Emeka GOC
Emeka GOC Poems
The Mixed Soup
The mind was once a clear, familiar track,
But now the words slip off and won't come back.
A conversation starts, then fades away,
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Frederick Forsyth's Last Letter
(Buried for Over 50 Years: Britain's Shame in Biafra)
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The Paradox of Selective Democracy
I. The Architecture of the Shadow
They kept two ledgers for the human soul:
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WHEN THE SKY LEARNED TO SCREAM
A Long Poem in Four Movements
I. THE PLANES — From Wonder to Terror
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THE PARADOX AND POWER
The Ballad of Mazi Nnamdi Kanu
In the hush between gavel and gun,
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NO VICTOR, NO VANQUISHED
A Narrative Poem of Ruin, Resilience,
and the Long Shadow of the War
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THE FIVE‑STATE SHADOW
A Narrative Poem on Igbo Marginalisation,
History, and the Unbroken Will of a People
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The Jackal's and Dogs of War Last Chapter
(Farewell poem to 'Frederick Forsyth'
The celebrated thriller author and a Biafran)
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The Commonwealth of What?
The Blood of Biafran children? ? ?
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I speak for my friend
Who has lost all his friends.
They are not aware of his plights
His fights, fear of flight
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Fighting, The Fear Of Flight
I speak for my friend
Who has lost all his friends.
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My Conversation With Diaspora And Mama Africa
Akabuland, Africa, Akabuland
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A Veil of Fire
A Veil of Fire
In the shadows of Nigeria's vibrant cities
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The 'Eze Ndi Igbo' (series)
King of Igbos in foreign lands
Common tittle explodes into a storm
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Fallacious Stardom
Addictive development enjoys boredom
The desire to dive in for more, more of the exotics
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Emeka GOC Biography
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The Mixed Soup
The Mixed Soup
The mind was once a clear, familiar track,
But now the words slip off and won't come back.
A conversation starts, then fades away,
Lost in the shifting fog of everyday.
This is no single storm, no solo grief,
But a slow theft that robs the mind of peace.
T's a mixed soup of the things I used to know,
Where simple tasks and thoughts begin to slow.
The recent past dissolves like morning mist,
Leaving a blank, void, where memories exist.
The plans and judgments falter and decline,
A new shadow of me it defines to incline
As shadows that blur the borders of time.
With every fading word, the shadow grows,
Anxiety and sadness come and go.
Characters, behaviours and routine miss lines in time
The youth look on, while elders bear the weight
Of changes altering our internal state.
Yet in the quiet spaces left behind,
A person searches for the thread to bind,
To hold the pieces of a fading art,
And keep the steady beating of the heart.
Why are things become protracted and prolonged mix-up?
Why, how did it happen, forced to eat this mixed soup
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