Adookorn Auaduma
Adookorn Auaduma Poems
No dwarf dresses in the robe of a giant
to look cute and gorgeous for any good -
Africa, dressed in the gaint robe of democracy,
has nagate nature's norm and the sacred creed.
...
you bully him by his colour, label
him with the #hashtag of contempt
for a colour he did not make -
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the friends and lovers i cherish to glimpse
are they that display kinndness to refresh
others; not their chameleon hues and lies
born of the selfish cravings of all flesh;
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hunger and grief rule today's world while
underhanded rulers stake the life of common
man with war and attrited economic policies
against all moral correctitude display with
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She is clad in an immaculate robe of the empyrean, ride on muzzy clouds-- a ubiquitous nocturnal queen who wades soft and sober to her kraal
On the street of azure sky stars flash, gleam and blink In honor of the maiden queen seated in the convoy of surging clouds.
No time has a queen flexed her laurels to plume the earth in her silver silk-- the moon glides across the saphire sky with curious, neckling eyes
We watch the elegant queen surge through non-plus cloud; however, splendid and perfect, she has to face up to realities to arrive
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in the murmur of every sane man,
in the laughter of every born child;
in the smile of every insane soul
are the still echoes of lost hope
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battered lives on the way
to early grave are made drunk
with the sour liquor of weight--
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The cry of a mouse trapped the snare
does not entice
the favour of predator
to free her
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You were mandated on oath to prune the giant
tree, plough its fruits and chop it down,
for an appointed time, If it fails to bear fruit
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Our patience has left its cot to wander
the plane of oblivion, and parade the grave yard
away, on the silenced street of abyss
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so shallow and frail is earthly man, his life -
a balloon fill with air to look gorgeous
wade in thin, in dense air, away in the sky -
deflated, do not return body with shell,
...
the pale saga of numb nature --
an aged witch on street of emotion
serve me her cup of wander wine
distill in lethal pot
...
my mother a candle flame
hard
for weeny lad to prod in windstorm
lay in a divan bed
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Adookorn Auaduma Biography
I was born October 22nd 1963 to a single mother at Norkwiri Boue Ogoni of the Niger Delta in Nigeria. Her death during the second year of my secondary school ended my education. I had my poetic inspiration in a dream where a 14 lines poem was written for me to memorise. I was skeptical at first but my love for nature and the political development in my country spurred me to writing poetry. I am married.No child! Presently I run my personal business for a living.
The Best Poem Of Adookorn Auaduma
Tradiocracy
No dwarf dresses in the robe of a giant
to look cute and gorgeous for any good -
Africa, dressed in the gaint robe of democracy,
has nagate nature's norm and the sacred creed.
From the polar to sub-Saharan Africa
are unique varieties of man's pabulum,
that fill the needs of blooming lives
If transplanted vice versa, they bear
the shock of weather and soil change,
might shrivel like democracy in Africa --
Government of the people, by the people,
and for the people -
Transplanted from America to Africa,
suffers the shock of weather and soil change,
been rooted in faux logic and foul play
that's devoid of conscience and goodwill
Till I saw Africa board TRADIOCRACY --
government of the people, by the gods,
and for the people --
Branded with the label of the gods to mandate,
swearing to amalgam of gods for oath of office --
For the gods to watch --
who steals
who kills
who lies,
and free Africa
from the politics of greed and murder.
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