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Best Poems Written by Afam Ugwuanyi

Below are the all-time best Afam Ugwuanyi poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Lackey

The young lackey cries
For the glorious achievements
That featured his past

His dreamy head flies
Daydreaming of contentment
That he's always last

His present is bleak
With overgrown overcoats
Torn beyond repair

His future is weak
Without the thousand banknotes
That makes life all fair

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Haiku of Random Thoughts

Clutching golden rings
The divorcees sign the end
Of a bad divorce

The stranger arrives
Grasping the death sentences
The locals refuse

Troops converge with drums
Signaling to the vultures
That prey has arrived

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To Emmanuel 'Mclean' James

I still sit upon the window looking on
Into nothingness and void all forlorn
I can't begin to even try to believe
That i won't ever hear you sing or jive
Everything that shone with your exquisite care
With you gone they seemed rusty and bare
Sometimes it feels like you never left
And I call out to hear my own heart cleft
Like Itachi I'm stuck at a crossroads wondering where
To go to the right where nothing's there
Or is it left where nothing's right
I wish you could scold me once again
And tell me not to talk so plain
I wish I could see you again
Your buddy here Ole Mclean


I mean I can't explain how good he was
Not perfect of course he had his flaws
Funniest part he didn't hide any of them
He argued after all he was from the system
He made me laugh and made me cry
With terrible jokes but many a pie
He was illiterate but made sure I read
At least three pages as I got up from bed
he always said I regret nothing
I've lived my life and seen my coffin
When no one else could take my side
He was for me my Nemean hide
He always said I believe in your dreams
Together we'll watch it flow like streams
I'd give anything to see you again
Your buddy here Ole Mclean

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What the Ghost Was Thinking

It wasn't like a dream
It was rather a scream
There wasn't any peaceful floating
Or victorious taunt and gloating
It was frightening and scary and red all over
Damocles dangling as the scythes hover
Everyone bawling their eyes out and
Watching me splattering on the sand
It was all gore and fury and blood and puke
It was crucifixion it was poor Luke
It was the ER with it's mangled victims
Of crashes and accidents and machine rhythms
IT WAS DEATH but it wasn't to me
As i cast aside my broken body
The only thing that wafted through me
Was the crazy fact that I was free
To watch them suffer for all eternity
Weeping when they knew I had leprosy
And would have died in coma and morose
Without hands, fingers or toes

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The Spook

Cold was the night when I sat down
The dimples on my cheeks were brown
When they're supposed to be bright red
The fear had gone into my head
I began scribbling with my pen
Words flowed out from that inky den
And danced with the flickering candlelight
Like Goosebumps tales told at night
Indeed it was a gruesome sight
Alone with ghouls of fear and fright
Stories were spewed and told again
Of wars, trust, betrayal and pain
of dragons, knights and leprechauns
And Chimera dining with djinns and fauns
Where Wellington cried Waterloo
And China hugged the Spanish flu
I was caught unaware that time flies
Caught in Anansi's web of endless lies
And bestial shapes spurned the papyrus
Groveled in oil exhumed from Cyprus
As Bucephalus crowned Archimedes
With the golden armor of Diomedes
The LNM stilled the North seas
The West, under siege from zom- bees
And the myth and magic of the ethereal
That mad, mad world, unseen for real
All came as one in blatant prose
There time and my pen both froze
The cosmos had let and closed the deal
The life surged to the inky seal
I felt a sudden chill down m'spine
Just at my door was Frank-in-stein

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The Street

The footfall of civilians
the screeching of the cars
The wailing of the siren
Perched on the ambulance
The blaring of the radios
issuing from the shops
The robbers fleeing oh no
At the sound of the cops
The droning of the airplanes
From the airport nearby
The beggar counting his gains
The baby and his cry
The greeting of my dear friends
and subdued side comments
Like a road which never ends
We wait for that moment
The sighting of an egret
When we all shout with glee
The call from the minaret
Street noise and its melee

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Why Programmers As Single As Told By the Programs Themselves

In the cages at the zoo they crowded around each other
A million milling from father to brother
All speaking in a babel a million languages
From clicks and keyboard clacks  to switches and bandages
A group is seen on a higher levee
They understand all, the interpreters you see
While some lower below compiles the dictionary
That translates to what is used by the assembly

A little farther around a table three Gs sit
they’re a python  a Ci and Jav a’ Script
Sadly they discuss an end to their spec-ial woes
And thus the weird discussion goes
We hear the Ci talking first wheezing (he’s old)
What do you think makes girls so cold
To us our relationships’ are no success
And that’s the principal source of distress
Well as for me a girl who can’t commit
(Python interjects) I can’t have here cos she’s a git
And by the way Ci you need to have some class
There are some social functions you should pass

(An argument ensues)
Well I’m not the one who treats them like objects
That’s why they hate you, the Ci interjects.
And Jav a’ Script forget all the hype
You really need to settle on a type
Jav retorts, You’re the ones behaving slack
When they leave you simply call them back
Console them too if they cry
Be prepared to catch them if they try
Ah yes the man who always rejects
The promises he promised, (Python interjects)

(A lull in the storm, they begin to examine others)
Assembly’s got to make himself understood
Most of what he says goes under the hood
Swift’s got to slow down and not dart around
and Vue needs to react to  their sound
There’s a theory I’d like to test
Says Python (although it’s half in jest)
If we work together as a unit
Then maybe we’ll be able to git one init?
And have mocha babies like Sinon no thanks
I’d rather throw myself on the express
Outside the cage the label reads
An endangered species with special feeds
Only pizza and soda strictly junk
For the whacky programmers inside this hunk
Sorry to say but you may regret it
Cause only programmers will read this and get it

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Conversation With a Dumb

It was in church (I'm Catholic by birth)
We had just finished the main part of the mass
By main I mean the Communion was already over
And we were into announcements
I brought out my phone to check my chats
When from two seats away he boldly tapped me

He asked me what my phone was
I replied Tecno Spark
Five he said
Higher I replied, it was eight
(All these was across my uneasy dad's lap)
(He was sitting in between us)

He asked me the price
Fifty thousand?
Higher I replied, it was eighty
He shook his head sadly
It's expensive He said
You should handle it with more care

Just at that moment, the final blessing
As we all stood up and his hand left my palm
I realized that he hadn't moved his lips
Which miracle was more true
That I had suddenly understood sign language
Or that I had a conversation with a dumb

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The Bag of Stones

The boy stood weary by the river
his head throbbed with the fever
Out of want and nothing to do
He spied the bag half buried 

It seemed as though a boy before
Had left his toys from the days before
he dug it up, a bag of stones
And one by one he amused himself

Catch, ayo skip the river and 5 stones
He even enacted a Game of Thrones
And one by one the river his friend
Amused him with ripples and splashes

At last he trudged away weary and worn
He knew not that he wouldn't see the morn
All he thought was of the joy in his heart
And the little games the ages had left him

The man bragged with his friends and comrade
It's by the river, he cooed and bragged
The finest you could ever see all time
Yeah, but it was the finest

He stood in shock oblivious to sneers
Sneers that metamorphosed from cheers
He hurled curses thunder and fire
He cried and screamed, who did it

Back home the boy's dad wore a face
So gaunt it  cut through the racist race
He watched his son the pain so hot
That it would be the last before kickin

The doc tried. he even shed a tear
He was just there to back their fear
And they watched him slip into the night
The old man still cursing who did it

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Just Another Message

Mama was going to be very busy today
(very busy cos it was Saturday)
There were jobs and work to do 
Piles of clothes and washing too
Usually she would be preoccupied
And the children will have a day not fried
by “What are you doing” or “Get off that Swing”
or “Stop that playing and make that bell ring”
Those jerky and crazy stuff they’d do 
Or make us do now i’m confused
So anyway the soap was out
Used up in her laundering bout
And she pointed a crooked finger and said
Jimmy , "Two Ariel One peak milk, six Joy soap and bread"
Poor Jimmy could only stare and mope
And she spit on the floor and she cried
Make sure you’re back before that's dried
And she tossed some  bills and turned her face
And poor Jimmy began his roundabout race
Chanting
"Two Ariel, One peak milk, six Joy soap and bread"
"Two Ariel, One peak milk, six Joy soap and bread"

For a while the going was understood
he took short cuts the going was good
Then he met old Olaf by the door 
And stop to greet him but only swore
Now I've messed it up. Which is what?
Is it three joy soap or bread I thought
(And he confused his poor brain the more)
Now it was "Three bread, six Joy milk, and Ariel flour"
Thankfully Mallam Habib’s shop was by the corner
Though Jimmy didn’t know it , he was a goner
He stumbled breathlessly, "I need these
Two Ariel One Joy, and three Peak peas"
Habib stared at him and held back a guffaw
Nevertheless he took the money and then he saw
Written in tiny and clear print, it firmly said
Give him "Two Ariel, One peak… bread"
Jimmy was so thankful "You’re so kind
how do you even y’know read my mind"
"But what’s the fun if I told you
Run along you have a job to do"
Jimmy snapped and sadly cradled his behind
Of course he knew the spit had dried
And if there was anything Ma was good at
It was spanking with a baseball bat