The Web Poetry Corner
DreamMachineThe Web Poetry Corner is a Dream Machine Site
The Dream Machine --- The Imagination of the World Wide Web
Google

The Web Poetry Corner

Ike Aro

of

Owerri, IMO, Nigeria

Home Authors Alphabetically Authors Date Submitted Authors Country Submission Rules Feedback



If you have comments or suggestions for Ike Aro, you can contact this author at:
stageplota@yahoo.com (Ike Aro)


Find a book store near you, no matter where you are located in the U.S.A.!


Cerzan

...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities

Gypsy's Photo Gallery


No Guilt In His Blood

by

Ike Aro

Guilt has never trailed
The swiftness of my fingers,
The flirting glint in my eyes.
Neither has it mocked my heart
And slept my night.

The days know I am
A son of the season
Singing with some fortunate lords,
Dancing a cringing leaf-like dance.

A parvenu once I was.
That was when we sold
The people's birthright
And pocketed their hope.

I represent my belly well
And feed my dog on the rable's ration.
My palms have long ceased to be red
But stinks of misty minted rolls.

Like an old unreformed prostitute
I do not still think
Guilt has charred my lungs
Into cancerous lumps.
Neither has it swollen my heart
And stricken my footprints.


I Plead For A New Flesh

by

Ike Aro

Like a tsunami-triumphed wall
Beaten by the teeth of seasons
Like a scorched ugba tree
Benumbed by hasty footprints of heartless flames
Like a cheerless truncated tar
Befuddled by contageous spread of sneering potholes
I plead for a new flesh.

The Messiah-President

by

Ike Aro

His mass was a shivering rage
Like a looming tsunami.
His eyes almost bulged with intimidation.
The table rattled fearfully
And his lips pursed to a sneering line.
Then his right fist shot out
And caught his truculent sway.
"I am a Messiah!" he bawled
And the cringing audience responded:
"Hail dear Messiah!
May our sins crucify you
That we might live!"

Life

by

Ike Aro

I seldom give
My thoughts a knock
On the head these days
For I've learnt
The wise antics
Of the season.
My linbs more often
Listen to my ears.

If it comes
My shadow to donkey-trudge
My life
And wince from stings
While others dance and sing
I would wake
My head to lead
My journey with wings.

Sometimes
The defiant mists of life
Parrot-mock our strength
But still we trudge on.

Life's not really how far
You've gone
But how close
You are to the victory line.

A REFUGEE'S TWILIGHT SONG

by

Ike Aro

When we long to make the most of life’s hazy provisions
To learn this song of puzzling notes
The hours like the heavy weight of sleep
Burden my soul

Oh my breath, I ask you not to stop your trot
Since death, unfettered has sowed the row
At birth

Oh how my soul is petered with tingeing darts of hunger
And benumbed by unearthly shrieks of flying deaths

Oh how steady my limbs part with their strength
And the harmattan-beaten distance
Cackles in shameless mockery

What then is the pride of living
When the rains do not prick ears to pleas
And the sun smiles with a dark heart

The unblinking hours muster their strength into days
And the days sing their ignoble chant
Into the famished bosom of the year

But the hours, oh the hours are the desperate crossing
Across a wild-tempered river
And our days are the blister-ridden soles
On a rocky hill.

Yesterday was the slinking bedbug that licked
And spat away our forming blood
And today is a sober-grey sang
That weeps heartedly for a broken horizon_

If with only a sprinkle, a sprinkle of cheerful kindness
The earth shall smile a mile more
And the mildewed roses of my soul shall blossom
With petals of life.

A REFUGEE’S TWILIGHT SONG

When we long to make the most of life’s hazy provisions
To learn this song of puzzling notes
The hours like the heavy weight of sleep
Burden my soul

Oh my breath, I ask you not to stop your trot
Since death, unfettered has sowed the row
At birth

Oh how my soul is petered with tingeing darts of hunger
And benumbed by unearthly shrieks of flying deaths

Oh how steady my limbs part with their strength
And the harmattan-beaten distance
Cackles in shameless mockery

What then is the pride of living
When the rains do not prick ears to pleas
And the sun smiles with a dark heart

The unblinking hours muster their strength into days
And the days sing their ignoble chant
Into the famished bosom of the year

But the hours, oh the hours are the desperate crossing
Across a wild-tempered river
And our days are the blister-ridden soles
On a rocky hill.

Yesterday was the slinking bedbug that licked
And spat away our forming blood
And today is a sober-grey sang
That weeps heartedly for a broken horizon_

If with only a sprinkle, a sprinkle of cheerful kindness
The earth shall smile a mile more
And the mildewed roses of my soul shall blossom
With petals of life.

A REFUGEE’S TWILIGHT SONG

When we long to make the most of life’s hazy provisions
To learn this song of puzzling notes
The hours like the heavy weight of sleep
Burden my soul

Oh my breath, I ask you not to stop your trot
Since death, unfettered has sowed the row
At birth

Oh how my soul is petered with tingeing darts of hunger
And benumbed by unearthly shrieks of flying deaths

Oh how steady my limbs part with their strength
And the harmattan-beaten distance
Cackles in shameless mockery

What then is the pride of living
When the rains do not prick ears to pleas
And the sun smiles with a dark heart

The unblinking hours muster their strength into days
And the days sing their ignoble chant
Into the famished bosom of the year

But the hours, oh the hours are the desperate crossing
Across a wild-tempered river
And our days are the blister-ridden soles
On a rocky hill.

Yesterday was the slinking bedbug that licked
And spat away our forming blood
And today is a sober-grey sang
That weeps heartedly for a broken horizon_

If with only a sprinkle, a sprinkle of cheerful kindness
The earth shall smile a mile more
And the mildewed roses of my soul shall blossom
With petals of life.

A REFUGEE’S TWILIGHT SONG

When we long to make the most of life’s hazy provisions
To learn this song of puzzling notes
The hours like the heavy weight of sleep
Burden my soul

Oh my breath, I ask you not to stop your trot
Since death, unfettered has sowed the row
At birth

Oh how my soul is petered with tingeing darts of hunger
And benumbed by unearthly shrieks of flying deaths

Oh how steady my limbs part with their strength
And the harmattan-beaten distance
Cackles in shameless mockery

What then is the pride of living
When the rains do not prick ears to pleas
And the sun smiles with a dark heart

The unblinking hours muster their strength into days
And the days sing their ignoble chant
Into the famished bosom of the year

But the hours, oh the hours are the desperate crossing
Across a wild-tempered river
And our days are the blister-ridden soles
On a rocky hill.

Yesterday was the slinking bedbug that licked
And spat away our forming blood
And today is a sober-grey sang
That weeps heartedly for a broken horizon_

If with only a sprinkle, a sprinkle of cheerful kindness
The earth shall smile a mile more
And the mildewed roses of my soul shall blossom
With petals of life.