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Ikenna Igwe Poem
WHOLE AGAIN
While young on the ladder of growth,
I boarded a similar covenant ship;
Having summoned the great Teacher,
And sworn a thick fealty – hinged on
An immutable decision to pave way
For a diminutive obstruction route to glory.
The agreement was hammered hard –
To the board formed from titanium, unknown –
For an imperative invitation for assistance
In selecting a perfectly designed lighter vessel –
The requisite other half – for solid standing;
To end the sentence of one immured by loneliness.
For ages we walked with our pact in hand;
Him doing His; and I doing mine – utterly;
Then, unexpectedly, along came the magnetic vamp,
Strongly swinging seductively – a hot form on loose.
Many of my counterparts drooled at the wild poses.
But I became the attractive destination.
Neglecting the vow tightly spoken in place,
I gave my being over to amorous affiliations,
Basking on the beach of unhinged gratifications,
Lost on the island of debased connections.
My companion was the mistress of intense satisfaction,
An experienced docent of hardcore perversion.
I timelessly practiced wordless abominations;
The servant and master of ineffable depravities.
It went on, unhindered; rigidly gripped by lusts;
And like it commenced, the brightness dimmed;
Dimmed and became dark – utterly blinding;
The soulless initiator fled in the thick of it.
Forlorn and groping in the closed valley,
Large darts of bowel regrets found home –
Accompanied by storms of a joyful ex-life.
Riven by guilt; ripped by realized folly,
I again contacted the covenant keeper.
Mercifully, He materialized and made me whole, again.
Copyright © Ikenna Igwe | Year Posted 2012
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Ikenna Igwe Poem
IT’S CHRISTMAS!
Jingle, jingle rings all the bells,
Sounding the season roping jolliness;
With gifts traveling to distant places,
And joy running the realm of existence.
There’s high celebration dancing ecstatically in the air;
Showers of goodly hilarity blessing our sphere.
On the whole, it’s nice to have great fun;
Not forgetting the One who gave His only son.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Copyright © Ikenna Igwe | Year Posted 2012
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Ikenna Igwe Poem
One of the freely
bestowed
ingredients,
Existing thickly
within
the solid formation,
Brought out, after a
boring exercise,
And seperated from
its
siblings.
It is stretched long
in
distances,
Prior to measured
reduced divisions;
Then comes the
adjustments to
classes
Of designs; sharp
opposite blunt.
Used in both internal
and external
Arenas - performing
required tasks.
It floats with calm in
light and dark grips -
Willingly adhering to
any
outlined order.
It's quite famous for
ending flesh;
Whether it be that of
the articulate
Or the asinine;
spelling
out, in loud
Terms, its
availability
as the royal slave.
It's been branded
more of a woman's
tool -
Though used more
effectively by a man,
In settling scores on
the battle field,
Or spinning final
silence
in a dark alley.
Its resourcefulness
goes on all points,
In diving up,
heading
down, and swaying
sides;
Playing out its grand
role of putting
asunder,
And finding slits or
gaps
in movements of red.
Ikenna C. Igwe
Copyright © Ikenna Igwe | Year Posted 2013
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Ikenna Igwe Poem
I looked, looked, and looked – but all in vinegar vain.
I searched, searched, and searched – but found no love.
So sad, so sapped and no longer feeling cerebrally certain,
You miraculously materialized – my own heaven-sent dove.
My happy heart races at the sound of your voice.
My merry mind leaps at the sight of my cherished crush.
My satisfied soul swirls at my providence-inspired choice.
My buoyant body ignites at the feel of your tender touch.
Oh my good gosh! The amorous ache…it hurts – so sweetly;
And the fragrant fire flaming within…it burns – so soothing.
My delightful desire sends round sensuous spikes – so warmly.
Leaving me wet and spent in ecstasy’s prison – so enthralling.
To whom or what shall I ever dare liken you, my Maple tree?
To others, falling as one, like us – or to others that fall apart below par?
To the sun, the moon, the stars – or to all galaxy-orbiting three?
No, my diamond diadem; by all, you stand head above the highest bar.
Copyright © Ikenna Igwe | Year Posted 2021
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