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green as foliage’s in the sun;
Beauties are forever.
resplendent as the constellation
of stars,
Sunshine's are gems, rare;
of creatures divinely clayed.
hues of gold,
scents of tulips.
the charm, of a river nymph
fleshed-up in the graces of
heaven - Sublime.
angels are known and felt before
the tick of one second;
You are one,
a flower with the big heart
and though few the times together,
your peacocks are largely pronounced as the
fascination of your name – NGOZI
Glow.
Rise.
And twice the span of
four decades and five,
Fly in wings swifter than the eagles
for your stars have a thousand lights.
* Ngozi is an Igbo name that means "blessing".
(In praise of 'Ngozi Ochei; a beauty at 45, and still counting)
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IGIRI Victor
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Emerald
Nmeri,
leaves of green. rose in red.
this star, twinkling white.
you are nature's rainbow who
paints her children with the colours of life.
Nmeri,
paint me red. paint me green.
In a nutshell, paint me with the pigment
of your skin for on its shell is Africa:
black, beautiful and bright.
with you is a lean distance to the sun,
Nmeri
for with my eyes I behold
the delicacy of your greenness;
newborn like foliage,
magnetic as the constellation of stars,
more frantic than the fineness of wine,
and with your crescent is a motif of our love divine.
with you, I know no war
be it The first or The second
or another to rise for with peace,
I go Dutch in beds.
scared? I am yours, now a saint you savor
and tomorrow, of this same coin and not of blacks
you will know, I pledge.
Again I take this oath, green Jewel;
So long as the air is your life;
water, the root of your blood;
and land, the rock which keeps us from sinking,
with you is forever a walk one framed.
Nmeri,
every time thinking of one pearl valuable
than gold I find none but You
and with you will come admirations
not only on Tuesday's paradise
but on the pendulum's wings.
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The tides will ebb.
The moon will go.
This culture is not ours forever.
"The wind will cease to blow"
The mountain shall come low
And these vacations sure, will be over soon.
This culture is not ours forever
No. The merry glees shall return
And These silences shall wither
Yes, this plague will pass
And we shall walk no more six feets apart
Nor find freedom again in solitude
For the earth is only green
When we shake hands
Play and beer hand in hand,
Sleep, walk, shout
and be humans together
This virus is only a Pilgrim.
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a wreath of roses, seductive.
gratifying as fine wine,
when faded from the lips
and nectarous symphonies die,
reverberates in the hearts
its scents, long a dweller; a sacred pill
for brokenness,
a muse for ecstasy
The refrains - pervasive in the air,
land, and water;
This gift from the gods.
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