segun Johnson Ozique Poems

Water like crystalline
That is colourless
Colourless, tasteless
That we drink
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It is not only
The things you care about
That thug at you
But now and again
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As the sun marches on, shortening shadows
Smoothly they come with the fading light
But soon raves and rant fill the air
Signalling the start to the homo-sapiens fish feast
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The men; early a.m., smashed,
Mostly bent, dry-wet monsoon moulded
Their tools; knot of grey, yellow, swarthy;
Sinking, parts above water, mouldering,
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In times of yore, then in the days of our teens,
Owned a friend who, an okapi, named Bala Fanz.
Oft disappearing with all sorts of oily girls in jeans;
I was not of same endowment, courage, but fancy.
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How I long for lost times, unfulfilled;
Time I spent waiting, expecting, hoping;
Long infantile nights of wakeful dreams:
Days spent imagining twosome on a beach;
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Come trudge with me in jumble rubbles

Layers of construction erectile greed
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Two in cosy and beautiful enclave
Sensuous music for company
Yet through the tone-dazzles
One voice slice through
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There would be some as me so bold

To challenge the taken statusquo
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Your place, your pinnacle pose,
Still prevails deep in my heart
Your hanged, pleasing picture;
The chic of its elegance forever
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