Chibueze Oscar Osuji
Chibueze Oscar Osuji Poems
To plant purple flowers as the corridor
Of a big ranching range of a manor-
Mansion: Soft spankling purplish phyta and-
Lovely, I would love to grasp with my hand
To feel the entrancing purple colour.
Day to day, I glance at the vineyard's law
Which tells neither can the flowers be pluck'd, nor
Can they be tak'n away to a new land,
To plant purple flowers.
I wrote a dear note to a farmhouse for
A few purple flowers perhaps two or more,
To be sent to me by a mailing band
(Hidd'n away for the vineyard's law had bann'd...)
I secretly kept a place ...
Mute Talking Drum
We gather in the pavilion no more
My vibrant phalang's are drumming with sore
But I cuddle you vincinal to me
When no el'phantine ears will heed in glee
The bead-maidens do no organic dance
For the men do not nod with frenzy glance
And I have constructed your teethed sound
T' the languid cloud and the shadowless ground.