Heaven Kalu

Writers Unite!
Like an unflinching compatriots
On course to victory at last
Undulating the blankets of creative plunge
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In your arms
I find unusual solitary
Wrapped around my lost soul
With an unbridled breath pacing
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I know a damsel called Tejiri
She's not like those girls at Onitiri
Her style is uniquely pressed like iron
Listen, she has never been to Oron
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What is poetry?
An aggregation of blantant words
That reveals the ugliness of darkness
A conjurement of imagery seasoned
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I stood in the rain
This morning, hoping that
The blaze of this week's fury
And the sorrow in its company
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When I think about my past
It makes me feel like I'm last
No matter how much I try
It's never going to dry
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At the edge of dawn
Many men with many arms
Lodged in the woods nearby
All masked in ferocious guise
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A line of poetry
A line of thanksgiving and praise
A line of gratitude and reverence to God
A line of great friends and family
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A purebliss for a soul
Sits in the comfort of a charade
Parades her beauty amongst the stars
Perfect in the glory of her flaws
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The night is cold
With light showers
Drizzling and drenching
Like a smooth criminal
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Welcome to Lagos city...
A place of superfluous attention
Where circumstances are opportunities
And If you don't know where you're going
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A land with about 250 ethnic groups
Rich in cultural diversity and heritage
With individuals who inhabit a territory
Of its own who worked and lived for several
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Beauty is made for the eyes
Breakfast is made for morning
And all my life and in all of my time
I've sought your face like Jacob did to God
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Cakes are made with flour
Ice-creams are made with milk
But your love is made with the purest oenomel
Brewed from the finest grapes in Jupiter
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I am a child born of God
Living in this world as a god
Though I was conceived in sin
And given birth to in an inn
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I perched across the mist of Valentines day
The night went starless without you and
Your eyes sees beyond my putrid reflection
But the world never sees the cranium of my
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In the dead of the night
I still hear the whistles of the past
That threatened the existence of our fathers
Before the very eyes of our beloved mothers
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Adaku
Amongst the lilies in the crooked valley
And the roses amidst the envy thorns
You pride yourself as a masterpiece 
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Since my time of birth
You have been here like my breathe
You've always been there
Even when it feels like I am not here
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It is alright to feel less
Human sometimes but
Not to the point of mediocrity.
It is alright to make
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