The Creeper Poem by Nichola Okoro

This lackadaisical semblance

Keeps astride this vision non plussed

Plaudits deficient in heart

Plangent melancholy, the thought abysmal



The red blooded instinct but impalpable

Rehash this intuition that wears crown



Parvenu flaunting the weak hearted to despair

Inner semblance of mendicants

Juxtaposes exoneration which my eyes beam



Pellucid serene weaving this life of haram

This reliquary shielding this bizarre eyesore

Myopia makes a penchant for cupidity

I envy this panoply of sinister



Cosmic effulgence your refulgent eyes stares

The pain of being alive, child

Never whine ‘cause the verve in that pivot

Affection gingers

Which panegyric insignia rebuffed

You too could be this Solomon, indeed!

The penance of labour

Her nimbleness incites envy



May see the wisdom in its futility

She too needs aid but you never surface

Left hand resents in such generation

When green, so full of armour of pleasure

That Cosmo fortifies



The pensive rambles in her morning

This is the darkness of impetus

We’re the earth’s angels, but wandering-

Wondering how lunatics are heroes such eras

Toils of life slumbering and dead

Architect of Cosmo I desire



Dawn pre empts its arrival

You brood, fathom, reminisce, fathom

This soul – need all be farmers?

But obligation thrusts you to roll

They have Sabbath

Which conventional wisdom has formed rancid

There are adherents who the palms holding water



Man would have gained insight s

Novitiating pride would have been vanquished

But the reward of modernity!



We of homogeneous species are distinguished

All arms affiliated with tattoos

Then we debate to unravel this imbroglio



Wonder the star as the logo

The Arabian inscription

So painstakingly keeps me trance

Without rhetoric, when shall I know?



I have your soil

But this bovine knowledge

I refer to my bracelet.