The Village Braggart Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

The Village Braggart

Rating: 4.7


Just like the cloud everywhere
You need not search anywhere
You need not even wait too long
To notice the village braggart

Confidential matters are nipped abruptly
As he approaches
Silent hisses and sighs
Herald his arrival
And like explanatory signpost
Introduction is unnecessary
To usher in the village braggart

He babbles and babbles
Like rain stones on metal
And produces enough chaff
Unfit for ruminants

He beats his drum anywhere and everywhere
And the brags, empty useless cans
Are lies inflated balloon
Monotonous like night and day
And repeated anywhere and everywhere

He achieves all with his mouth
Not a brick to his name
His harvest the poorest
Though he owns all in his fable

Loved by kids like their sweet
Which tingles their buds like his brags
As he beats his chest again again
The dancers mock him with their steps

(Tuesday 14th October,1997)

Wednesday, September 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: drunk,drunkard,drunkenness,falsehood,mockery,village
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 10 October 2023

I esp. (especially) liked the first 3 stanzas! : )

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Kingsley Egbukole 11 October 2023

Thanks Bri

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Bri Edwards 10 October 2023

I left comments in 2019. Thanks for responding to some comments. I still read 'brags' in stanza 4 as a noun but don't think it is a noun. : ) bri

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Kingsley Egbukole 11 October 2023

Bri is used here as a Noun to mean (A boast or boasting; bragging; ostentatious pretence or self-glorification. The thing which is boasted of. ▼w

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Savita Tyagi 01 February 2020

Great poem! Reminded me of someone of the highest office! So well known he is, don’t even have to name! Thanks Bri for recommending the poem. Now I have another poet in the list on appreciated poets.

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Kingsley Egbukole 01 February 2020

Dear Savita Tyagi, thanks so much. I appreciate Bri Edwards too.

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Michael Walker 28 January 2020

This man is on about the same level as the drunkard. He leads a fantasy life, which is out of touch with reality, 'he owns all in his fable'. This sort of person is usually insecure. He talks the talk to impress. a fine poem.

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Kingsley Egbukole 01 February 2020

You are very correct dear friend Michael. Thanks

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 26 January 2020

I loved this poem. Thank you Bri for recommending it through your Feb showcase Poem List.

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Kingsley Egbukole 26 January 2020

Thanks. I appreciate Bri Edwards also.

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