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And God Still Sits

It was first all, beautiful
And the plain blue sky spanned on either sides
With snow-white flakes drifting religiously
Over light-green steeples into a land
Beyond what my bulgy brown eyes can see
And God sat; watching

It soon turned pitiful
And beholding as in a trance a swam of famished 
locust 
As they swopped upon all that was green
And the orphaned cub watched it's  mother's skin 
sold for a farthing
While the hunters bragged, brawled and laid upon 
empty bottles 
And God still sat;  watching

Then it became sorrowful
With the tsunami as its hits the glass towers of 
China, and the famine in the dark soils of Somalia
The nuclear arsenals in the far east
Which could annihilate all that creeps
And the blood of the sackless on the  tub of the elite
Apocalyptic sermons on all corners;
Yet evil, even on holy ground nests gallantly.
And God still  sits .........

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Obsessed

Staring into an empty sea-blue Picasso.
Winking,blinking and greasing my wet nose,
Trying to discerpher the rune in my upper 
torso.
To see, if I shall for once, think strait.

Then upon my thoughts, I sat;
Thoughts of her; and of her.
Thoughts, that once sufficed the brute, I was,
And of odysseys across her angelic form.

Of Rome, Greece and savage Persians,
Of wars waged and love made.
Of souls of immortals slain,
And of odysseys across her angelic form.

So, I laid upon my sweaty quill.
Yet in my long ashored ado.
Scribling; scribling upon a wet cotton 
napkin;
Thoughts of her; and of her alone.

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Double Folly

Where we go, we know not
Why we go, we know not
They say we go forth
Choice-less and guns shone, we head north
Let the north our fate decide

This war is folly
Even a fool understands this wholly
But this will not stop the war
No reason will a-peace this war
It's folly

Why we fight, we know not
If it's right, we know not
Yet we fight
Not minding our brothers plight
Treating them like blight
Oh what an ugly sight

But if only, you would listen
You would hear them cry
Don't ask them why
Because it was you who made  them cry
So why not try
If you could their tears dry

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Beauty, Her Fautor, I

Amber rays; she lights up his countenance
And it greys when she's gone
But my colour is my creator's lot

When she walked by his heart 
It habaneras to its rhythm
And as usual, I just enjoyed the interplay 

She is Aphrodites, personified
He is her faithful fautor
And I am the created creator

But on dooms day, the creator 
Shall judge not only beauty 
And her fautor; but also I

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Am No Poet

Am no poet
So poets don't fret
Am just some lad with a toysome pen
So why be on your guards
But like Peter Pan
Am more than a man
My worth, I stand to prove
Let's see if you will not approve

Am no poet
So poets don't fret
For my niche, I want to carve
My say, I want to have
I seek not riotous rivalry
But beat me if you can

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Tick Tack

Tick, tack!
Tick, tack!
Tick, tack!
The chant of a faithful wall clock
Yesterday, is gone
Today, has been born 
What do you, with your time?
It asks, with each stealth chime
As it ticks and tacks, in due time

So young fellow, think twice
But, think at once
For it will tick and tack, alway
Even if you take it's cells, away

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Tantrum

Calm,collected and serene
Then a timely vituperation
Evokes in spilt seconds
A cornucopia of rashfolly
Tempers, scream up
The meanest echelons of inhumane rive


Words; few left unsaid
Blood of a few, left unshed
All's torn apart
And all in parts, fell apart


Then she is gone
As swiftly as she was born
And left all parts; in parts
Heap of rubbles now drawn with carts
To tombs; heaped and tombstoned with hats 


Calm, collected and somewhat serene
Once more, I am
Now with regrets
But she's  gone
Swiftly as she was born
      -My untamed tantrum

Copyright © Emmanuel Okechukwu | Year Posted 2014


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