in the bright and long awaited new world;

A world, free from the shackles of religion,

Unheld by the chains of ethnicity;

Devoid of the differences in colour.

A world wrapped up in the warm covers of peace;

Overshadowed by the immutable display of inestimable love.

A world tongue-deep in sincere equality;

Lacking the Political, Social, and Economic segregations;

Where none is poor or hungry; a violence-free

Community – where morality stands overall; scoring 

On all points; in all ramifications.

I see a world where there are no foes – but friends;

Where the Lions lie closely with the Lambs – 

Sharing, caring; and rapturously cherishing one another;

A world where the natural unites with the 

Supernatural to form a universal positive whole – 

Stamped with truth and justice.

This new world, which I speak of, begins with you!


(c) Ikenna.C.Igwe

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Our Blade

One of the freely 
bestowed
ingredients, 
Existing thickly 
within 
the solid formation,
Brought out, after a 
boring exercise,
And seperated from 
its 
siblings.
It is stretched long 
in 
distances,
Prior to measured 
reduced divisions;
Then comes the 
adjustments to 
classes
Of designs; sharp 
opposite blunt.


Used in both internal 
and external 
Arenas - performing 
required tasks.
It floats with calm in 
light and dark grips -
Willingly adhering to 
any 
outlined order.
It's quite famous for 
ending flesh;
Whether it be that of 
the articulate
Or the asinine; 
spelling 
out, in loud
Terms, its 
availability 
as the royal slave.


It's been branded 
more of a woman's 
tool - 
Though used more 
effectively by a man, 
In settling scores on 
the battle field,
Or spinning final 
silence 
in a dark alley.
Its resourcefulness 
goes on all points,
In diving up, 
heading 
down, and swaying 
sides;
Playing out its grand 
role of putting 
asunder,
And finding slits or 
gaps 
in movements of red.

Ikenna C. Igwe

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Reborn

REBORN

Out comes the unwanted object of derision,

Conceived after a hasty union along an unlit alley,

By a mother wholly enslaved to syringes

And a father utterly imprisoned by bottles.

The brawls were painfully endless – 

Shouting, slapping, kicking, and smashing.

For ages I remained a constant reminder of error –
 
The mucky bridge linking two wrongs.

I grew up, thickly blanketed by rejection and hate;

And soon found solace hugging the streets –
 
Gleefully content as the devil’s lieutenant.

Clearly I was marked; born by bad, born for bad.

I delightedly played the black messenger;

Drinking, lying, stealing, drugging, hurting…

I got deeper and deeper into hell’s pit – 

A soul entirely spun out of order; surely damned.

I continually ate and drank vile – of all sorts.

But the emptiness…oh, the emptiness…it hurt;

Burning, ripping, searing, slicing, tearing…

The ghostly voice just wouldn’t let me be!

‘Son…you’re much more than this…

Let me in…I can help…just let me in.’

For so long I fought it…yes, I violently fought it:

‘Leave me alone! Get away from me!’

But it kept on; pushing, pressing, pleading…

I couldn’t go on; I was so ablaze within.

Desperate, wretched, broken, and crying – I let it in.

The change was gloriously instant – a transformation

Solidly nailed to peace, purity and hallowed purpose.

At last, I was whole – whole and home.

That night was magic…the night I was reborn.
 
 © Ikenna.C.Igwe, 2012.

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Specially Made

SPECIALLY MADE

I’m who I am,
‘Cos I was made so.
You’re who you are,
‘Cos you were made so.


I can’t be you,
‘Cos I am me.
You can’t be me,
‘Cos you are you.



So, why are you me?
When I’m already me.
And why am I you?
When you’re already you. 


It’s inane to have me, as you,
And to have you, as me;
‘Cos you were made you,
And I was made me.



You can’t be me,
And I can’t be you;
As it’s better you as you,
And me as me.

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Bottled Rat

BOTTLED RAT

In there lies the cheese;

Sniffing. Enticing. Drawing.

Yummy – calling out loudly.

Should resist. Should be gone.

But the urge…oh, the urge.

Can this be a trap? Maybe.

A furtive glance all round.

The coast seems clear. Safe.

But why in there…in that glassy thing?

What’s it called again?…ah, yes, a bottle.

Sniffing. Watching. Waiting. Vibrating.

Haven’t had a decent meal in days.

In there, danger. Out here, hunger.

Think. Think. Think. Quick. Quick. Quick.

I can do this. Fast in. Fast out.

What’s the worst thing that can happen?

Hungry and alive. Satisfied and dead.

The cheese smells so delicious.

Craving trumped caution. 

Made a mad dash for it.

Hardly in when the bottle closed.

A determined sound. Too bad.

Well, at least I’ve got the cheese.

Instantly gobbled it down – 

And calmly waited for an unknown fate.

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At Last, My Own Love

I looked, looked, and looked – but all in vinegar vain.
I searched, searched, and searched – but found no love.
So sad, so sapped and no longer feeling cerebrally certain,
You miraculously materialized – my own heaven-sent dove.

My happy heart races at the sound of your voice.
My merry mind leaps at the sight of my cherished crush.
My satisfied soul swirls at my providence-inspired choice.
My buoyant body ignites at the feel of your tender touch.

Oh my good gosh! The amorous ache…it hurts – so sweetly;
And the fragrant fire flaming within…it burns – so soothing.
My delightful desire sends round sensuous spikes – so warmly.
Leaving me wet and spent in ecstasy’s prison – so enthralling.

To whom or what shall I ever dare liken you, my Maple tree?
To others, falling as one, like us – or to others that fall apart below par?
To the sun, the moon, the stars – or to all galaxy-orbiting three?
No, my diamond diadem; by all, you stand head above the highest bar.