New african poem Poems
Ode to My Beloved Students
by Graham Ereks
In the resplendent halls of Methodist Girls' High, celestial stars are found,
Favour Okpe, my JSS 1 school daughter, shining as the radiant sun, profound.
Edimenere, with her relentless academic prowess, a luminous beacon of light,
Angel Lekiah, a resplendent superstar, a mirror of my childhood's delight.
Gift Eberechukwu in JSS 2, a stunning brainiac of supreme intellect,
Alongside Boma, whose brilliance ascends to the heavens, a paragon of respect.
With seventeen more, each one cherished and stupendous, a joy divine,
Their presence fills my heart with narratives sublime.
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Love's Eternal Shine
by Graham Ereks
In a garden fair, where blooms unfurl,
Stood she, a vision, grace in every swirl,
Her smile, a sunbeam in the morning's glow, Captured my heart, where love's rivers flow.
Together now, through life's uncertain course, Through joyous highs and tempests' fierce force,
Our love, a bastion, in every stance,
In trials faced, our hearts find true romance.
For life, a tapestry of trials and grace,
Yet hand in hand, we conquer every chase,
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The Lament of a Distracted Scholar
by Graham Ereks
Papa said, Son, you've got to face your book'
But here I am lavishing my time on Facebook.
Damsels here and there, I poked and chatted up,
Ignorant of the fill-up of my own cup.
'We can meet up for some great fun tonight, innit?'
My words to her alone, unknown that she was a spirit.
I had a future untill I met this Jezebelous witch,
Today here I am stuck as a bitch.
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The Art of Love in a World of Disguise
by Graham Ereks
Lasses in learning uniforms,
Lads in barrack uniforms,
Ridiculing the art of love.
Did you think Solomon was a saint?
Jacob in Esau's clothing, Mary in Jezebel's outfit,
How on earth did they even think they'd fit?
I'd journeyed through life's lily
And have seen hell, no willy-nilly
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Arise Youths
by Graham Ereks
Eight years have come and gone, yet my people still remain blind,
Many a year our leaders shower us with their sugarcoated tongues.
A zillion promises they make now and then, fulfilling none;
Enriching themselves while the poor masses remain indigent.
Poverty in our land has been catapulted, unemployment is now our most High;
A posse of inconsiderate oldies we have as rulers, a bunch of purposeless grandpas.
Need we die before our voices can be heard? Are we even living?
Now and then we pray things be better, but I guess all is but a colossal bummer.
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Ode to My Beloved Students
by Graham Ereks
In the resplendent halls of Methodist Girls' High, celestial stars are found,
Favour Okpe, my JSS 1 school daughter, shining as the radiant sun, profound.
Edimenere, with her relentless academic prowess, a luminous beacon of light,
Angel Lekiah, a resplendent superstar, a mirror of my childhood's delight.
Gift Eberechukwu in JSS 2, a stunning brainiac of supreme intellect,
Alongside Boma, whose brilliance ascends to the heavens, a paragon of respect.
With seventeen more, each one cherished and stupendous, a joy divine,
Their presence fills my heart with narratives sublime.
......
Love's Eternal Shine
by Graham Ereks
In a garden fair, where blooms unfurl,
Stood she, a vision, grace in every swirl,
Her smile, a sunbeam in the morning's glow, Captured my heart, where love's rivers flow.
Together now, through life's uncertain course, Through joyous highs and tempests' fierce force,
Our love, a bastion, in every stance,
In trials faced, our hearts find true romance.
For life, a tapestry of trials and grace,
Yet hand in hand, we conquer every chase,
......
Not My Business
by Graham Ereks
Hither and thither he went,
Then southward, and soonest north,
Nonstop cuddled and bussed by the wind,
Inward or outward, all oblivious!
Green snakes in Agbada,
More venomous than the Anaconda,
Bloodsucking demons ubiquitous,
But I bet that's not my business!
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The Art of Love in a World of Disguise
by Graham Ereks
Lasses in learning uniforms,
Lads in barrack uniforms,
Ridiculing the art of love.
Did you think Solomon was a saint?
Jacob in Esau's clothing, Mary in Jezebel's outfit,
How on earth did they even think they'd fit?
I'd journeyed through life's lily
And have seen hell, no willy-nilly
......
The Lament of a Distracted Scholar
by Graham Ereks
Papa said, Son, you've got to face your book'
But here I am lavishing my time on Facebook.
Damsels here and there, I poked and chatted up,
Ignorant of the fill-up of my own cup.
'We can meet up for some great fun tonight, innit?'
My words to her alone, unknown that she was a spirit.
I had a future untill I met this Jezebelous witch,
Today here I am stuck as a bitch.
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