Chibueze Oscar Osuji Poems

''Crust and dust'' is what they'll ever remain
Cring'd-away, from their deep fetid cremain'.
Died in battles, or died in lover's bed
Either ways, they're dead, being dead is being dead.
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OUR IMAGINATIONS

Our stable brains playing the treach'ry
Stewards vistas to unknown imag'ry
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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
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Weary cranium upholds my fallen mind
My drench eyes dried up with numberless pain
My head inflame than the orient sun, but-
Calmer and mild than the attic ice;
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MY BROWS, concave in mischief plot
Furr'wing my forehead in a knot,
Envy come O wick'd wave
Blow'ng your breath in my human blood;
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My maiden's love is like a cloud in june
When the sky darkens the heavens above,
Her voice a-calm me as the thund'ring tune
I will heed to them loud and clear my love.
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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
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The wind blew outside and inside
Into darkness and anti-light
Hell's hut prevail'd and part aside
To reveal Ekwensu in sight,
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The purified form of nature
Was she to me by day,
A rivulet crystalline, pure;
Dear, what more can I say?
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I have inclin'd my head a little lower
As the church bell jiggled from higher tower,
I fus'd a glance into the coffin-face
Motionless the dead was; no pulse in place
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