venessa ambrose Poems

A new land
Of plentiful harvest
Lucent roots of colourful fruits brim filled barns
overpouring in coinage
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I see mama
I see papa
I see me
Granny sleep on floor
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I am the tomorrow Woman yesterday talked about
That beauty coloured colour calabash.
Powdered from baked sunny rays of tropical days
She who the length of her bamboos pledges like a sea of no depth
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WITH LOVE
CHIKWADO

When the stars tell
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Piece of silver and gold have I not
But I have hope
Though I stroll with my tattered bag
Holding the faded chains I call a watch
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Our heart flows over the river ake
Blackened by its soot
We Play the rhythm of fist
Baptising our infant foot
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My african americana
You walk in the ways of pigeons
Dancing disco to our dance of oghene.

You come to the elders with your strange blue legs and long okpu(caps) , discarding our long history of akwa oche.
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The sunset at its horizon toward the east
Now my bags must head across the west
Away from the bliss felt once
Light laughter lingering
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Bounded by blood
We chanted noisily
In our sacred grounds
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I am an african writer
with the melodious lyric
flowing rivers of endless music
with words filled banks
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