Chibueze Oscar Osuji

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Chibueze Oscar Osuji Poems

1. Purple Flowers 8/9/2014
2. Going Home 8/14/2014
3. A Shadow Of Iba 10/18/2014
4. A Drop Of Love 8/8/2014
5. Empire Of Pride 8/10/2014
6. All Gallows' Eve 8/10/2014
7. Riverine Afloat 8/10/2014
8. Hillock Beings 8/10/2014
9. Aplenty Prints And Sonnet(S) I 8/10/2014
10. Fire-Land 8/10/2014
11. In A Courtyard 8/10/2014
12. Ode To The Unborn 8/10/2014
13. Man Of The South 8/11/2014
14. Rubicon Crossing 8/11/2014
15. The Old Gods 8/11/2014
16. Street Light 8/11/2014
17. Forgiving Solitude 8/13/2014
18. Balancing Today 8/13/2014
19. I Am Not Human 8/13/2014
20. Old Grand Miser 8/13/2014
21. Crimson Script From War 8/13/2014
22. Bright Side 8/13/2014
23. Quest For A Mermaid 8/13/2014
24. My Hymn 8/13/2014
25. Haven: The Hunt For A Safe Place 8/14/2014
26. Blank 8/14/2014
27. Dying With The Knife 8/14/2014
28. Military In Solitary 8/14/2014
29. Rose For A Dying Lady 8/14/2014
30. Idyll Of The Village Farmyard 8/14/2014
31. Afternoon's Moon 8/14/2014
32. Away From Africa Ii: Slavery Passage 8/14/2014
33. Crust And Dust 8/14/2014
34. Epistle On Imaginations 8/14/2014
35. Mute Talking Drum 8/1/2014
36. Blank Depression 8/1/2014
37. Ode To Envy 8/1/2014
38. My Maiden's Love Is Like A Cloud In June 8/1/2014
39. Ode To The Iroko Dryad 8/2/2014
40. Maiden Of Ekwensu 8/2/2014
Best Poem of Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Purple Flowers

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 ...

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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.

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