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Akudo Ekeh Poem
I see her everywhere I go
Mother of the earth, splendid soul
Filling everywhere with her harmonious presence
Holding everyone on an irresistible reverence
She dwells in the sky above, so blue
With the smiling sun and the silvery moon
Up there, she is a graceful goddess
Clothed with the rainbow, ready to bless
In the fluffy-frilled flowers do I see her
The butterflies commend the taste of her nectar
And her rose is a symbol of happiness
So beautiful is she that all adore her dress
She dances in the movement of the trees
Whirling round and round in an enchanting bliss
The singing nightingale, the violin-voiced canary
Tells us more of her musical tendency
In the heralding cuckoo, in the clarion call
In the waving sea, in the gushing waterfall
And that of the sweeping gentle breeze
Do I hear her fluty voice that never cease
Mother nature, your beauty surpasses all
Nothing can change that, nothing at all
No wonder the poet forever extols you
And the artist keeps on painting you.
Copyright © Akudo Ekeh | Year Posted 2016
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Akudo Ekeh Poem
You are not,
The machete that mauls the mound
That sends the ants scampering from the hill,
Preys to the threading feet and the hungered hens
You are not!
The gunpowder that blasts the barn
Heralding the angry bleats,
And inviting the cock-made complaints
No, you are not!
The arrow that pierces the air
Erasing the lines of the birds
Chasing the dark clouds into the sun
You are not
What they wash into your pores
What they sing into your being
What they carve into your heart
You are not
Apart from the tears that tear
Detached from the broken earthenware
For you are human too.
Copyright © Akudo Ekeh | Year Posted 2016
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Akudo Ekeh Poem
The scorching soil seemed seamless
For the drooping-headed ones
Tongues tell the tales
The thirsty throats fail to utter:
Spotted, sored, nightmarish
Gazing at the slowly sliding soil
Stars of the faces are dimmed,
Lighting no more the darkening dreams
Feeding no more the wearying wings
Yet the oasis lies near
Its beckoning shimmer heave
Behind the mist of frustration
Its whispering waves die
At the gate to the fallen flags
That hang from the drooping heads
If only…
The stars could shine
The flags could rise,
But the oasis never quietens
As long as the heart beats,
The oasis never quietens
Copyright © Akudo Ekeh | Year Posted 2016
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