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Chidozie Uche O. Poem
The Storm
Lily disappeared in one hardened season,
Her innocence drugged inside a container from Lagos to America,
Dumped into a whore plantation
Where the hugs of men are colder than the bottom of Antarctica.
Neighbours mutter in their sleep:
Daisy disappeared too, for the same reason.
Coming like rain, soft and lush,
These maidens returned wearing seductive smiles,
To refresh men who rarely eat vegetables,
Flooding their fantasies with foreign fakegasm.
Good girls gone wild, selling death through their outlets,
Infectious love cloned into emotional tablets,
Where immune systems surrender to colonies of STDs,
Leaving our ancestors rummaging through thicker forests of herbs.
Obituaries are no longer a shock.
They could not find a cure,
But they found timber for coffins.
Uche Chidozie Okorie
Copyright © Chidozie Uche O. | Year Posted 2014
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Olympus
Built from the milky flame descending from the Potter's nebula,
Forming a colossal pyramid,
Here dwell the labouring mothers
Of human destinies, fine-tuning the vast fields of raw imagination through the ages,
Shaping the celestial elevation we cherish as civilisation.
How did we defile the holiness of heaven,
That your hailstones pound our rusted roofs,
And drag our habitats deeper into Hades
By insatiable quakes?
Olympus, devouring our peace of mind
With air raids and precision strikes,
Annihilating a generation before a womb can conceive,
Clouding every morning with the thick smoke
Of war's ballistic cigarettes.
O Olympus,
You were a saviour yesterday
And a murderer today.
Uche Chidozie Okorie
Copyright © Chidozie Uche O. | Year Posted 2013
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Second Coming
They have stretched their eyes beyond three hundred million miles,
expecting to find only scarecrows,
as if everything about me comes masked in rage.
Like the clearest breeze bypassing the smart filters of their noses,
I will intoxicate their beliefs,
breaking down the dry bones
of those who doubted my melanin.
I am soft as stone
and hard as harmony.
I will fine-tune the crescendo of their confusion
until they learn to catch love without clenched fists.
Sorry for sounding metallic;
I heard your parents pampered you with plastic palms.
Copyright © Chidozie Uche O. | Year Posted 2012
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To whom it may concern
The tick-tock never wait
The worst will come no late
Sprouting from all corners, holy end
From west to east and back, wave counter-espionage with mask of fiend
Who waters war ever growing seed, rest in his castle with Chateau D'yquem's bottles,
While underdogs of the world, crouch as their heart beat rattles,
Mayday with burning fuels like volcano, mustn't be frightful
The hand that mould nuclear so faithful.
Seekers of peace, hardworking, they add more to the over-populace figure of land of dead
Activist might know, they intervene with dying plead,
Hope, little like mustard, the rest of the world turned slaves to fear,
This I know, death is very easy, I tune my Lear,To babysit my day,
For, sorrow is the gold the earth got to pay We will die, never to die again.
Copyright © Chidozie Uche O. | Year Posted 2012
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WoodWork
I am going bald,
because summer has come upon me with clippers.
My hair is burning and breaking
like a wasteland.
Spills cover my face,
anointed with hydraulic fluid and oil. I store death in my lungs,
breathing out carbon monoxide.
Don't curse me
when I lose my tenderness,
wearing away each year, bearing neither flower
nor fruit to feed even the flies.
The chainsaw ravages the forest.
If I fall, I will be as good as wood.
~ Uche Chidozie Okorie
Copyright © Chidozie Uche O. | Year Posted 2012
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Me like a speck in the gizzard of mother earth,
Sitting coldly, my short time, waiting to be grind,
Didn't I wear any power? embracing odd of all unpleasant kind,
My faith like dry pumpkin, hanging on top of grandma's hearth.
I watch the cloud go crazy, but can't scold,
For, am already drenched more than a Hippo in the sea,
The sun stings like bee,
For, it has been tortured, upon me to grow cold.
Jokey dance of wilful whirlwind,
My fearless heart, before me zoomed away,
Maybe declared in this garden, to be king only " in the castle of my mind"
For, builders of earth now the cruellest aliens fighting my kingly way.
Whether, am only a lusty dust, waiting for soil tribute, to pay,
Jehovah himself has the final say.
Copyright © Chidozie Uche O. | Year Posted 2012
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Monumental Epistle
Rocketing towards the sky, my feelings arc over the riverbank.
O gravity, where is your force?
I reverberate inside my spacesuit
Against unfriendly Fahrenheit.
I could leave the earth behind the horizon,
If not for you.
If not for you— Dangling tulips on the slope of a flourishing hillside, Sheltering the insects,
While birds poke around
The haystacks beneath Afro-Moringa trees,
As the waves announce my footsteps.
I smile softly Before the squirrels steal the colour of my teeth, Cracking palm nuts Beside leafy greens.
I will be here for a long time,
Longer than Methuselah can recount his days,
Washing the stains of a weary race with fog,
Dancing to the gentle song of the morning wind,
Spreading grace and not lice.
May our wishes remain pure, That one day we may walk On the plaited hair of roses and lilies,
And write our epistle With wine, not wrath.
Uche Chidozie Okorie
Copyright © Chidozie Uche O. | Year Posted 2015
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Smile
I am still smiling.
No lottery won.
No jackpot uncovered.
The early morning wind caresses my cheeks,
And I feel loved once again.
~ Uche Chidozie Okorie
Copyright © Chidozie Uche O. | Year Posted 2013
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Traveller
I traverse without a clock,
Hoping the sun lingers
A little while,
As her rays accompany
My shadow and me.
The dust of the desert anchors my soles.
I hear the cutting chorus of the owls,
Piercing the silence of the air.
I do not want the wet hedges of trees;
They offer no comfort
To the bones of a man
Who never met rapture.
The cloud blushes in cheap costume
And scares the sun into bed,
Like Charlie's grandma.
Allowing the moon to watch midnight horrors,
From Neanderthal actors upon the stage of my imagination,
While I burn within my own furnace.
May you never lose your way,
Led astray by hundreds of tracks on the map
That seem navigable without a compass.
For humanity's race is a journey,
But not every terrain leads to the same destination.
I am just a traveller;
I am not a wanderer.
~ Uche Chidozie Okorie
Copyright © Chidozie Uche O. | Year Posted 2013
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Fallen Pillars
Palpitating quietly in my Gaza,
with nothing left to hold your attention,
as the maidens of this world vanish like morning mist,
leaving me in this vast echo chamber.
My expectations return in tears, watching my treasures heaped in ruins,
kingdoms torn, with not one stone left upon another,
while I sift through the bones of those who owe no grave a burial.
Conquered without mercy,
made a spectacle for fortune hunters,
who trade my penury for wealth
and profit from their crocodile tears.
My people, scattered among the nations,
shall surely worship me in Jerusalem.
Copyright © Chidozie Uche O. | Year Posted 2012
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