Biography of Chukuemeka Akpe
I started writing poems in 2003. My first poem was 'August 24' written in memory of my brother who passed away on that day in 1999.
Writing, I have found, is a soothing balm against the unrelenting aches and pains that society subjects you to daily. It gives a voice where muteness is foisted on you.
Chukuemeka Akpe Poems
A patchwork of decorated combatant lords Stitched together with diverse fragile cords Into a tapestry of nations hung on frail words.
A House Is Not A Home
They adorn these walls as ugly ornaments: Invisible trails of vermin Painted with the bile of bitterness for all to see.
An Elegy To A Fair Lady
A decade of decadent silence Voided by errant memories: A prayer on wheels to muzzle fear, The demon pounding at life’s chamber.
Innocence Lost (In Memory Of Baby P)
A precious Gift Wrought by the tenderest of Hands: Eyes that behold love in every face, Too pure and ignorant of evil.
Jews’ Ennui Still Universe’s Savior
Judas staked his life for pittance in avarice Joisted on a beam for derision and dishonor Juxtaposed with thieves to corrupt his piety Javelin taunts ribbed him of water and blood
Infringing thoughts thunder in this cave of lonesomeness Incarcerating with deafening peals of anguish and sorrow. Inharmonious rhythms of yesterday’s esteemed dance steps Invoke now wriggling fervours to blind and muted séances.
A dome of dark, gloomy clouds caps this landscape. But, not for rain. A cacophony of thunderous applause shakes the land. But, not for rain.
The one at war with self Seeks the peace with world; The heart shrivelled with fear Puffs out a hot air of bravery;
Yinka @ 40 (A Poem For Tolani's Sister)
Years have rolled by gathering sweet memories forging strong bonds of sisterhood.
Crying More Than The Bereaved
Ancient customs girded the Harbinger of Death In loin cloth, hairy barrel chest and a husky voice. Taboo is deaf to the hip-swinging trump of death, Scowling and seething at all infringing trespassers.
Casks Of Our Life (Ii)
Vassals of the royal courts deign to till the Land Cultivating cravated and starched-shirt labourers Begrudged their servitude and affected speeches.
Sots Of Sorts
Vagrants filing out of night shelters converge at sheds all over town to imbibe morning elixirs,
Omolara (From Heaven To Earth)
Ominous clouds sent the sun into hiding Making the day
Quadrennial rituals of avowals and disavowals all too soon forgotten.
A patchwork of decorated combatant lords
Stitched together with diverse fragile cords
Into a tapestry of nations hung on frail words.
A pariah of immense but modest beauty
Ogled from afar for her acclaimed booty
Yet shunned by peers for being naughty.
Heavily burdened with debt as rocks