Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha

Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha Poems

Teenage age, what an age!
Where maturity broods in the twenties.
A swimmable ocean of difficulties
but, deletion of secrecy icon leads to assuage.

A sweet heart
having eyes glittering like diamonds.
A face that look like the sun.
I am unable to behold the beam

Looking across the horizon
befuddlement cuddles me
beautiful celestial landscape
that swallows the skyline in royalty

Deafening vocals hit my ear.
I can get nothing, still conversations abound there.
Though there exist classes,
but, I take 'em all as phrasses.

Flower is of beauty
scented in essesnce,
scuried for, by hands
knowing its prominence

Great heroine of my faculty.
Esteem, hold I you, my damsel.
You are a siren to masculinity
possessing larynx of soprano,

Though a shame for such a land
my country is shameless.
A land losing its people
to alien illiteracy.

It is better to be like dogs
you don’t think so huh.
‘Cos dogs are unrefined
related to elicit sexuality

While a blessed nation
robs itself of ammunition
weapons of the new century
develop science and technology.

Not only the Ozone depletes
The sun’s vigor energizes
The earth delineates-
Discomfort and turmoil for its inhabitants

A heart in jumbles
seeking ways to realse its bubbles.
It tuggles amidst struggles
to be free from shack shackles.


Blockages of vision
motivations of unconscious actions
blinds the eyes of goodism
pays heed to immediacy.

She's magnetic without knowing
Nature's in love with her
that it bestowed on her beauties.
Can I be nature's rival?

When gullets await passersby
And intestines pray for visitors.
Whole body apply functionalism
to make a living.

Vibrating my ear drums
Are stimulus of comfort
In my brain, interpreted as mockery.
My interpretation: Comforting-mockery.

Breeding in variations
likely similarity a rare phenomenon.
Foundation laid genetically
builds nurturally- gregarious influences.

Took him on astride on a ride
Demeaning their pride
Hunger and thirst of love in proof

Who Am I? I ask?
Who is Nkwocha Anthony Kelechi?
The explanation, I will accomplish like task.
My birth is the grace of God; amarachi

Changes have been effected without loses
The permeation smoother than osmosis
Led across the ‘love’ ocean by female Moses.
I never even cared about hatred’s horses.

Compared with the sun
Emitting ultra-violetly
Smiles contagiously infectious
I mea your face: sweet case

Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha Biography

First son of Vin and Lizzy, loved by two sisters: Deborah and Joy. He does not joke with his cousins, respects and adores his Uncles and Aunts. A Psychology Scholar, graduate of Imo State University, Owerri, Imo State, Nigeria. Proud of his colour, loves and respects every peoples, Aims at the peak of professing Psychology. A writer with all it takes from nature to soar high into the depths and heights of literary achievements. Writes the trio of prose, drama and poetry. A christian, whose diversity of religion is so accommodating that people marvel and confuse his orientation. Am just K.C.)

The Best Poem Of Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha

Wonder Age

Teenage age, what an age!
Where maturity broods in the twenties.
A swimmable ocean of difficulties
but, deletion of secrecy icon leads to assuage.
Teenage age, what an age!
Shrouded in indiscoverable mystries
yet to be unravelled through discoveries
what becomes of this sticky-stack class in upper age.
Surely, certainty lies on two stuffs
but, determinants are numerous
for these two end products.Upshot
is homogenous-heterogenous brand of surfs.
There is undying love for discretion with porous
minds needing tending like apricot.

Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha Comments

Samuel Nze 28 April 2005

I must apologize for the misplaced anger that informed all my previous comments on this account; I also appreciate the magnanimity of KcTony who has not allowed the ill-directed vituperations to affect our good relationship. There is no logical reason to think that he was responsible for tampering with my scores, and I dare say that someone is victimizing his own scores maybe out of misplaced sympathy for me. I ask such a person to desist from giving Kc one out of ten all the time - there are actually two of theses individuals. Please stop giving good poetry bad scores, I beg you! ! ! Please, let us not have to take this to the authorities at P-and-Q; let us all be friends all the way, for Kc's sake, okay? Thank you all. And Kc, take heart; the storm is over - I believe so. Amen.

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Samuel Nze 18 April 2005

Hence, for your spiritual health I advise you to desist from tampering with my scores if you have been dooing so. I do have spiritual powers, and I sure can use them.

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Samuel Nze 18 April 2005

For your benefit, and to show you how it hurt me, this is the email I sent to all those I suspect as playing with my scores on pandq: Are these trying times, when a person cannot have respite from envious ones? Do people have no better job to do? I came to my p-and-q accouont only to find out that some devil - for the person cannot be any other than the devil himself, and God will punish both he and his family forever and ever; I pronounced that solemn curse some minutes ago - has rated as many as eight of my poems, to say nothing of the quotes, one out of five; this is sheer malice, as I know that even if I compose a poem in the bathroom, it cannot be a one. I repeat a portion of the 129th psalm: 'May (he or she) be thrown into confusion; be routed for hating (my progress): be blasted by winds from the East like grass sprouting on the roof. For roof grass never yet filled reaper's arm or binder's lap, and no one passing them will ever say 'Yahweh's blessing on you, we bless you in the name of Yahweh.'' Amen. The person who did this will REMAIN CURSED BY ME FORVER AND EVER. Every breath I take from henceforth will be a spiritual calculation to curse him and his family forever. I will enter the requisite ritual for this, and I will invoke all the gods and spirits at my disposal to destroy the person for good. Enough is enough. I do not care who he or she is; my eternal wrath be on him and his family - through my blood - either I die or he or she remain cursed. I HEREBY PLACE A CURSE ON WHOEVER TAMPERED WITH MY POEM RATINGS; MAY HE OR SHE AND THE PERSON'S FAMILY BE CURSED UPON THE SPIRITUAL WORTH OF MY BLOOD FOREVER AND EVER AMEN. (THE SPIRITUAL VALUE IS MY BLOOD) . AMEN. I sign it on the Munachim lineage and whatever it is worth, in Jesus name, and in the name of the son of the most holy spirit, amen. __________________________________________________

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Samuel Nze 18 April 2005

It is unfair to rate a good poem one out of five - if you were the one would you like it?

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Samuel Nze 18 April 2005

Sorry I am reaching you this way - I could not do otherwise.

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