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Emmanuel Umeji Poem
Night came harvesting our sights
into his basket of darkness
at the same time, the once drizzles on our roof
had turned into a rainstorm
putting a period to the work of all nerves and eyes for the day —
this is a perpetual habit of humans
when it is dark and heavily drizzling.
in this case, I can’t say the same to the pilferers
whose planet I think bears the water strokes of rainfall
our night is a morning to them as if they are bats—
keeping all night long
they crawled to the top of our towering gate
as geckos crawl on walls
and sneaked into our compound
like grass-snake sneaks under grassland
and did away with everything their eyes touched,
behind our shut eyes, shut ears, and snores
how they crossed over our towering gate again
with all they took
was all they left behind as a question
for us to respond after getting out of bed.
Copyright © Emmanuel Umeji | Year Posted 2023
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Emmanuel Umeji Poem
If the universe is a star
I could see from my windowpane
at the speed of light,
I’d know the momentum
of how it rotates and revolute;
I won’t be a victim of its hazards.
Copyright © Emmanuel Umeji | Year Posted 2023
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Emmanuel Umeji Poem
As childhood days wax into history,
Adam and Eve’s sacred parts haired,
when Eve’s chest swells
and Adam’s voice roars like thunderclaps,
now is the dawn of their full bloom.
Here, Adam and Eve get
ridden in the train of love,
in a rocket of paradise,
and sometimes bumps into heartbreaks—the hurdles.
We will birth young us,
like the soil birth new trees
life is a spinning wheel.
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Emmanuel Umeji Poem
There is a vendetta of thoughts going on within me
But how do I air it out?
I fear if I may orate it, not all might give me their ears
If I may scribble it, not all might scroll their eyes over it.
How do I say all the things within me?
Then I let go of these lucid words into the air,
Off-minding who cares or doesn’t.
My sole aim is
For the world to hear my voice.
Say I’m a bard learning to soar high into the sky
Say, I’m a crescent growing to a moon,
To cheer the cheerlessness of nights
Say I’m water rooting for a path to reach firestorms
And quench them
Say I am a star giving out lustrous glints.
Copyright © Emmanuel Umeji | Year Posted 2023
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