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Anguslaz Anokwute Poem
What a phlox in you I find,
What a Rose Flower, oh babe:
Bright like early morning sun of xmas.
Succulent “things” like the rightly ripe pawpaw at my backyard.
Oh Babe what a beauty you are to behold –
Making gawping heads not able to eyes hold back,
Goggling eyes round whole streets turning in ogle –
Stupefying sensations sending down signals into phallic organs!
And can I contain this fire of desire?
Down my frame, too electrifying, feelings ductile,
And whole system holding spellbound, as in phantasmagoria,
A deep chill of early harmattan morning.
Oh Babe, I can see the fiery flies of love
In your luscious orbs flying, beckoning for a dear.
But can I be your bee? my sweet sixteen!
To your sweet red nipplenectars suck? like a suckling?
What a phlox in you I find,
Oh Babe, what a beauty you are to behold.
And can I contain this fire of desire?
Oh Babe, I can see fiery flies of love,
In your luscious orbs flying, beckoning for a dear,
Down my frame, too electrifying, feelings ductile,
Making gawping heads not able to eyes hold back.
What a Rose Flower, oh Babe:
Bright like early morning sun of Xmas,
Goggling eyes round whole streets turning in ogle –
And whole system holding spellbound, as in phantasmagoria.
But can I be your bee? my sweet sixteen!
To your sweet red nipplenectars suck? like a suckling.
A deep chill of early harmattan morning,
Stupefying sensations sending down signals into phallic organs!
Succulent “things” like rightly ripe pawpaw at my backyard:
Nwanyi oma, my sweet Asaba Queen: delicious Xmas stew,
I sing your conspicuous beauty, your deserving love: for am no philistine:
What a feeling too conquering to contend, aphrodisiac! –
A philter too difficult to contain, down my vein, my marrow!
Sweetie, I adore your fine phizog amatory. Wow.
A wonderful mien irresistible, cloud nine delirium tremens
Down my pliant spine killing ardour sent. Figure -8
What a towering pulchritude, a pleasant statistics!
Copyright © Anguslaz Anokwute | Year Posted 2011
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Babe, I tried to make me clearer
That very day, but you wouldn’t listen
Instead kept deaf ears to reasons
And rather looked the other way in dead silence –
Stiffnecked like lifeless mgbada.
Uloma, I have severally searched my mind
To know why, how, things got such sour
And the goodwills we shared in a flash dashed
To squander on the alter of what I know not
But am lost in whole thing, with no reason to find.
And so, here daily I stay to sulk
In the sorrow of a widow,
And in the loneliness of an orphan:
I dwell to lick my wound
To wonder when you come back to me –
Finding no reason to live without you –
Without hearing your fine voice –
Without seeing your beautiful orbs winked in love –
Without your sweet kisses that drove me crazy.
And I say, “ Uloma, where are you?!”
Babe, I tried to make me clearer
That very day, but you wouldn’t listen
Instead kept deaf ears to reasons
And rather looked the other way in dead silence –
Stiffnecked like lifeless mgbada.
Uloma, I have severally searched my mind
To know why, how, things got such sour
And the goodwills we shared in a flash dashed
To squander on the alter of what I know not
But am lost in whole thing, with no reason to find.
And so, here daily I stay to sulk
In the sorrow of a widow,
And in the loneliness of an orphan:
I dwell to lick my wound
To wonder when you come back to me –
Finding no reason to live without you –
Without hearing your fine voice –
Without seeing your beautiful orbs winked in love –
Without your sweet kisses that drove me crazy.
And I say, “ Uloma, where are you?!”
Copyright © Anguslaz Anokwute | Year Posted 2011
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You said you have, and I have not anything –
You are monied, and I am down and helpless
So let me alone to my fate to go
Away from you to my lonely abode
To on my lonely bed rest, and romance poverty
And sing her praises that is my newfound love
And enjoy to the fullest over empty laughs that never crossed teeth:
The world has treated me so.
You said you have, and I have not anything –
You are monied, and I am down and helpless
So let me alone to my fate to go
Away from you to my lonely abode
To timelessly dine and wine with poverty
On a tableless banquet of sad memories and sorrows
And sing praises to the one who brought me here:
The world has treated me so.
You said you have, and I have not anything –
You are monied, and I am down and helpless
So let me alone to my fate to go
Away from you to my lonely abode
To enjoy rest of mind in free sweet cry
And the rivers, Niger and Benue, flood with innocent hot tears
Of a man who knows not what next to do, where to go next–
The world has treated me so.
Copyright © Anguslaz Anokwute | Year Posted 2011
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It is love’s conquering and unavoidable call—
The enveloping aura, like veil, I feel.
What a rare creature, wonderful girl—
What a gem you’re, my damsel;
You’re my heart-throb, out of trouble—
A soothing balm deep in my soul;
In my heart, the joyous jingle—
Worries to dispel, and sour heart heal;
That things be peace-still.
You make my day whole—
Everything to lull!
You’re ever by me, that I don’t fall;
Pillar of courage, my heart all-time to steel
And fill, as I climb this life’s hill—
In all-things to achieve goal.
You’re my eyes’ apple,
My superlative love, my Garden Angel;
A succulent fruit, seemingly supernal;
My staple food, my best meal!
You’re a spring of hope, my joy made full—
Surely, cistern of honey, to my heart ever suckle.
Gal, to the One who sent you my way, I remain grateful;
As my ever-love I pledge not to renege: “I’ll be faithful”
Till death do us apart— nonetheless any gale!
Surely, together we’ll dwell, never to fail:
Whether in duet or duel,
Whether things be pale or well,
Whether anyone is ill or hale:
For nothing will against this love prevail!
Not e’en the gate of hell.
Surely, together in union, we’ll God forever hail—
Who will in peace keep us to dwell and do well.
Copyright © Anguslaz Anokwute | Year Posted 2020
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True love! figment, what a big imagination:
The love between David and Jonathan
Better imagined, today, than seen—
And that between Romeo and Juliet is a literary illusion.
True love is freely given—
It has a no “why” to interpret or explain,
And when a reason is found, it fades to wane.
True love is a commodity yet to be seen by man.
True love does not count,
True love does not hurt (or cheat?),
True love does not retaliate,
True love does not itself exalt (yes, boast),
True love finds no fault (: “for better for worst”),
True love finds no reason for deceit,
True love finds no reason not to be “straight”,
True love finds no reason for evil thought.
True love does not compete but compliments,
True love is not dormant, but on behalf of partner acts;
True love forgives and forgets past ills (not in regrets),
True love is unconditional in all things!
Love seeks out excellence, and rings it out—
Virtues to promote, and not frustrate;
Love does not hate, but always seeks to protect;
Love embraces in warmth and delight—
Not to embarrass, to dampen spirit.
Love accepts mistakes and partner’s views respect—
Not arrogant, to irrationally react;
Not to animosity or stupidity exhibit.
And I went me out in search of true love. But alas!:
It was neither here no there, rare as blue rose flowers.
True love is a commodity not existent in this universe.
It is an elusive illusive mirage in a lonely desert! Finis.
Copyright © Anguslaz Anokwute | Year Posted 2020
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