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Ifeanyi Ajagu Poem
If men would but stand fast like a tree
Though fierce winds blow and rains fall
Bending and dipping but not breaking at all
You will stand in quiet majesty, tall and free
When conditions grow harsh with disfavor
Stand strong, proud and unwavering in faith
The tides will turn though it may come late
It will crown you with laurels of honor
When seasons turn favorable spread your arms
May your fruits give the motherless food and hope
May your shade give the homeless reason to cope
Then the world will flock to bask in your novel charm
When all that is you is rooted good and deep
No storm can reach the rich dreams you keep.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Ajagu | Year Posted 2012
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God has hidden great treasures
in vessels of seeming dishonor
who are out of funds, luck and favor
being different they incur our displeasure
Many stars are hiding in their shell
a beautiful soul masked as cursed
full of mistakes, failures and costs
allow our expectations to crumble to hell
Still many of these late bloomers
dream up a life many do envy
living beyond our rat-race slavery
they see our world with the eyes of groomers
Pruning our world with their dreams
thoughts, words, inventions and arts
from great deeds to such little acts
their legacy is to harvest our joyful screams
God has hidden star treasures
in odd vessels within plain sight
that we may learn to fear His might
learning not to incur His grave displeasure
Such lonely stars twinkle in the blue
heavenly treasures unknown to you.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Ajagu | Year Posted 2014
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Liberty's tree is reeling drunk indeed
upon the life of saints and patriots alike
though I speak of a hit and run strike
men are crushed in her wine press of need
Why did she pluck such a good fellow?
who fought our beasts of oppression
who peddle sorrow, tears and depression
as he bravely stood for a better tomorrow
Dimgba, you were a bright beacon of hope
you made friends early with bitter truth
that made many stand before you mute
as you gave the poor masses a reason to cope
Yes we shall march to your grave side
to lay to rest these fears that enslave us
these pains that hold us down like a curse
these we shall bury deeply side by side
To mother earth your body shall rest at last
your free spirit shall soar on a crescent star
guiding men who will arise to leave a scar
upon these political heavens held fiddly fast
We shall not say goodbye but well done
your enduring legacy will never be undone
Copyright © Ifeanyi Ajagu | Year Posted 2014
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I look beyond my haggard domain
Glorious in arrayed ideals and name
Seeing my toils decay into sad sighs
Living my life imprisoned by seasoned lies
Good luck some say never runs out
I flee before the armed flint of your shout
A bitter cry for battle and casualties
To heap our dreams with wild perplexities
O! why do you mourn my friends
Rejoice for all things good must truly end
Rejoice for a dusky change is at hand
To dry up the rivers of blood flowing in our land
I step aside for my quest for restive peace
As I survive the obsolete night of hopeful bliss
Beyond the clouds and high mountains that smile
Peace may reign over our land for this little while
Do not fear for the dawn brings sweet light
where all things good are alive and bright
Copyright © Ifeanyi Ajagu | Year Posted 2015
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Ifeanyi Ajagu Poem
The rooster dares to crow
as the reaper reaps and sows
tender souls of human life
upon this earth full of strife
Before the breaking of dawn
when void shadows lie to fawn
a righteous seed will stand a price
denying this cock from crowing thrice
The sick sickle that reaps this seed
shall live before our Sun to bleed
as spored seeds do solemnly fall
awaiting the suns righteous call
Though these words may hit and run
leaving a mangled poetry as fun
the Sun approaches vengeful and bright
bringing all our hidden works to open light
Adieu Dimgba Igwe our voiced seed
your bloods wailing call, angels shall heed
Copyright © Ifeanyi Ajagu | Year Posted 2014
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He lies a mangled heap of naked shame
dead to nagging worries, thoughts and sorrow
a worn dusty dress clings to his lean marrows
silent he lies in a noisy street with no name
All his lofty dreams and achievements
lie quietly with him in his exposed grave
all his prayers and high hopes none can save
mute the too heap a colossal embarrassment
The joy of an only male child is still
the cheer of giddy success is silent
tears from sobbing hearts are absent
only a crowd of sober vultures at his heels
Curious feet walk briskly away from him
who once lived, loved and sinned like many
who now heedlessly lies without a penny
facing a shy sky who turns away dim
He remains a terrible sight of cold shame
putrid morning, a cynosure of attention
crowds salute hand over nostrils in petition
to our commanding John Doe with no name
A corpse of our national soul lies
dead in the center of our patriotic eyes
Copyright © Ifeanyi Ajagu | Year Posted 2012
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Memories are golden nuggets of the past
those fleeting moments that does not last
stored in the vault of a tempered heart
drives these weary feet down it's present path
Memories of a lost laughter, a stolen smile
when naive innocence happily lingered a while
when toddling hearts were not ruled by needs
love lost call were boldly answered indeed
Memories striving to meet up and grow up
listening to advice of those responsibly atop
losing the secret pathway back to virgin Eden
living a sad lie with hearts so openly hidden
Memories of you and I do linger still
at the fading footfalls of the sun's heels
in quiet moments of truth and noble silence
I face you seemly naked without pretense
Memories are gone just like yesterday
like early morning dew that hates to stay
memories, a slice of heaven made true
because of someone as special as you
Copyright © Ifeanyi Ajagu | Year Posted 2014
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A new star graces the sky
shinning bright, twinkling blue
an ebony star that was you
who sits upon our hallowed sigh
Your words echo promises of hope
rhyming our beating heart to our soul
making us become a verse of heavens goal
even though I wonder how can we cope
Maya you were too beautiful to remain here
where God's angels are seldom known
into the soil of our heart you have sown
rich laughter our eager ears still hears
Angelou you are our mocking bird
who sang clearly her divine song
who soared our heavens so long
your song seems like all we hear
We miss you our lovely Maya
our true black and proud mama
Copyright © Ifeanyi Ajagu | Year Posted 2014
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As this fevered vision comes to pass
these saviors with their plagued feet
grinning lips bereft of truth and teeth
sorely hunger for our wealthy carcass
Armed with a legion of noisy mosquitoes
billboards, loudspeakers are screaming out
glossy party programs from north and south
hide in shiny boots ulcers of a leprous toe
Heaven on earth, Utopia upon this earth
fills this polluted air with a fog of expectations
empty bellies, potholes and dry taps yawn in frustration
to these aired slogans trampled in to their death
Beggars in suits trail along with their plates
marching in crescendo to galled pipers tones
crumbs will buy souls truly branded ill fortune
whose chalked fingers met no lettered slate
To the royal banquet of a nations carcass
strewn by violence, greed and poverty in plates
chokes off earnest prayers that arrives so late
as our rotten saviors gasp, sigh and pass
Awed we stare at their remains in animated shock
choking upon their loot they run out of sheer luck.
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There are men who may never walk on water
Who will never trade our happiness for butter
Who do such mere things full of kindness
That reminds us of the Son in his vast goodness
There are men who may never raise our dead
Who into our wilderness may never be lead
Who eagerly and earnestly love with their hearts
That reminds us of the Son who laid love’s path
There are men who may never rebuke our storms
Who may never be transfigured into His glorious form
Who are eagerly ready to lend a helping hand
That reminds us of the Son who we don’t understand
There are men who may never have an exalted name
Who may never be rich, glamorous or acquire fame
Who are beacons of light in our times of darkness
That reminds us of the Son shinning in righteousness
There are men who may never die upon our cross
Who for our sake live a life full of great loss
Who are our secret heroes saving our poor soul
From lives bitter batter and devils ultimate goal
To these unknown, unheard, unseen men untold
Who live to see our smile light up eyes that unfold
Who live a life without a lie
Your names shall never die
Copyright © Ifeanyi Ajagu | Year Posted 2014
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