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Ndubuisi Martins Poem
When Meaning Is Meaningless
The value of life is delicious debris
When meaning is meaningless
The victims search bread crumbs in the bounteous stale loaf
The light of nude night blinks blindness
What does meaning mean for life at the edge?
for ant’s feasting in farmished frocks
I find flames from the bottomless fire of life
If you seek meanings on this ploughed lanes
You sing museless songs of leprous crochets
When meaning is meaningless
Those who saw off meaning say:
‘See this sense with little sense and
keep this lunacy living in the silent hut’
The dire strait of sense- less bigots
Stifle the lobes of logic-quotient that can midwife meaning
What meaning is in our meaning?
Around the carnary class of misfiring mermaids
What meaning do we allot a life laden in scars
From fiery vaults and heart brakes from many lovers.
We shall find the missing syllables and symphonies
And sing songfuls in the sweet seraphdom
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I hail from the green land
Really green for sumptuous serenades
But too many grey lepers lay on the succulent carpet
And the milk of my land mills through rotten breasts
The windfall of power brings pesty prongs to her nipples
Let me tell you my sad story
Not the blues from the evening guitar
Listen to the pulse of time’s recording
The many moans of mangled voices
And the jubilant choruses of their silencers
Those now mangled, the lathers
The jubilant mounted through our greenest height
Let me tell you my story, sad
The blues, not from the evening guitar
We talk tough for change
They lay languid in old robes
Expectant of business as usual but
The beastly beards are shaven from goofs while asleep
Change soon sweeps through this clime
While the silencers snore off
Let me tell you my story, sweet
From the blue wake brass, not the night grey gong.
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LOVE is raw
Really raw
HATE is raw
Really raw
Both with four letters
Bind and break
Through opposing tunnels…
What you love you can hate
What you hate, love
Love is white
Hate is dark,
One letter short
As meaning drifts
Into the gory folds,
The wrinkled face
Of the old antagonism,
Hate and spite
Love and sight
In the web of life
The complex whole
Holding forth
The onyx set in sharp
Thorns and sherry morns
LOVE is raw
Really raw
HATE is raw
Really raw
Both with four letters
Bind and break
Through opposing tunnels…
What you love you can hate
What you hate, love
Love is white
LOVE is bloom,
raw bloom
dyed in red-bluey wood
entombed in lyrics
on the lips of oohs and ahhs
at half crescent evenings
However, brief or long
the acapella lives on
Hate is dark,
One letter short
of its kind twin, light
Dark, a boring trudge
on the gloom scaffold
littered by sighs and hisses
Always, Hate's meaning drifts
Into the gory folds,
The wrinkled face
Of the old antagonism:
Hate and spite
Love and sight
In the web of life
The complex whole
Holding forth
The onyx set in sharp
Thorns and sherry morns
Love ruses and
Hate bruises
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I am lonely amidst people
deep insatiable longing
for belonginess roots within
mind is slippery
at the tentacles of misadventures
on the corollary of jilted love
love of women who gave me the sword
when I gave them sweetness
I am love-thorn
wet in desolation and dried of sensation
across the macabre
where love was a jostling jamboree
You can’t believe
I am lonely
Even in the city of people
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In the mazy thicket of thoughts I search
With the fork of foresight on cloudy march
I pick meaningless pebbles from eerie plane
Meaning hisses at the futile chase of fussy lane
All doorsteps lintel-ling and leading to the most sought clue
none is rock and rilled across anthers of the age-long hue
Yet, life minstrels museless must trudge through the parks
Crowded by thorough thronging noisome marks
I must search for missing meaning along this boulevard
Of naked plumes wishing, waiting for the rush-roller yard.
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In the mazy marble of thoughts we search
With the fork of foresight on clueless march
We pick meaningless pebbles from eerie plane
Meaning hisses at the futile chase of limpid lane
All doorsteps lintel-ling and leading to the most sought clue
None is rock and riled through thronging of the age-long hue
Yet, life minstrels museless must trudge through the parks
Crowded by thorough darting noisome marks
We must search for missing meaning along this boulevard
Of naked plumes wishing, waiting for the rush-hour yard
Waiting all along
Tilling for a songless song
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Give me ten daggers of courage
for the journey into the jungle of fear
let me have seven furrowed- teeth of the lion
to bite the wayward testis of this beast
Clothe me with the armour of words
to house all the beads of boldness
to fight my flying pulse,
and dispel the errant dog of despair
I need the syringe from David’s veins
to sprint through life’s compost bed of bile,
and emerge, emerge
with the wreathe of dead foes in hands.
I ask, ask
for a kilobyte of Sango’s laughter
to leach envious hisses from boastful buccals
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To see your face
I crossed seven seas
and
Killed
dodging donkeys
I slit open several cobras
In the forest of fright
Sagged at the last step
For the miles
I trekked defile Kilometres.
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I hold you sensate in my soul
But your refusal ruins my longing
Queen of the mild -dewed morn
In the apparel of a descending snow
My steps I miss to clutch your shadow
I am tickled to see your lush lips blazoned in sweetness
I hold you sensate in my soul
But you willow my wits
Bud of the King, the bluey bloom
Storm my wishful stream of thoughts
And disappear like a moon on a brief bow
I miss my breath to take in the fragrance of your silhouette
I hold you sensate in my soul
But your song fast-paced serrate my stringing skill
Daughter of the bridery moon veiled
In the diadem of regal rose, the rhythm of my lines
I hold you sensate
Come to me in flesh and flow into my arms
Long spread for your maiden embrace
On this lawn where life never limps but spreads green fronds,
Come to me, my love-bud, my sensation, my may some day.
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Silence
is
The silent yet lousily kneading minds
To the quiescent stormy thought
Silent, yet choruses noiselessly on callused hands
Amen on the lips of pagan, frightened fingers at the feet of the tyrant
Silence speaks
The noiseful nudge,
Grenades in the grin
of errant unworthy fathers
What silence says is loud
Across the disappearing lawns of life
Mangled by few wayward clones
I hear from the distance
The laughter of once somnolent silence
as the land is baked stiff by brigands
Silence eternally shall crown their lust
In the abyss of thunderous lashes
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