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While thunder rolls over the scene:
lightning bolts, ignite tinder trees.
Plummeting drops douse the ground fires:
but, torched by cinders, the trees' crown.
Suety smoke inks ebon clouds;
while thunder rolls over the scene.
Terrified of loud thunderstorms,
critters flee the stench of burnt wood.
Strong gusts morph into swirling winds
lofting plumes of hot embers high.
While thunder rolls over the scene,
molten lightning lights up the sky.
Dwindling fuel feeds fire's demise;
when the wind shifts upon itself.
Forest fires die out over time,
while thunder rolls over the scene.
Lofting
Under a
Slopping roof
With special
Purpose.
Looking
Up towards
An upper story
Past the slope
Of the face
Of your head.
Lofting
With you
My armored hero
With whom mystic words
Are spoken.
To whom's
Tender weapon
I am open
In this atmosphere
Of wonder.
Aloft
So high
My soul's
Been driven.
Exploding
With depth
Charges
Under siege
With little
Coaxing
As mysterious as ever.
Aloft
Go
My sweet surrender.
That no incantation
Can summon.
As i watch
You stand with
Dignity and character.
Wanting you
Like no other.
There
Are places
I remember.
Lists and chats
With tales of
Angels, angst and fire.
Alternate universes
With unknown
Destructive powers.
Of all of those
I love you better.
Peering from Behind the Plume
A verbal sketch by Martin Braun
June 15, 2020
Peering from behind the plume
witnessing my brethren lofting from ethereal vapors.
Who shall share our divine song?
Not I!
Who shall sit on the right side, with you at my left?
Not I!
Look below, their gaze is transfixed on my wonderous down,
and enchanted by my song.
Holy, holy, holy I shall sing, not for God,
but for vanity that harmony my voice doth bring.
Laced with apples that you desire,
I serenade the Gospel entwine with earthly eloquence,
and lick your lobe evoking emotional undulations from head to toe.
I seduce you in God's own house, not for His glory but my own,
for it is my desire to sit up high, on the thrown.
Let the world burn, what do I care.
From the ashes, I will rise, from their dispair.
And your lives, I will surely protect,
who else will remain for my worship and pay their debt?
Liars
Looking and staring
Singing and lofting
So agile and charismatic
All for the essence of the belly.
I've built mansions
And own exotic cars
But in reality a pauper
The honour is just for a moment but expires
He assaulted or raped me
But in reality snubbed a frequent advances
Making an innocent to suffer an unjust cause.
There's nothing done without rewards.
I love you
You own every part of my life
Without you I can't breathe
We're destined to be married
Yet several abortions are gone to your credit.
We serve a living God
And our church was built on the center of the holy spirit
But a corpse was buried as part of the foundation
And several abortions are to the credit of the Pastor.
All have rewards and will soon be made known
Sweet is their voices
That one will have no choice but to buy
Cos they're respected with ovations
As they build Castles in a minute
But in all truth they lack ideas.
Liars don't fade away
But their integrity is zero
Rich and well respected
Yet they have no life.
Come over and hear my plight
How best it is to be truthful?
You may be in want without honour
But you have life
Liars are the prodigals of truth
Whose lives are channelled on their talks
Do they know the Bible?
Hope they'd learned from Ananiah and Saphirah.
What a World!
By Izunna Okafor
Tears roll down my cheeks
Beholding the palm tree I tapped
From his knowledge of blue ink
With a bow, lofting off a huge gap
What a World !
Our intellectuals have all died
And the vase of wisdom dried up
The siege of our dear unbounded hist
Dusked and whisked away in a rueful tomb.
What a World !
In silence has the nature laid hold
Of the man I cherish so bold
Parting him behind our physical ears
And boiling us in the pot of rueful tears
What a World !
The wave blew aloud like a ruse
Kidnapping attentions as a tale
Only to jail some minds in her rue
Blinking as sorrows in the eyes of men
What a world !
We never expected an untimely departure
But that has reposed our penner in a mellow
For the time of men is tied to the nature
And our tears for the dead a show of sorrow
What a world!
The death has struck deep down our marrow
And incarcerated us to the jail of sorrow
We wail not that he was not old
But beside us lies an empty hole
Who then will satisfy our thirsty souls
What a World!
About the Poet:
Izunna Okafor is a Nigeria novelist, poet, journalist, essayist, publicist, administrator and an Igbo Language Activist who hails from Ebenator in Nnewi South Local Government Area of Anambra State.
He writes both in Igbo and English Languages, and has published enormously in both.
Izunna, a graduate of the Nnamdi Azikiwe University, is a recipient of over twenty literary awards, and has five published books to his credit, in addition to his online publications, which cut across Journalism and Creative Writing.
Contact Details:
Phone Number: 08163938811
E-mail: [email protected]
So, what does Nature
and Her Winter suggest?
that death is but a sleep
before a refreshing showery
sunny new awakening
that each resting kernel of being
is a blossom again to come forth
perennials of form with lofting
scents and beguiling evolving
textures
no soil can ever fully contain
nor rising smoke of briers
be anything less than Freedom
Breaths released
seeking dawns of experience
souls en-route to still ampler bliss
having been de-shelled
freed from stifling encumbering filters
I think Winter as much the good messenger
as it is the Grim Reaper
I think Winter as much the cold and still
as it is the ceaseless heart of birthing
warmth
flakes of color never straying too far
from their green leafy patterns
we travel inherent veins sensing our
own blood pulsing there-in and out
blushing and unfolding fond ripeness
every flower brought forth
a new universe
to freshly sniff and dream
every bee and speck of pollen
an extender-finger pointing toward
an even greater God
Tis' timeless this cathedral green
A constant play of exquisite transition
Lofting tribute with flawless composition
Unerring to the senses embellished serene
Above the hushed and restful peace
The thunderous water speaks aloud
And falls like torrents from Neptune's cloud
Transcending its glorified masterpiece
The rushing fierceness of cascading stream
Like the mother lion's roar of wrath
That nothing in the wake shall be spared in its path
Tumbling into the steel mouthed rock strewn ravine
Its majestic, profound, and enduring footprint
Flows past the lushness of its own genesis
A Shangri-La, a Utopia, a perfectly blended precipice
Crashing far below while vaporous breath escape in its ascent
And below in the placid quietude be still
The calming pool of water's mist imbues
The harmonious state of rainbow hues
In the midst of doves of gentle will
Ah! So soft it speaks in its gentle din
Enfolding gratitude in our hearts
To be mindfully given for peace doth impart
The beauteous wonder of nature therein
September 19, 2019
A simple scene a nestling seeks the comfort of the night
to lay enthralled, engrossed, in memories of past days,
the nectar drawn from rivulets that run past blackened lash.
A lidded eye roves left, then right, as if it’s been betrayed
a corner tick, a slight knee twitch, odd choices now made.
The blanket once a comforter now twists so very tight.
A falling dream, a horrid scream, yet no land's in sight.
Bloodless body, writhe, heave, callout, nobody's home
your casing calls, umbilicus, umbilicus, reel me down.
A flying lift of breeze ‘neath hips, a lofting, oh so, high,
brings soul to ground with sighing sound within the dream,
entranced, aroused, the coming light, the end of night, wake.
First Published in Sweet Dreams and Night Terrors 2013
Remembering the sky
yesterday,
the blueness in color,
warm winds bringing back
times of summers
years ago.
Clouds lofting above,
as if passing through
another time.
When I'm down,
I'd like to hitch a ride
on a cloud.
Taking me up and away,
floating above my
troubles,
putting me away from my
enemies