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Okenyehike Prosper Poem
OBSCURITY
I watched myself crash into the mud,
Through the obscurity I could see traces of who I was.
The reflection of the innocent punctual me,
Staring pathetically as my demons devoured me.
Those guilty eyes still craves for beautiful things.
My demons still knows how to care for it's desires.
I pondered aimless at the hands that held me subdued to do the unthinkable
I lay in the dust waiting to be blown away by the wind to a quiet place, where I can deal with the cruel compelling voices whispering and cheering against me.
With my mind, I wrote stories of victories yet to come.
Victories of me soaring away from my conflicting and divided being
To touch the moonlight that lay dormant anticipating my freedom.
I twitched my ear to the sweet whispers and humming of nature through the wild breeze, and the merriment of the trees, gave me something to dream for.
I sank deeper into the air
Was it in my thought?
Only time knows the history of how far I am determined to fight
While awaiting reality to set me bail from the unrealistic.
I stood, gazing deeply into the troubled and restless sea.
Although it was fierce and intimidating
But It was lonely and pitiful
Or was it my eyes of which it reflected?
My mind is exhausted and conflicted that somehow it fails to recognise fears of it's own.
I seem invisible yet the dangers recognise me.
I tore my skin, digging in to find clues that hid tactically, but still showed it's presence and existence
Why do I live a shadow when I can turn around and catch butterflies to add fancy?
My mind is happier, so i thought!
It can dwell on sweet memories of itself, while I turn to see ashes of burnt past that I wish were never born.
The heart, who knows can build it's own feelings and emotions but I, i am a slave that follows its compellation which I can neither obey or quit.
I can only add zest to my furrows and anger so I can supposedly call it a smile
While I sink speechlessly into the obscurity.
Copyright © Okenyehike Prosper | Year Posted 2023
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Hail to the magnificent blue sea,
The unlonely blue sea,
Wide and beautiful to see,
With all majestic lives beneath its foot,
Who knows your root?
Will not one concern himself with what his eyes see?
Or stand astonished as the waves fall,
Hugging and clapping with its magniloquent voice.
Oh! Most dominant part of mans history,
Who wouldest salute at your sight,
Or tremble to behold such a might.
Hail to the unconfined blue sea,
Bearing as countless beauties unimagined.
Even in your raging moments,
You display your shimmering glories.
Wouldn’t one jabber in a bid to appreciate your radiance?
As you help unravel the beauties of the sky,
Showing to the curious minds
the purity of the dazzling
Glaring nights,
And unconceal the moments
Of the twinkling of the stars
To the curious eyes!
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Okenyehike Prosper Poem
Bound under a revolving pain
Holding up my chin to prove am happy,
swirling up inside my own shell
haunted by the same feelings I held dear
Crying for relief as I dangle under the cliff of my own mind
Chained and buried in a sea of endless prejudice
I gasp under my hair,
Holding back droplets of tears that I wish
could just fall and set me free.
I disappoint my own self,
with every drop of tears, now an ocean.
With just a blink, my emotions are my enemy
One I will never rid myself of
And still, they never seize to negotiate with my actions.
The rain indeed hides tears,
The hours I wish they could just run freely
And comfort me.
I am my own stress, so I learnt, from the fragments of my wasted heartaches which grabs hold of my frail trembling heart
and pushes me back into thoughts I burnt and faded the ashes into the air
Could I be anymore crazier to crave for things that disrespect my feelings?
So I lay aimless in total surrender of feelings I cannot resist nor forget
Hope is my only friend; as I, my only nightmare!
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What good is the wave, if sails,
It awaits no means, destination.
What good is the tide,
If it rises and falls over sights of unpleasant expectations.
What good are words,
If it's origin comes from unproposed intentions.
For even, has man never danced from unplayed strings
Nor played from strings that cannot be danced of.
What is beauty,
If the beholder views from strays?
What is love,
If well known to man, remains unknown to him?
What will it be,
If time ticks randomly to unachieved desires?
For even a time enjoyed wasted is never wasted.
How do you make bridges?
Is it not by breathing while you have the woods behind?
Does not one path open a way for another?
So why does one need his ribs to make strings
When the twines are beneath his covering?
When life hovers over to inquire of you
Be sure to give it your best
For you cannot know
If your best can be best enough.
Copyright © Okenyehike Prosper | Year Posted 2023
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SADNESS
Sadness is as a burden of a whole City
And worry, a skillful hunter of the mind's happiness,
With nothing to enlighten, but tiny ignorant voices,
initiating desolation in my lost but reviving mind
And stirring a battle in my soul's calm.
But still, I see a glimpse of light, a ray of comfort, for if so, i shall embrace.
Hence, how will I unladen or quench of myself the roars that seek to rid me of my attentiveness, for if with my worries and doubts what shall be of me but pains?
So i reach out to the hands of nature's calm and earth’s comfort
For I shall plead to myself to find my own peace amid these fears.
Copyright © Okenyehike Prosper | Year Posted 2023
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