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How I Wrote My First Poem

I remember the first poem I wrote. It was titled “No Pain, No Gain”.

It was in 2005.

Family’d moved from the centre of Aba to a suburb some months before that day. It was a new environment. Calm. Quiet. Semi rural. Trees. Fruits. Flowers. Lovely.

I and my younger brothers had a room overlooking the street, though barricaded by a dwarf fence. With my bed by the window and a reading/writing table just over the bed, I had to myself the perfect corner to sit alone and let my thoughts run wi...

ode to you, to me, to all of us

ODE TO YOU, TO ME, TO ALL OF US

the sun & the moon closed their eyes:
was that you shutting out the faint light of hope
that illuminate the dark corners of your hurting heart?

the wind & the trees ended swishing, swirling:
was that you turning off the melody of hope
that fine-tuned the dirge-like symphony of your hurting heart?

the sea & the boat became one:
was that you drowning your shrinking soul
in a pool of tears
that caresses your cheeks with salty kisses?

have i told you?
the sun stil...

time is a winged chariot

time is a winged chariot

ever since time found time to
be created, time never cease to
fleet. seconds tick into minutes,
minute tick into hours, hours make
up days. day by the day, years
come and go while I play the role
of a late comer, always behind,
playing catch up along the way.
it seems no matter what I try
time finds time to slip away.

birth would be tomorrow,
but today feels like death.

this ride from birth to death,
is yet to begin, but
i’m sore overwhelmed.

wait! i need to catch my bre...

the journey’s just begun

i awoke to stillness
around me sat solemn souls
regurgitating the past

without words, they beckoned
“come. sit. sigh with us,
for tomorrow will never come”

there’s no denying that hope failed them
but i’ve got a reason to crawl beyond here
eyes fixated on what lies ahead

come what may, i will not sit & sulk
i will beat to my own drum
and dance as i crawl

little does it matter, how long
what hear i, a victory song?
the journey’s just begun

this. is. not. a. poem

Uncertainties

uncertainties

the world is running under my feet
nothing is certain
everything always changing.

the universe is floating overhead
nothing is stable
everything always changing.

her soul’s crawling on coals
nothing is hers
everything lost.

we’ve got more illusive days ahead
lets bury our heads in the
shore of perhaps

perhaps that occult desire for chaos
that claw on the fabric of peace
& prickle the tender stem
of a budding love shall consume
both prey and predator

Isms

Wild Thoughts

you sit by a river of flooding ideas
and watch your thoughts run wild

you lend your limbs to the wind
and with the wings of many eagles
you take your flight into distant ‘what-if-lands’

silence shut out the voices that beckon
to distract your peak focus
from off the eye of the bull

shoot, you must!
so on and on, you daydream
of realities

you exhale
and shun the desires that flaw
tomorrow’s bliss with doubt traps

suddenly, you yield
you flop
you are carried by the wind downwards

your mouth...

The Pros and Cons of Living Alone

There comes a point when you may decide to live alone, whether it’s your first time leaving your parents’ home or you’re starting a new chapter in your life. You could have graduated from college and taken a job in the city, you might want to test living alone before getting married, or you and your spouse might be taking a break. Whatever your present living arrangement, there are certain advantages and disadvantages to weigh before choosing to live alone for the first time rather than choosing...

Rivalry

rivalry

rivalry is

a quicksand that swallows brothers
an excuse for animosity to be abused

a justification to enshrine the irrational
a fancy name for beasts to compete

against people we evolved over time
to call ‘brother’. assemble a masses

of the vile ideals to fight against
their activist & lick the boosted

behinds of their oppressors.
must we pull down who means well

for our stock? we are all too similar
in culture, & language, & everything,

to beat the drums of war against...

Let The Music Play

“it’s better to dance than to march through life”

so, i push the play button
turn on the volume & dance
to a cacophony of naysayings
& a symphony of motivators
on repeat

as i dance, i am pushing through
the barriers of tiredness
fighting to commit once more
despite all of the distress
i dance

leaving no time to sit & sulk
over opportunities missed
indulging never in anxious ponder
over situations that overwhelmed me
i dance

& wonder while at it
what the effort to sit
at the complainants’ corner ha...

How To Write A Poetica

Start off by imagining yourself in a race
If you’re stuck with prospects, maybe choose a familiar face.
Consider your heartbeat and the fire in her eyes.
Will the embers be golden, or just eros bright?

Imagine a caress, a kiss filled with tongue plays.
Trembling fingers running down a steeple of napes.
Imagine wild, go dreamy, or naughty as you wish
Try versing how this imagery makes you feel.

Now run through her thighs with your breath.
Kiss. Tease. Tongue. Flap. Deep.
Smell. Breath. Touch. Tell ...