Best Anya Poems
NNEM AMAKA
Nnem amaka,
Nnem bu udala mmicha,
Ukwu nwanyi Owerri;
O bu ihe madu nile na eri.
Nnem bu ukwu nnu na mmanu anu.
Ezigbo nwayi oma na ala ezigbo,
Pino-pino nwa na ala igbo,
ukpara na eti mmanwu.
Obukwa kpakpandu elu igwe,
Utara dachiri olu umuokoro ma ha
Furu ya na anya nke ukwuu.
Nnem bu onwa na etiti na ala igbo,
Osuofia ezigbo na ala Nkporo.
Elu igwe nke ato ndi madu na
Ele anya ka nwa nke chukwu.
Nnem bu ude ocha, nnem amaka.
Nnem makarachara mmuo miri nma;
Pino-pino nwa na ezigbo.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
I bent down and sat on a elfridge log
While a crying frog came out of a bog
I set my precious best friend, Anya, on the ground
I distantly listened to the goblin and giants thundering sound
I put a hand up and petted my white-tiger guardian
He nestled my hand and sat down loyal
We had to go to the king Russo who was so royal
White-tiger guardian, Koda, told me what was up
And how the giants and goblins kidnapped his pup
At that point, from my own eyes, tears began to fall
I felt responsible, I had to report this call
I stood up quick and formatted a plan
Until someone cut in and screamed, “we’re under attack!” and everyone ran
The goblins and gnomes found out I was back
They begin to attack all dressed in jet-black
I chanted out spells, curses, and such
I knew I knew them, I’d practiced so much
“Curse you for trying to destroy my world
Wither now and become unfurled
Don’t look back you awful demons
For this is not your world and you have no reasons
You shall not be here, you aren’t the boss
This world belongs to me from the trees to the moss
From the animals and friends that I have made
Curse you all and go to shame”
The words rolled their eyes to the back of their brains
Ten-thousand bodies sounded like trains
They fell over dead with groans
While they died gently with thousand of moans
I saved my world with a certain curse
Because of a spell I had to constantly rehearse
My world was saved and everything in it
I was crowned queen and I left a permanent dent
I went to King Russo and recaptured Koda’s pup
I regained everything back that was stolen --- all the stuff
King Russo was happy too that I was home
Now my sun shines and no one’s alone
An Anonymous Lover. By Anya Cook
How do I prove my love to you?
Shall I compose a speech dictating my heart’s desire?
I swear all you want to do to me is bid a desolate adieu.
My heart has been tossed by your heartless hands into a vast brier.
Do you relish tossing my feelings in-between your cold fingers?
Wandering whether to crumble my life to ashes?
You enjoy determining where my love for you lingers,
And it drives me insane and when I am near you my life flashes.
Even so, your flawless character is killing me,
I don’t understand how it is possible to love so much,
And my eyes flutter with glee.
My consciousness has fallen into the hands of your wicked clutch.
Your love can do what no one else can,
And it has got me crazy in love,
So I am begging you to stay the perfect man;
Because together, we could be the perfect dainty pair of doves.
Ezi enyi amaka na uwa
Ezi enyi ka nwanne ojo
Lezie enyi gi anya oge nile
Ahabula ya ka onwu na nsogbu.
Owere enyi ka nwanne ma
Obu ikwu na ibe gi na uwa
Mgbe nsogbu di ono ya,
Na oganihu ono gi na akuku
Lezie enyi gi anya nke oma.
Okeosisi na agba egwu na ukwu ya
Ka ona enye nsogbu make ka na
Ukwu ga eji ya out ubochi na abia
Ogologo ndu ka madu nile na ayo
Lezie enyi gi anya ka isi hu owu gi anya.
Ekwe kwala ka ihire mee enyi gi
Kpowe ya ha okuku is ekpo nwa ha
Tinyere ya aka na oge nsogbu
Make na ezi enyi ka nwanne.
Castlebar
Connemara marble seems plain
when held in a young boxers hand
Coming alive when touched by his father
Alive with green-ness
Alive with time
-no longer on the old mans side
looking down now
at cut granite hands
that once set him free
Free to leave Castlebar
the beach at Roundstone
the beautiful Anya Quinn
and a mundane life
And the white handkerchief?
the one she waved from the dock?
until it became a
dot,
a speck,
then a memory
shared with others in her Eulogy
To Anya
Always wondering what you would look like and who you would be
A piece of me, an extension of my own life
I found it
The meaning of life
Your neck, powerful yet delicate
I never want to let you go
Your smell, comforting and secure
Your innocent look at me, breaths life back into my day
Eyes that hide excitement and exploration
Perfect. In every way
Your warmth, your winsomeness
I can't wait for the next smile, the next reliant look
I'm there for you
Always
Dike Alaa Mm?? (Maka Chukwuemeka Ike)
Izunna Okafor dere ab? a
Gém gém gém gém!
Dùm dùm dùm dùm
Tìkó tìkó tìkó tìkó
Gbám gbám dùm dùm.
Ùgbòrò ab?? ka òkù na-akp? dike
? kp?? ya na nd?, ? kp?? ya n'?nw?
Ihe emegh? n'ízù, o mee n'?nwa
Maka na isi gbàá ah?, chaa áw?,
Nwa onye ?wa ga-azar?r? chi ya òkù.
?z? t?? n'ili dike
?ha mm?? na ?ha mmad? an? ísì ozu ya
Maka na ? na-ab? ekwe k??
Àmà agbaa.
? b? g?n? na-af???
Oke mmiri àtáálá n'udummiri
Ihe mèrè na Nd?keli?nw?
Oke mmad? ebuláálá akw?kw?
Gìdì gìdì gìdì
Kotìko dùm dùm dùm
Cha?! íbo èzéé n'obí ézè
Ebubedike alaa mm??
G?n? ka a na-ekwubèd? ihe a?
Chukwuemeka Ike àpàchiela anya
Eze Ndikeli?nw? ejebego obodo af?dobe
Izùtè nd? mb? na nd? ègèdè n'?hà mm??.
Ihe emee n'obi eze
? na-ab? ézè az? kakp??
? si òsìmìrì l?ta
Onye ije alakwúrú chi ya.
Chukwuemeka b? dike ?b?r? nk?
?kaibe n'?h?a edemede
?kamm?ta nwere ùgwù
Cha?! eze obi umeala alakpuo ?ra.
Ihe ala rìrì àkár?á
Ya d?ba, maka na ?wa a b? ah?a
Onye z?cha nke ya, ? laba
Chukwuemeka Ike lad? mma.
Kókó kókó tìkó tìkó
Dùm dùm kótì
Eze, ka mkp?r? obi g? zùru ike udo
?b?ch? nkw? ka any? z?k?? ?z? n'?hà mm??
Onye ije lad? mma.
O'DI EGWU
O' di egwu ihe anya na ahu
Odi egwu ihe isi na ebu
Onye ma mgbe oga ala
Onye ma ihe ga egbu ya
Madu ta, ozu echi na abia
Onye na nke ya na uwa oma a
O'di egwu ihe na eme na uwa a
Egbe na achu ego, mbe na achu ego
Madu ka ana aria, onye ma onye oma ya.
O'di egwu ihe anya na ahu
Uwa di egwu na nke ya
Uwa na eme ntuhari
Odikwa egwu.
Ag?? (hunger)
Izunna Okafor dere ab? a
Ch??? ch??? ka ? na-atà n'af?
Nw?? nw?? ka ? na-am? n'?kp?kp?
Ag?? b? aha ya
? kp?? ?gan? ? za g?
Ag?? b? echete ebeme
O nwegh? nne, nke o ji enwe nna
O nwegh?kwa ikwu na ibe
Ag?? b? aha ya
Ag?? amagh? nwoke na nwaany?
? hagh?kwà ?m?ntak?r? aka
Mere e ji akp? ya otii nwata n'ihu nne ya
Ag?? b? aha ya
Ag?? anagh? as? anya
Ag?? nagh? eme ihere
Ag?? anagh? as? ndo
Ag?? b? aha ya
?r?b? na-at? ya égwù
At?ngà na-agbara ya ?s?
Dike akp? obi na-as?kwa ya as?
Ag?? b? aha ya
Ag?? enwegh? ényì
Ag?? enwegh? onye iro
Mana ebe ?b?la ? bàtàrà
a ch??r? ya ihe ? na-eri
Ag?? b? aha ya
I mete ya enyi, ? ka nj?
? t? ya iro, ? ny?? g? anya
? b? oruf?r? be onye
Ag?? b? aha ya
Ag?? na-am?kp? mmad?
Na-eme nwata okenye n'akagh? aka
Ma ya onwe ya ad?gh? aka nka
Ag?? b? aha ya
Ag?? b? ?nw?nwà
Ag?? na-ete mmad? ure n'?ha
Ag?? b?kwa ?ranyere nwata anya n'ogwu
Ag?? b? aha ya.
? na-ad? ka ?nw? na-egbu ?hà
Mana ?nw? ekwegh? ewere ya
Kemgbe okike ?wa ka o siri kpaba ike
Ag?? b? aha ya
Kwashi?k? b? af? ime ya
?nya af? b? òghùghù ?m?m? nwa
N'ala ili ka ? na-akpdobe ike
Ag?? b? aha ya
Ag?? eriela ?t?t? isi
Mana af? ekwegh? eju ya
? b? nke e mere j?? oyi
Ag?? b? aha ya
Ag?? d? nj?
Ag?? d? n'ala any?
Ag?? ah?ala ?m? mmad? ?n?
Ag?? egbuo nd? a
Ag??...
Onye ebezina na uju na oga adinma
Onye echezina maka na echi nabia
di ime oweghi onye ma ihe oga amu
obu nwoke ma nwa nwayi oma
Jiri ndidi sowe uwa na oga adinma
Efi na eweghi odudu obu chi ya na
Achuro ya ijiji na ahu ya oge nile.
Onye ejila ugobe nke ndu ya na aka ya
Make uwa bu nke na akpa onye ya yo ba chukwu
Maka na emesia na oga adinma kpebere obasi
Mezie onwe gi emezi maka echi na abia abia,
Ifeoma di niro onye elela anya na azu.
Le ka umununu si agba egwu na elugwe
Le ka ndi ekwe na akopu onu ha nile
Lekwa ka elugwe na eluwa si buru enyi ugbua
Okuko na Efi na Mbe na akparita uka na udo
Maka na ifeoma ka ha nile nacho na uwa.
Ebezina na chukwu no nso
Ficha anya gi na ifeoma na abia
Ifeoma di niro, nke di iro ka nma
Ogazi amaka ejiri ya ago mmuo
Oweghi ihe na adigidi na eluwa
Mezie owegi emezi na oga adinma.
Forever who’s in my thoughts, she
Alas is indifferent to me,
And for someone else longs,
Whose heart elsewhere belongs,
And that someone in turn loves me!
Fie to such devious love indeed,
Scorn to my love’s lover,
And his love, scorn to her,
To Eros, to ways of Cupid,
And oh, shame to me so stupid.
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Translation | | love
Poet’s Note: Bhartruhari was a poet king in central India in the seventh century CE, who when disillusioned in love renounced kingdom and became an ascetic. Neeti Shatakam, a compilation of hundred verses on moral values was written by him along with Shringar Shatakam on romance, and Vairagya Shatakam on dispassion and renunciation. This verse is taken from Neeti Shatakam.
Yam chintayami satatam mayi sa virakta
Sa api anyam icchanti janam sah janah anya-saktah |
Asmat krte cha pari-shushyati kachid anya
Dhik tam cha tam cha madanam cha imam cha mam cha || 1 || Metre: Vasantatilaka
I left you here,
I never wanted to,
But greener pasture must I seek.
Ebezina akwa ifunanya m,*
I will be coming back soon.
I've travelled down to the mountains,
Driving like a wanderer in the desert,
Home skipped me as I moved hopefully.
If there are things I shall say to you, it
Shall sound thou: Afurum gi na anya!**
Do not look at me as a heartened,
I did it for love; our love.
We both have a blood that speak in us,
Leaving the shore of your land is
Never to be said to another ear.
Your eyes I remembered,
Shiny like the stars
Brave and elegant!
Shield in the heart of the gods.
Tomorrow shall I return to the eastern zone where thousands shall accompany you to the sky where you are made to stay and merry.
Saturday is the last flash of your teeth,
Sunday is the mirror of your skin,
Black,
Shiny,
The wrapper knotted on your waist
Is the brevity of the mother that I know.
When the food is shared,
When the home is no longer safe for your kind,
Come leave my heart; a home prepared for you.
The food of your heart remind me of Abba where
That great woman dwells with her art.
The call of your name shall be testimony to all.
Nnem amaka***
Shall I tell many I may meet on my way,
If there is any covering around your face;
The covering that tells your ears evil thought,
If there is home greater than you, I won't leave you, Nkporo; the embodiment of beauty.
I know you've been crying, I understand,
I know you've been weeping, but it ok.
I know you've been wounded, but your wound shall
I heal when I return home with the silver and gold.
Tell all runners of accusation finger that I have not
Abandoned my mother to the moth to feast on, no!
I only left her in the pleasant of my blissful eyes.
Tell all accusation fingers that I shall come back soon.
*Ebezina ifunanya- weep not love
**Afurum gi na anya- I love you.
***Nnem amaka- my mother is beautiful.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
When you aid another and leave a migrant to die in the sea
Then you're no better than a killer, read on to learn why, you'll see
"I'm dying! Save me! Save me!"screams a young lad
You're desperate to help, but you're torn between good and bad
Another voice yells! "Please come help! My child is going to die!"
You know this is bad, your heart does not lie
A young kid covered in blood staggers and faints right in front of you
All the stories you heard, they were true
The child's face turns blue
You don't have time to think and your human instincts kick in
And you do what your heart tells you, rescue
Hours later you've saved all three
Anya, Lukas & baby Annie
Kuch baat to hai usme, meri dost hai wo jo mere liye khas to hai
Anya ladkio se alag hai wo kuch usme abhinn andaaj to hai
Ek Sukoon hai usme jo apnapan mehsoos kara, ruh me sama jati hai
Pata nahi kyun uski har ek baato me ek sachai nazar aati hai!!
Uski dosti hai mere lie sathi, har musibat mein saath rhta hai
Meri khushiyo ka safar, use bataye bina adhoora sa lagta hai
Dil se juda nahi, par hai ye dosti ka atoot rishta gehra
Har pal uske saath, lagta hai kuch khaas hai yeh mera!!
Kisi apne ne hi kaha hai, ek dayre se niklo, bohot achhe humse v milenge
Par maine koshish nahi ki, kyun ki karib se dekha hai ki jamana bharam hai
Dil ko choo gaya hai, ek sachha rishta mere sath hai
Daayra chota ho gaya hai, jaha ek dosti ka asli parichay har yaado ka mohtaj hai!!
Ye dosti kuch aisa hai, jahaan roj baat ho ya na ho, par ehsaas hai saath ka
Jahaan no thank you, no sorry, bas zarurat parne pe hota hai yeh pyaara wada sa
Nazar na lage kisi ko, bas ek dar hai dil mein kuch purane risto ka
Dua hai ek ki dosti hamesha kayam rahe, har mushkil mein sath ka izhaar ka!!
Traditional Indian hair composition
of a girl gets attraction
being curly and long
and that's the criterion.
Inheriting my maternal gene
I was proud to have
this type and naturally
was granted to own beautiful hair.
Admired in my rural community
from very childhood boosting my vanity.
Finishing School got admission in City College.
Surprised to know that
most praise worthy modern style
is accepted when hair is straightened.
Being born and brought up in suburbs,
I neither have any idea about beauty parlour
nor could afford that much luxury.
My best friend Anya was habituated
to go for facial and new hair set up
at least once a month and every time
requested me to do once, just as a trial .
Yet I have never been tempted.
At last one day she offered a gift
for hair setting in parlour accompanying her.
But I took decision
not to get any obligation.
She assured, no question to oblige
It's her pleasure
Coz the parlour offers
her free gift for any friend
once a year,
as she is a regular customer.
This year she is choosing me.
I agreed : So a girl started to care my hair
After washing and drying she took one hour
to set my hair style -
After completion of setting hair
she held a mirror in front of me
making me totally upset.
I was stunned and shocked to see
my hairs are completely straightened !
I couldn't recognise myself .
I yelled in anger
' Why have you done this to me ?
My outstanding pride of curly hair
has been lost forever.
I never told you to do this.'
She apologized and said
'No modern girl likes curly hair.
It's her discretion to satisfy me.
But no cause of worry,
I will regain my natural hair composition
after a fortnight.
I was relieved after two weeks,
regaining my natural curly hair
in glaze and glare.
After that I never dared to visit a parlour.