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 ...
Ode To The Iroko Dryad
And what shall I speak of a bliss figure?
Feminine and planted below the ground
Safe, from 'rooting-storms, the rot of nature,
In such a xylem kept constant and bound
In peace, O peace, with every hour spent
In such homely bark of an Iroko,
No foreseen farmer's blade had tam'd it mildly
Not the wind had blew forth your wooden tent,
At such peak no limbing primate will go;