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Chukwuemeka Victoria Chiamaka Poem
Deep in dust
Lost in the swam
Drawn by the heavy wind
Crushed by the sun
Left alone to the dark
Left side, there's no hope
And no papa's touch
Then who?
Molded and melted in the truck of hope
And crying to be embraced in Mama's arm
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure
Lost to the days
Gold and jewelries
Pounds and money
Paper and books
Ink and inks
Lost to the night
The darkness of heart
The pounding of pestles
Embracing tomorrow's joy
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure
Flaws of the day
Blooming hibiscus
Running desires
so much to the chest
Neat folds of desires
Intent is thy needs
Placed on the brim of rest
And comfort to the soul it brings
Kiss the palm,
for that's all it needs
Rest thy head to the brim
And call in s new day
For blooming hibiscus
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure
Sun is for the day
Moon for the night
So as summer is for happy kids
And winter, tilling of grounds;
Hardened grounds
The hardness of grounds
The cracking of the tiller
Amiss, it goes to you
Tossing it to the back
And running away from today's pain
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure
Wine rub with wine
Magnet with magnet
Likes to likes
And odds to odds
But there's no good to this
The bubbling sound
Take a sip from the bitterness of day
Then, rumbling of the stomach
Sips and bubbles
Stomach and rumbles
The day is bitter
Deep dark is sweet
Big hugs like hammer
To console the day
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure
Ironing and straightening
Folded edges to what we want
Big jars,
Empty fillings,
Brushes and brushes,
No oil
Scripted step
For all is nothing
Fetching the anger that is never wanted
And swimming towards the ice till the day is come
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure.
Copyright © Chukwuemeka Victoria Chiamaka | Year Posted 2023
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Chukwuemeka Victoria Chiamaka Poem
Her gown flowed like a river,
Touching the floor with delicate grace,
Her skin radiant like porcelain,
Her beauty unrivaled by any face.
All eyes were transfixed on her,
Awe-struck by her divine light,
And even the greatest of beauties,
Seemed dull compared to her sight.
She walked to the front and roared,
"The meal is ready, come in,"
But three seats sat empty, a rout.
"Please serve us," cried the crowd,
She smiled merely with glee,
"Go to the guestroom," she said ,
"I'll serve it all to thee."
The men walked to the guestroom,
Where a feast awaited them,
A banquet fit for kings without kingdoms.
Then a knock pierced the air,
Shaking the hinges with its force,
And Interrupting their eating spree,
At the door stood men of honor,
The highest senates, one and three.
And in the midst of them, the president,
Gazed upon them with an intent gaze,
Desiring a bite of the meal's plenty,
Their gazes cast upon the food, amazed.
For their dignity was like dust in the wind,
Their minds, hallow shells unworthy of divine
grace.
"Enter, please!" she said, rudely,
And barred the door with her waist,
She cloaked and revealed what is to be kept
hidden,
The men stood, eager and hungry,
Ready to feast on what she'd bid.
Her beauty was like the sunset,
Flawless and splendid to behold,
Yet her hidden was one,
Just like a woman, whose looks are greater
than her age .
But from beyond, a voice came warning,
Of the truth that no one could ken,
'She's a woman of easy virtue!'
Having heard all these, was not ashamed
To show the men the forbidden,
For her shame has been sold in return for a
nut, withered and decayed.
Copyright © Chukwuemeka Victoria Chiamaka | Year Posted 2023
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Chukwuemeka Victoria Chiamaka Poem
In the midst of chaos,
Their voices cried out,
But their words fell silent,
And no one heard their shout.
The rain fell like tears,
Their hearts filled with dread,
And they stood in darkness,
With their souls so red.
The night was so long,
Their hope seemed so far,
They cried out in anguish,
But no help came from afar.
Copyright © Chukwuemeka Victoria Chiamaka | Year Posted 2023
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