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Best Poems Written by Benson Chukwueke

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Nomophobia Breakdown

Dopamine release lingers
 with continuous touch of her fingers
caressing through its brightened face
so it opens up to her, in real time and space
in text, audio and video,
 in such a romantic tango

She loves to live in the screen world
lying there on the bed,  body curled
deeply engrossed as she gaze
 through these ever glowing blaze
her eyes tearing in joy, elated in laughter
unfazed even by the whining of her little daughter

And right there in the limbo
he lay beside her pillow
whispering to her, speaking love
making his move thereof
all the time seeking for her attention
but she could barely notice his intention
the craving to fulfill their nuptial vows
cos' her head is in the clouds
entrapped in virtual ecstasy
in a world of visual fantasy
her eyes tearing in joy, crowing in the course
of this intimate intercourse

For hours, going to a day
she has been this way
wanting to be left on her own
fooling with her Android Phone
browsing unlimited broadband
and neglecting her own husband

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Are You Traveling to Oron?

Are you traveling to Oron to be lost
In the mysteries and secrets of Ekpe, the Bermuda triangle
lban Isong, a land deeply rooted in the ocean
With queen of the coast, daughters of mermaid
Of the marine race inhabit this town

A man who visits Oron may never return again
He's forever lost, lost to his lust
The care and beauty of Oron woman hold him captive
Blinded by love
He may never find his way back 

As you look at the beauty of Oron woman, you're mesmerized
Her long hair stretches, dangles at the rhythmic witness of her hips
As she passes by, rosy cheeks cover her face
Her gray eyes with fleck of gold and brown
Shines like the eyes of a pussycat, 
with long lashes that often winks at your stare

Oron woman is elegant and graceful
Rich in jewelry and accessories
Her barn full of yams, cassava and dried fish
And she knows how to please a man
And make him stay awake all night
Eating hot yam with pepper soup

Oron woman make the best cook
When she prepares Otong
with fresh fish, periwinkle and Iwe Ekpang 
Boiled with water from Effiat-mbo river
The aroma so irresistible and beckons
That when a man eats, his head is captured forever

 Oron woman can go all the way to trap a man
And tie him down in her own house, on her bed
Not even the priest of the earth can set him free
Nor loose him from the bondage of love
For the man has been immersed in her cauldron, trapped forever

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Value for Life

When law and order broke down on the street,
And people run riotous, with no retreat,
Looting and destroying city's core,
Youth, in their recklessness, yearn for war.

But only those who've witnessed war's cruel face,
Can truly cherish peace and its embrace.
A youngster clamoring for battles to wage,
Knows not that war brings death and endless rage.

Until, suddenly, hundreds fall before your eyes,
And by a mere whisker, you escape demise,
A bullet spins past, grazing your ear,
And you question yourself, Am I still here?
Or have I gone there, into the great beyond,
Where souls depart, where life's thread is frond?

Then you pinch your cheek, to feel your own skin,
To confirm you're alive, and not a ghost within.
Only then can you truly comprehend,
The premium value of your life, and its precious blend.

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For This Cause

Demons hatched from isolated shell
Has brought down to us hell
Simple men with simple lives
Introverts, quiet and withdrawn
Summoned to fight this cause

Trained as suicide bombers
Bomb strapped around their own bodies
Airplane hijacked
They blew up the twin tower
Train stations, church cathedrals
Prominent, crowded places
where the next target

Terror is the weapon of warfare
To achieve this extreme ideology
Annihilation of the Semitic race
They saw this as a good cause
Worthy to sacrifice their own lives
This belief that their reward is in paradise
Seventy-two virgins and loads of purest wine
To enjoy in the life beyond
Allahu Akbar

So they reeled out the charter
The words spoken were fire
Which burned deep in their hearts
And flame up a greater jihad
For all infidels must pay the price
Those traitors who aligned with the Jews
Must lose their lives
Allahu Akbar

This is the spirit of Assyria at work
Evil powers in high places
With unquenchable thirst for human blood
Addicted to killing, destroying
And unleashing terror without respite

Now we began to negotiate with Iblis
To appease his proud pomposity
First, we offered back the prisoners
And ask them to release the hostages
We offered them crude oil, gold and silver
Anything we could give as exchange, we gave
But will they ever let go, I doubt it

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Another Midnight Massacre

All through wee hours of the morning
Laminga wail their missing persons, mourning
And the track road leading into Amurum forest
Stained with droplets of blood down the terraced
Searching into sunrise by Lafon river parts
headless corpses, dissected body parts
littered everywhere, now unidentifiable
As indigo chirps, tension grew so palpable

This was another midnight massacre
When men slept, this ambush occur
Bukuru have breached the truce
So all hell must be let loose
 We must return  to war
The young ebullient youth swore
To avenge the blood of their heroes past
Their Heart drumming so fast

It is war without end  
For this we can no longer pretend
Tales of indigeneity, hate fomentation
Passed down from generation to generation
In fighting a war of inheritance
Tens of thousands snuffed from existence
As senseless conflicts and retaliation
Have become their everlasting damnation