General Poetry

Burning Candle 

 

A burning candle 

Simplifying faith within soul 

Flame Albigensian in light 

Embers of orange glow 

Into the night of hours 

 

A heart must lay at breathless 

Beat under chandlers tone 

In passions connected to hope 

For love exists within true soul 

 

Can A PRAYER silent whisper 

To chant a comfort 

To a lending ear in the friendship 

With no pain just the beautiful truth 

 

Elopes a compassion shown 

Within the dropped wax 

For have STRENGTH in light 

As all touch is desires of the flame 

           Burning in the mist of the night 

                  A dream is within auras realm .

 

©By Deb Harman 24/5/16

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spiral Of Sensations
Spiral of energies light the path
Justice in faith that depth seeks
Mission is soul searched
Passions connect minds sensations

Stretched over Neon's strength
Science nor is no fiction
Truth is in sensation of pleasure
Twins dance entwined flame

Bodily within every echo mystic
For aura is shined divine
In all circles of celestial power
Lucid in comforting
Heart beats millions of centuries

Nocturnal waves the dream .

Spiral Of Sensations
©By Deb Harman
24/5/16

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

STAY PUT

 

When thinking is your prayer

And idleness your job,

When loneliness is your friend

And tears your perfume,

When they sing "go and marry"

Sister, lean on God.

 

When bad luck lingers

And ill luck overstays

When disappointments wake

And rumors loom

When hard luck surrounds

Sister, seek God.

 

When your feet slide

And your hands slip

When your faith is wounded

And you can no longer grip

When everything is choking

Sister, hold on, bow not.

 

When you look like an outcast

And more than outdated

When you look awkward

And timid and backward,

When no one ever understands

Sister, please stay put.

 

When you see no more

And hear no more,

When you walk no farther

And work no further

When you dream sick

Sister, carry your shoulders.

 

Remember how far you have gone

Forward ever, backward never,

When you starve for days

And thirst for weeks

When you yawn and yawn

And yearn for years

Please sister, hang in there.

 

When they sing "go and marry"

As if they share husbands

As if you are not beautiful

As if you were ever wayward

When they conclude you are too old

When they feel you are a burden

When they finally write you off,

When they believe you are possessed,

Sister, stay put, stay put.

 

When God delays

When He would not come

When He never came

When He is very far

When He fakes an answer

Sister, strengthen your anchor,

Stay put, STAY PUT

© Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE LABOUR OF OUR HEROES PAST

 

Dazzling, crystal like a golden eagle

Young, green like a green eagle

Gentle, calm like a super eagle

Confident, relaxed like the big boss

Hopeful, lively like tomorrow

Keshi, you broke my heart.

 

You were better than an idol

Taller, higher than an icon

More conspicuous than a beacon

Wider than a model

Wonderful like a citadel

The captain, the coach, the champ.

 

Your smile charmed defeat

Your courage shone on a glass house

You exhumed classy aura

None expected that you bow now

Our first world cup, you were there

Rasheed Yekini, Uche Okafor

A squad too unique to be gone,

Sam Okoye, Sam Okwaraji, Shaibu Amodu

A battalion too sophisticated to be conquered.

 

The flight of death crashed your fight

The plight of nature took your sight

The pain outweighs the gain

Yet the gain stampedes the pain,

A hole worse than a vacuum

An abyss so unfathomable;

You left in our heart.

 

Bore the cross of a boss with less loss

Shone dignity and integrity

Half mast flags, twenty gun-salute

Medals of honour, immortalization

All; some volumes and editions

You remain a statue and of monument

You shattered the domain of sports

Stephen, the football martyr.

 

I wished you became a sports' minister

To fix the pieces of the glass house

I wished you became a soccer god

Or like Adidas, Puma and Nike

I wished you became a better Bora

Or a mightier Clement Westerholf

I wish your wife never died

I wish you were never gone,

Left unannounced, unprepared

Keshi, you broke our heart.

 

More than a hero

Far, yet close like a friend

This tune of June

Heavy pain, heavy heart, heavy ink

Delta, Nigeria, Africa, the world

This piece is so empty

Because Keshi broke my heart.

 

My Captain, My Coach

My Boss, My Legend

You were a patriot so sound

A compatriot so resounding

If you still have eyes

You would see us devastated

We pray you find perfect peace

Stephen, a saint from his labour, rests.

 

IN MEMORY OF SOK (1962-2016) AND ALL OUR FOOTBALL LEGENDS WHO FELL ASLEEP

© Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DEAR CHINUA ACHEBE

 

At night, in the village square

At gathering for moonlight tales

I tell the dwindling hope of my people,

In a theatre it unfolds like a movie

I see their agony,

In a theatre like a surgeon stitching a torn flesh,

I feel their pain

I watch them wail and weep

As they swim in aches and navigate the trauma,

Penetrate the pores of hardship

And permeate the rocks of starvation

Because the center holds no more

Things are falling apart

And they are no longer at ease,

They mourn like a widow mourning her murdered son

And a virgin weeping for her slain soldier.

 

From the river bank i watch

As the storm disband fishes

And wave blow up beaches

I watch tide sweep the shores away.

 

Titanic, yet sinking

Rowing, yet steady

Floating, yet drowning

Coagulating debris and fungi

Dead, like a dead sea.

 

Far from the madding crowd

I watch the struggle

As they labour and toil in vain

Harvesting vanity and waste

The outrageous disaster,

And the flooding blood

A rhetorical question

None dares ask nor answer.

 

Dear Chinua Achebe

Things are falling apart

I think there was a country with the arrow of God

Maybe they kept it like those that captured "the ark of covenant".

 

The banner of illiteracy engulfed our land

And chain of ignorance betrothed our fate,

The fetters of superstition clouded our peace

Then came the egocentric god to rescue

The god that indeed came against us, used us against us

The stranger that bought our ancestors

Enslaved our fathers, married our mothers

The tyrant that we served, guarded and worshipped

That one, that broke our center

Cracked our wall and made us fall apart

The one that sold and bought us for nothing.

 

Dear Chinua Achebe,

He bewitched us to practice witchcraft on ourselves

Till now things remain fallen apart

As though our womb bore no talents

As if our land was thorn instead of crown

As though we had no patriarch of gold

Brave and bold,

As if there was no matriarch of ruby, sacred and consecrated.

© Ngozi Olivia Osuoha