Sitting on the porch,
swaying my legs, I
gaped up to the sky.
The blazing sun was
...
SPARE THE GIRL CHILD.
Humanity is dying, the world is mute.
When wolves appears in sheep clothing, we lack the ability to differentiate.
...
VAL ON THE AIR
Valentine really comes with a blissful ambiance.
I do not know how I feel
...
BETTER DAYS AHEAD
There is something about this better days,
That has left me preferring my earlier days.
...
In truth, I will miss you so dearly,
It woes my heart but nothing I can do.
I do not have a pack of treasure but what I have I'll give to you,
Take these piece as I present them to you now.
...
My quill frolics on my right hand,
The almanac falls off the right angle,
The clock tick tock on my right ear,
The sun gyrating in its best wear.
...
Darkness on our earth, in a limpid noontide.
Old nick and fiends on our very own world.
Omission and excuses a new way of living,
No distinction between right and wrong.
...
The cloud has turned dark on man,
The earth is still as the wind has ceased.
Rain has failed to touch the earth,
The sun has set in a clear noonday.
...
Amalu Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu is a Poet and an upcoming Writer.)
In Perfection
Sitting on the porch,
swaying my legs, I
gaped up to the sky.
The blazing sun was
already still. The cloud
sparkling in a snap
weather.
Then came a murmuration
of sterling, warling in
appreciation, lossing
it's weight as the wind
bluster them around
Then from the East
came the wind buffing
and advancing to the
West.
The creator made all
things perfect, read a
vote from behind.
Then came into my
face a joyous look, all
things are perfect
indeed, came a feeling
in me.
The birds of the air
plough no farm land yet
they live in gratification.
All thing are in perfect
state...
The grasses in the field
drinks from no rill yet it
thrives.
All things are in perfect
state...
Man caches no gas yet
he breathes efficiently.
Indeed all things were
made perfect.
Poet: ©Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu
26/11/21