Lament Poems
Songs
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Songs are invented from the throats of
bamboos, when their robust stems
smile through the caress of the sun.
And melodies seep through the
the lean threads of the plexus, gently.
Balmed by the cosseted whims of
lewd bees, the crux of the tune, soothed
and remedied, slowly besieges us.
Songs are wayward....
Haunting,
......
Elegy for November
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
The shoals below the horrid caverns of a lagoon
usurp all terraces and embankments,
just for the feast on bloodꓽ
crimson atoll
and cremated corals.
Ecclesiastes of the third age is unknown to them —
they who in all seasons,
without respite,
have feasted in flesh and blood,
including that of a famous guru
......
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.
......
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
......
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
......
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
......
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
......
Songs
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Songs are invented from the throats of
bamboos, when their robust stems
smile through the caress of the sun.
And melodies seep through the
the lean threads of the plexus, gently.
Balmed by the cosseted whims of
lewd bees, the crux of the tune, soothed
and remedied, slowly besieges us.
Songs are wayward....
Haunting,
......
