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By Izunna Okafor
Oh ye the sun
Why have you been stubborn like son
Consistent in gazing at ground
Endlessly waxing around the town
The ground is as though as husk
But you never consider the gross of dust.
Why have you always unleashed your anger
Treating your people as though we are stranger
Have you forgotten your mandate to the man on earth
To the extent of being a straw to uproar his thirst
Oh the sun when will you dismount from us
Thy wicked eyes of drought and blocks
Thy hotness of thy eye is severe to man
And the warmness of thy time has defied the land
You cool a hand with liquor
But beat a man to stupor
Your good works are never rejected
But your hook ones are ever dejected
You dread not the men
And you fear not the rain
Punching out the rays to the cloud
And mulching out the blaze to the crowd
A pregnant woman you spare not
Not even a new baby you spare wrath.
You make a giant a lazy man
And rename a Goliath a baby man
Oh the sun when shall ye retreat
And remove thy bricks along the street
The calves of men are now like blades
Crushing the earth as ruin abrades.
Our body is now at stake
Just as our colour is now mistake
Your dryness is never to quench the quake
But to bring the earth to thirst and quake
Oh thy sun I beseech thee to leave the earth alone
Your mandate to man is to bring the earth to growth
And not to bring the earth a groan.
Thus we appeal thee the sun
Dismount thy host from men and go.
About The Poet:
Izunna Okafor is an award-wining creative Young Nigerian Novelist, Poet, Essayist, Journalist, Editor, Translator, Publicist, Igbo Language Activist and an Administrator who hails from Ebenator in Nnewi South L.G.A of Anambra State Nigeria. He writes in English and Igbo languages, and has published enormously in both, nationally and internationally. Izunna has received over 25 awards, and has over 800 articles published online.
…Before: DIZZY INDEED
Afflicted… ailing due to drug addiction
Bum he had become
Chained to conceit’s cage
Dysfunctional driven by delusion-dizziness…
-----Now: DIZZY NO MORE
Enveloped by God’s love enormously
Freed from addiction fall toward faith’s flight
Guarded with goodness grace
Hoisted along heavenly hope…
Instilled with the Saviour’ righteousness-imputation
Joyous new creation* he experiences midst jeering judgment
Kindness showing with Christ’s keeping
Love of the Lord sharing; leading others to His light.
*2Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
September 3, 2019
3rd place, "Bring a character to life" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 9/7/2019.
Capsulate, wrenching wore around the nook
Never asked to swing her lips and hardness hook
A scary flood of fumes, fire her tears
And the invoice innocence of her beats
Enormously resonant as the dark dirt
Self-like a famished, fainted convert
Echoes the intensity of despair, she oftenly hides
Yet, quietness and lowliness wove at every side
She the rose’ pearl, mourns with an unbearable bow
Vulnerable Bones, cracked beats, and broken hurls
Yet, the prayer’s mat, where she cures and curls
Heaviness altogether haunts her innerness
But, believe her brilliance, vanishing faintness.
This potpourri is a redolent of our sweet memories
When you and I happily shared our love under those deciduous trees
Those fragrant petals and autumn leaves were gathered for you to keep
Bear in mind that my love for you will never fade; but, it’ll run so deep.
You will always be in my thoughts while I’m away
When I’m in the battlefield, you’ll always be in my heart to stay
You’ll be the source of my valor, strength and hope to be alive
You’re the only reason why I always dream to survive.
I’ll always remember those blissful moments when I’m with you
You always prepare my breakfast - one of the sweetest things you do
In our dining room, before you serve the meal for me
Center table is adorned with our sweet potpourri.
Oh, how lovely to see you one morning upon waking up
Your beauty I adore is celebrated outside in musical chirrups
In your beige hat, nice dress in billowing skirt with petticoat you wear
With your sister, those sweet potpourri – you lovingly share
Dining room was entirely filled with a morning grace
When sunshine peeps through the window pane, I see a glow on your face
An enlightenment I feel, for I know your melancholy soon to vanish
When the curtains wave, I’m here my love -- don’t feel any anguish.
The picture of you, I paint it enormously in my mind and heart
When the sky dims, it will be my only hope to look at
As every bit of tiny leaves and petals dispel their fragrance into the air
Inhale and feel deep in your heart my everlasting love and care.
June 9, 2013 5. 10pm
Note:
This is a poem dedicated to George Dunlop Leslie. He is really one of the great painters. I admire him and I’m so impressed with his awesome paintings. I thank our dear friend, Isaiah for sharing him with us /me and his works. He truly inspired me to write this poem especially by one of his paintings, Potpourri. I imagined myself as the lady on his painting. i: )))))
First Place
Contest: Any Poem Goes
Judged: 6/19/13
Sponsor: Poet Skat
Second Place
Contest: George Dunlop Leslie (Choose a title from one of his paintings)
Judged: 6/17/13
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
That "first glance" is which I will never forget in my life.
It was the first meet whence those attracting
attaching amusing eyes locked mine.
Stealthily hypnotized and made me fall
captivated to his smiling striking swallowing eyes,
stole my heart generously and shielded me inside.
Gradually progressing & processing with
distinguished peachy romanticism:
sighting,nurturing,nourishing,
provisioning,kissing,hugging,
punching,tweaking,fighting,
patting with lightings...love endures enormously.
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly
demanding immeasurable unite.
12-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Second place in the Contest.
Note:*I will never forget..poetry contest*
Sponsored by Silent One
Earthy mortality of the
Mind in unhealthy hues
As heavenly immortality of
the soul ensues
Into a world’s region of
purity and eternal
Being banned to a timeless
realm so carnal
Inevitably it’s doom
apparent consequence
Evident demising itself as
useless commonness
Destroying expression
exertion to paralyze
A longing for grace and
redemption realized
Filled with so much hate,
disgust and hostility
Selfishness unable to
grasp humility
Bigotry a landscape seeded
with venom
Untruthful lies only picks
up momentum
A heart filled with jealous
animosity
Regardless whatever the
correct policies
Irresponsible political dialogue
fuels fire
Apparent some hold
unreasoning desire
Commenting showing their
very weakness
In unbelievably wordy yet
such cheapness
Hatred unseats instinctive
consciousness
Origin of jealousy and envy
which is bottomless
Comparatively little empirical
attention paid
Enormously a multiform
not easily swayed
Interwoven malignant attitude
deep human sin
Dark undercurrent, as
hostility encourage begin
Hate Begets Hate! It’s
an endless secession
Revealing awareness in
a regrettable expression
Carrots for breakfast, carrots for lunch, Carrots for dinner, crunch, baby, crunch.
What are your immediate feelings about soup on a plate?
Vegetable and broccoli potato are both well worth a wait.
Don’t gag on the mushrooms,
You big ugly buffoons.
Crunch them up meticulously slowly, and good luck,
Don’t be afraid of disease, though they’re grown in the muck.
Pudding for dessert,
Who would, you blurt.
Oh, sorry, I mean, what’s that you say?
You could eat pudding any ole’ day?
Enjoy your leisurely dine,
And eat your pudding refined.
Chocolate, caramel and pistachio.
They are all stirred up warmly nice and slow.
Delicious delicacies on paper is a poet’s go-to write,
Everyone loves to think about taking an enormously tasty bite.
Spaghetti, pizza, meat loaf too.
All main dishes for me and you.
Hamburger, egg salad, smeary and good.
I’d eat it all up and be completely satisfied if I could.
love, spring, and death
it was spring, late April, snow thawed and sun-warmed
winter cold faces, I was 18 and in love
the object of my desire was a bit older than me, (which
my mother never failed to point out)
were going to visit her father who had a small farm near
a town that had no rail link we had to go by bus the part of the way; back then there were many buses
The day was brilliant as the bus tugged its way on a narrow road near where they were moving a small mountain to give more space when a couple of large stones fell onto the road and the driver stopped
He got out to remove the rocks, and as he bent down to move the rocks aside a big piece of the mountain fell and he was squashed, his feet were sticking out and they weren't moving
Back then there were no mobile phones only landlines
and eager people went looking for a farm that had a phone farmsteads didn't have phones.
Seeing dead so close up and the girl clinging to me made me enormously horny thinking this was befitting of me to feel that way.
We got off the bus and went to find a place with bushes and trees so as not to be seen from the road
we made love quite noisily frightening rabbits and foxes and later we sat on the trunk of a fallen tree.
She was crying in the memory of her mother who had died a few years ago, I hadn't anyone near to cry for except my gran father who had been a confectioner
who as they said made exceedingly good cakes but he had died before I was born.
After the crying was over, we smoked cigarettes and
soon we were at it again.
I have been told by those whose profession is to know
such think, in times of upheaval and drama people tend
to make love a lot.
Pig Patty Plop ran into the Laundry mat,
From the awful butcher she was hiding.
Tired, busy mommy was taking some shirts out,
Bubbles hit the floor, and Patty was soon sliding.
She tried to hide under a young child's chair,
But the child let out an enormous scream.
She jumped into a white plastic laundry basket,
But her enormously fat posterior was not clean.
An apron-ed butcher walked in and glared around,
A maniacal man, holding his butcher knife.
On a cell phone we called the police in town.
and they arrested him, detectives from vice.
The pig was hailed a hero, and honored in the town hall.
Saving the rest of the crew from a butcher, deranged, was he.
As a prize for saving the rest of the patrons, eleven in all,
She was allowed to take a spin in washer number thirty- three
JUST CHOOSE PRAY DAILY LEAVE EVERYTHING ELSE TO GOD
Don't complicate your life.......
Live simply, love enormously
Be excited for God and the life He's given you
Just be true, choose love not hate
And don't be late.. but it's OK...
So when you've done all that you could do
And nothing else seems to do.. just choose...
Pray daily, leave everything else to God
Serve faithfully, be earnestly....
Speak truthfully
Pray daily, and acknowledge the Lord our God
Always
Just be true, choose love not hate
And don't be late.. but it's OK...
So when you've done all that you could do
And nothing else seems to do.. just choose...
Pray daily, leave everything else to God
Don't complicate your life.......
Live simply, love generously
Be excited for God and the life He's given you
Just be true, choose love not hate
And don't be late.. but it's OK...
So when you've done all that you could do
And nothing else seems to do.. just choose...
Pray daily, leave everything else to God
3/8/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018