Sochukwu Ivye

Sochukwu Ivye Biography

Chukwuma Ndububa, also known by his pen name: Sochukwu Ivye, is a linguistic stylistician, a rhythmist and a distinctive metrist. His epic, The Great Cold, is the longest metrical poem by an African.

Sochukwu Ivye Quotes

30 October 2017

A cenacle is, here, full of beautiful hearts. A coven it is, here, full of wizards of arts.

Sochukwu Ivye Comments

Ellias Anderson Jr. 02 August 2013

well, i must say that you have a heart that is for humanity, clear as a crystal and i adore that. Your works (which i read) are gifts to the mankind.

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Dickson Mseti 15 August 2013

If life could define the end of everything, But it doesn't it gives you the experience to define it for yourself, If Life could ask me to define the end of you, This is what I could tell he will never end as long as his poetry exist, as long as the star shines and as long as minds exist, He will never end even long after his soul............. keep living brother

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Kipper Stagg 11 April 2010

A very powerfull and deep writer very organic a joy to read Many thanks!

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Dear Mr Faeo Lyre Clive, You are a poet with a unique passion and you have to be on this forum for years together for the power of your expression is marvellous. The themes have a splendid appeal each time and the diction always retains a superiority of its own. Your willingness to write at length on others` poems shows your great fellow feeling and you are sure to be a dear poet friend of all members over here.Keep writing Mr Lyre Clive |

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Pranab K Chakraborty 09 November 2012

Journey always brings us variety of fathom and fragrance. Poetic journey can't be measured by any man-made unit. Just as I once was 'Apoet Bangla and one morning became astonished reading a poem by Faeo Lyre Clive who posted in PH by the caption... Apoet Bangla and in humaneness.... but now changing that disguise carrying my original name-profile. So I can confess my feelings. I became also much ashamed experiencing the passion and expectation of a poet from his contemporary another one.... Any way, now I am not apoet bangla, but yet I think that glorious offering by another poet really much inspiring. I can now enjoy it very much. It was Faeo who created the poem imagining a poet, as I now many times imagine the same within many others and obviously within Faeo Lyre Clive also. He has the spirit, the temperament, the trying to unveil the voice of unconscious by his own dialect of heart as a true poet. Wish he will attain a poetic-station where no-one even be able to keep their feet........Pranab k c 09/11/2012

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Prabir Gayen 26 July 2020

A great and very talented poet.....God bless you dear friend....///

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 16 January 2019

So happy to see you as the Poet of the day. Heartiest Congratulations dear Poet. You richly deserve this honour. God bless you N'ivy Sochi Chukwuma! Do write more poems! :)

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Prabir Gayen 16 January 2019

Very talented poet to sprout like a big Tree.

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 15 September 2018

N'ivy Sochi - Chukwuma, is a brilliant poet. I have read all his three poems - Cameo, August's and Exiled. He is a poet with deep conviction of the subject he chooses, excellent language and diction, verses that are intense and poignant. I wish this young poet great amount of luck in life. And look forward to many more wonderful poems.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 29 October 2017

I came across with your recent write..August's...Outstanding ode on a brilliant theme..! Many congratulations dear poet for penning such a commendable piece of work..! ! I have to red it many times till I extract all nectar.

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The Best Poem Of Sochukwu Ivye

Cameo

Driven snow, when sad clouds close over me
and dark skies drop to colour my earth black,
you lure my journey home: you heed my plea.
As the key that opens doors bears the knack,
I concede that your charm lulls my fell breast.
So, like a sandboy, my doubts are addressed.

Sparks in your eyes fill my heart with wishes.
The light of dawn, are those the fallen stars?
For deep night songs lull my rest with kisses.
O virgin who spins, were deathlessness ours!
Famed grace, charm with a moony character,
won't this spell keep my soul here and after?

Bright smile of the morn, island of the moon.
Lamp borne high to lead to the sacred truth,
lighten my piqued sky with the torch of noon
and guide my youthful heart across its route.
O strength wooed, winning gentler victories,
such that put spirits through their mysteries.

Dearie loved, I mean not to drive both ways
but cook up words digested with the strings
on a sheet of flat worth, singing your praise.
Sealed with a kind kiss, for the love it brings,
approve my words with more or less delight,
O princess born with the morning first light.

Spring flower, image worth a million words:
the stroke of His quill, not can time wilt you,
nor omens from the observed flight of birds;
nor practice smudge your otherworldly hue.
Suffused with warmth, consecrated with oil,
swing with joy, sought-after fruit of our soil.

O birth that brought a three-piece kola nut,
the waist that nursed you, I'd hero-worship.
Except my lips, my eyelids aren't sewn shut,
nor while it might seem I heed less or sleep.
Touch my brow, and the cross I'll only bear.
Kiss my shoulder; the mark, I'll always wear.

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