Lament Poems
Woes of a Dark Night
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Petals of roses are scorched before noon,
And it’s just February, my month of woes.
Laughter becomes suppressed in the face
Of relighting the dark woods of a wintrous,
Unfeeling December, when the census of beasts
Takes place by the spine of the jungle.
O beating heart, fast and deadly, your tremours
Elephants tramp on the merriment of immigrants,
When they dance to the beats of stolen drums.
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Lying purple
by The Hsenura
Never a night passed,
Without her photograph.
It stayed idle, lifeless,
Speaking every word
I wish to hear from her.
Sometimes, I bring her
Closer to my lips,
Trying to comb her hair,
To kiss her forehead,
To hush into her ears,
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Dear Earth
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Dear Earth,
I vouch for your honesty any day
and rebuke strongly this cluster of vices upon you —
bone and teeth, claws and talons, fins and scales
and other forms of skeletal dryness.
Earth my kinsman,
remain steadfast and bury with quicksand these vices —
fingernails and beaks, hoofs and blades
and other instruments of hardness.
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While the village bleeds
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
♡
Sounds of yesterday
Echoes of tomorrow
As we pass through the vast of today
Grains of sands blown down the unwritten annuls of history
A history yet memorized and internalized by generations
Those that suffer tribulations
Have rather found meaning in the passage of time
Time in which tears naturally dry up
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Lament for Stinie Morrison
by Kit Wright
These are the canyons of Ukraine
from which he came
to take the name,
to take the name
of Stinie.
These are the sharp and hungry streets
of black Whitechapel, that pulled as tight
as fiddle-strings round the lying throat
of Stinie.
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Florence
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Florence has warm blood
and cowrie teeth that seldom clatter,
even in the chilled, fluttering dance of July rain.
She’s an element of Shiloh
in weeping quest of a promising Samuel,
and for this,
walks through long and clammy paths in July rain.
July, a month of sacred yams,
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While the village bleeds
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
♡
Sounds of yesterday
Echoes of tomorrow
As we pass through the vast of today
Grains of sands blown down the unwritten annuls of history
A history yet memorized and internalized by generations
Those that suffer tribulations
Have rather found meaning in the passage of time
Time in which tears naturally dry up
......
How I wish you were here
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
We could've droped some
But to deem us foolish
Aint cool a thought
For we've our one stop:conscience
Wherein we play no fantasy games
For ours is the house of the sun
Listen to our baseline,so thick an' cool
Don't dare sing along in off key
For we know who we follow
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Woes of a Dark Night
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Petals of roses are scorched before noon,
And it’s just February, my month of woes.
Laughter becomes suppressed in the face
Of relighting the dark woods of a wintrous,
Unfeeling December, when the census of beasts
Takes place by the spine of the jungle.
O beating heart, fast and deadly, your tremours
Elephants tramp on the merriment of immigrants,
When they dance to the beats of stolen drums.
......
Sorrow
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
The webs are obstinate
And refuse a hug of the
Broomsticks, besmirched
By diluted coal tar.
Grey walls fascinate dancing
Grimes before your pupils
Dilating even at daytime
To screen the woes on such
Walls painted by dilemmas
That pruned the vestiges of
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