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Austine Parka Poem
My heart clings to the
memories of that night
When the strangers came
I lay on my neatly dressed
bed
With the sheet recently
changed
Staring at the ceiling
Carefully studying the patterns
She would be here soon
I thought, as I glanced at my
wrist
Wearing a goofy grin
Tonight should be the night
I consoled myself
After many nights of failed
attempts
Blood running towards my
groin
Goose pimples playing its
tricks
On my skin
Euphoria hitting me like drug
abuse
As I fantasize the night ahead
Alas!!! I hear my door go
knock
Like a child running to
embrace his mama
I answered the door
That's when my limbs went
numb
They stood there
Holding her like a strayed child
The lust in their eyes
Shinning like a rising sun
little sobs escaping her lips
Driving painful thrusts into my
heart
And I tried, tried to save her
That's when I felt the tin sharp
blade
Sliding into me slowly
I could do nothing now
Nothing for her
I felt the warm liquid sliding
down my belly
Slowly I found the ground
As I watch them quench Their
lust
One by one,
They took turns on her
Like their last supper
They lavished her
Calling onto my name slowly
She moans bitterly
Begging for my life and hers
The tears from her eyes
Making my blood gush
As I curse my existence
For the pains she receives now
As a parting gift
before the last one reached
orgasm
The reaper came for me...
Copyright © Austine Parka | Year Posted 2014
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Austine Parka Poem
Chinua Achebe should write a
book
From the grave
To soothen the hearts of the
afflicted
the arrow of god is upon us
Things have indeed fallen
apart
Niyi Osundare can en script a
poem
Even if he's long gone ghost
His bewildered lawn
has been blasted by Boko
bombs
Our painful plight
Its still his business
Christopher Okigbo, do what
you do best
Your hands may yet be dust
pierce the heart of Boko
horrors
For they take the path of
thunder
Neglecting the fears of Black
Orpheus
Ken Saro wiwa, you suffered
great injustice
Your nonviolent campaign is
needed
Even tho your soul seeks
revenge
Draft a journal to Boko
leaders
We can't handle bloodshed no
more
Dennis Osadebay, your power
of attorney
Can still be exhumed
The fear of biased party
politics
Is causing massive blasts
Of insignificant reasons
Write to your party movement
Uche Nduka, write to the
poets in their youth
To anger the leaders with the
Bremen poems
They deprive the flower child
of a second act
If only the night Eel on reef
Heart's field and Ijele
Will send belltime letters
Wole Soyinka, criticize
Nigerian dictators some more
They come in military disguise
of misshapen silhouette
Causing chaos of well-seeming
forms
Wright a play of not the Lion
and the jewel
Nor The trials of brother Jero
But of The Swamp dwellers
And the Horrors of Boko.
Copyright © Austine Parka | Year Posted 2014
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Austine Parka Poem
Pot belly men of our great
Nation
Ambassadors of poverty
Looters of National treasures
Breeding nest of corruption
Masters of lies and deceit
See what you have done
See what you have turns our
daughters into
Making them slaves to vanity
As they make you embrace
insanity
They feast on your pot belly
As you call your wives at home
With same lie night after night
Your daughter with another pot
belly man
She is also feasting on his pot
belly
While he switch off his phone
Lest his wife calls him from
home
Pot belly men flaunts
themselves
In their expensive agbada'
Cruising in range rovers
Looking for young girls to de
flower
With a trunk full of "Ghana must
go"
Our daughters lost in the trance
of naira
They give away their glory so
easy
Like a child munching on akara
For an end reward of naira
Our sons stands no chance
They hardly have enough to fill
their belly
they till soils and drill crude oils
Their sweats making their
pockets swell
In a bid to marry
The pot belly pleasures...
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Go mbazu, forerunner of the gods
And tell Ukpala of its lies
Men can harm thee not
For death fears thee the most
Go tell Okosisi, king of Ukpala
Of its treachery
That his kingdom breeds iniquity
And if he replies
Give him madness
Go tell Nweke, Queen of Ukpala
Of her dirty ways
Her soul stinks of adultery
If she replies
Give her agony
Go tell Ude, chief priest of Ukpala
Of his greed
That his way are abominable
If he replies
Give him death
Go tell the council of elders
Of their persistent injustice
That their heart harbours corruption
If they give you reply
Give them misery
Go tell the maidens
Of their lost glory
That their acts are abominable
If they give you reply
Give them barreness
To the sons of Ukpala
Say to them
Their cowardice mocks Ukpala
For if they reply thee
Mock them with defeat
And to the children of Ukpala
Say this to them
Forsake the ways of thy fathers
For doom is its consequences
If they reply thee not
Spare them life.
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Austine Parka Poem
She's Loved,
She feels no love, not even herself,
She's alone, But She's with Family,
she wants to end it all,
She wants to be free,
Free from her existence,
She slit her wrist,
Feeling the cold dampness on her palm,
Freedom is all she wants, a
Morphines running in her blood stream,
She can't,
She can't end it all,
She can't free herself from her meaningless existence..
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Darkness growing over the horizon
i looked over to the other side
to find my way as i embrace dark fogs
The cold damp leaves soiling my feet
Twigs cracking as i walk pass
owls singing their horrifying melody
Sending chill through my spins
Wolves howling across the mountains
Looking for preys to devour
The tidal wave clapping on the ocean walls
Inhaling the freshness of the ocean
Filling my lungs with it
The ocean calling onto me
Sinking gradually into the depth of the ocean
Feeling my belly with ocean water
waiting for my end to come.
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Holding her is all i desire
Kissing her, i crave for
loving her, my heart aches for
Protecting her, with all my might
For her course, i lay down my life
men i will slay if she desires
Perfection shes made for
my heart aches at her sight
she adorn the sun with her essence
The ocean trembles at her presence
Her touches brings agony
Agony to a weary man
She illuminates darkness
her nature is unique
love is all i got to offer
My being, i give it up for her
But i only see her when i fall asleep
In my sleep, shes all i dream of
my NIGHTMARE, i call her...
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