Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu Poems

Moon is a lonesome voyeur
Who peeks down lustfully at the silhouetted nudity of Night.
Peccant, she does it with overt grandeur,
Reluming steadily crackling embers of a smouldering light.
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This candle burns slowly —and with the severity of courage
We pick our way with utter caution down the bombarded stairway
One thing is certain: we must flee from this scoffing pillage.
Aided by fluttering tallow, our vision is haunted by the airway.
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I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
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I shall always long for the fraternity
Among stars as they party,
Night after night,
Their drunken eyes twinkling with lite.
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Sirs, my hands are aloft in greetings
I salute you
My legs are together in attention
I hail you
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Normandy is a different story,
A story for another day,
A tale by moonlight.
We tell it either way:
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They rise and fall
With the madness of seasons
They harden and decay
According to the wretchedness of harvests
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In those days they were not in a hurry to vacate the planet,
My ancestors and their global friends
Life was to them a health monument in granite
And they lived on and on and on with welds.
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I hate to chortle at the sound of broken laughter,
Just like I refrain from weeping when dancing smoke fills my eyes...
But when dogs mourn alone,
I chafe my hands with the cold of tears of solitude.
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Flour and oil are running out
So are bread and butter
It's been one pestilence of drought
Which causes wizened grass to flutter.
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