Ndimancho T Nyowikeh

For you; I composed a poem, In the form of an apple tree.
A Yew Barries shape it reveals; Its stalks took away my verse, Its roots consumed my rhyme,
Its leaves drained my muse of urge.
Here am I, pursuing identification.
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Just as evil spirits flee
Into the bodies of swine,
So does the animal's gin deepen in you
A trait so rare, and yours alone.
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So, art thou happy now that I am in penury?
So, thy presence is naught but savagery?
Indeed, I have learnt the hardest way.
Right was Shakespeare when he penned:
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If I were, in the way of all flesh, to depart,
And my body laid deep in ancestral soil,
And you at my funeral, raising your glass,
Will my neighbour say
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His Excellency the Kìbáráŋko,
Like a Coyote howling and displaying;
Dismounting the Koochi hill.
From Santoh palace,
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As I lay awake,
In the silent hour of this age,
Where serenity takes the liege,
Dubious of my destination hereafter.
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As I promenade through river Kinkole,
From _Koochi_ en route to _Kifiang_;
Lonely and desolate, gloaming into the night.
I could not tell what time of the night was it.
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It was the hour of the dying sun,
Then came the echoes of the rising song.
It was hardly the sound of Kwifon.
For kwifon do not step forth in daylight.
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The rainbows arch stands on the sea
The feelings I have for larizah can't flee
She is in her nature more than a princess
Her similes, compared to any are priceless
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Precious, daughter of Makale,
A Harlot, cheap, poor and lazy.
Will sit and beg from dawn to dusk,
Displaying phones sugar daddy bought.
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The village buzzing with it's activities,
From Nkor to Lassin on the market day.
Striving for new garments and shoes,
Saloons massed by girls seeking transformation.
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Behind the enclosed shroud of a computer,
Behind the enclosed mantle of an iPhone,
Disguise in voice and image.
Disguise in all forms and shapes.
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To Adam,
He gave Eve.
To Abraham,
He gave Sarah.
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Death, please don't take me,
I am not too young to die,
Yet too old to leave without pleasing my father.
Have mercy, let your hand skip me.
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Dear Mr. Chalk, how are you faring?
I trust you are thriving well.
It's been a while since we last met.
It's been days since we colleagued at CKC,
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Leave and leave the leaves alone,
Take a break and partake in a cake.
Be and see the beauty in me,
Find and mind the gap in kind.
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I dream my brother dead
At knight, wakes in full bliss
Knowing he's healthy
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When death knocks at your door,
Let it be a fair one.
And when I'm dead,
Let me be your illustrious ancestor.
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I was the miller at my father's mill.
At dawn, pill of grain at the mill store;
In drowsiness, will these folks, wake me.
As I sluggishly negotiate our steps,
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When I am Gone,
When my name is finally writs in waters,
When it drifts upon the trembling surface of time
And no hand can gather it back again;
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