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I weep

by

Binyerem Ukonu

Now must we depart,
And leave for places,
Never to be known,
Not by any of us,
For it's our destiny;
Softly must we slide,
Palm against palm,
Away from ourselves,
Gazing as we depart,
Eyeballs to eyeballs,
Vanishing into dots,
Never to see again,
Never to fall in love,
For to move on is
what we must do, and so..
I weep..


I'll write no more

by

Binyerem Ukonu

The best of my brain,
Have they seen on paper;
Poems from great inspirations,
Best rhymes, meters and styles,
Yet recognition runs far from me,
And it's like I can not write;
That which I started at ten,
And now has added yet one decade,
With many to show for it,
Many, just like William Sh....;
Now I know I'm so tired,
And ready to write no more;
If tired, I need to rest,
And rest, to write no more.

On, on..., and on

by

Binyerem Ukonu

Let's dig till mud is red,
For then will earth be strong,
To hold a house as this,
A house as tall as Everest;
More days, more hours instead,
No matter how short or long,
No matter the fun we miss,
For morrow, the fun is best;
More work and more my friend,
Still more, till we see the end,
For there, we'll have our crowns,
And cease be seen as clowns;
Our names ascribed in gold,
And our story will always be told.

Locked Inside

by

Binyerem Ukonu

Is it bad to fall madly in love?;
Is it bad to hope for things above?;
"for heaven sent you", I reckon,
And all of you I beckon.

Is it bad to be lost when at you I gaze?;
Is it bad to wonder about these nice days,
When I first hit my eyes on you?;
Your smiles fell on me like a dew.

"is it bad to speak to you?", I ask;
Is it bad to see your word as a task?,
For when at first you spoke to me,
My heart paused, 'cos thine word was the key.

"is it bad", again I ask,"to fall in love?";
is it bad to hope for things above?;
Yes, an answer I have to break the spell,
For what is bad, is for me to never tell.

Salvation's song

by

Binyerem Ukonu

Run, run, run!
Run from east, west, north, and south.
Run, run, run!
To help this dame feed her mouth.

As fast as your feet may go,
Run to this sick little one,
Which in dark has been found long ago,
Only to take to her the morning's dawn.

May all allegiance to him, go...
The man who saves this queen,
May the light he brings to Africa, go...
with him, back to his inn.

Painful ecstasy

by

Binyerem Ukonu

At the fall of a flag,
I stopped for love,
And pronto off with us, its bag,
Which weighed me down enough,
And pushed me zigzag, down the road,
Made me loose my poise the more,
Swirled me round. What a load!
Though so hard to the core,
Its pains that's set on me.
So blind, I'm yet to see,
Our morrow, the map so vague.
We'll toss in the wind, its route
Where ever, let it be, even a plague.
Yet still this love will I clench,
And yes, all the way, enjoy the pain.

Africa’s Ample Vendor (aka-nchawa)

by

Binyerem Ukonu

Clarinets resounding,
Tinkles of fairies,
Mottles of chuckles,
Yeah, daub grimaced,
A dame’s demeanour.

Letters visualized,
As orifice unbars,
The doings, ‘tis a sterling vendor
Gazing Mona Lisa’s eyes.

Fragments of a shadowy
Sanguinity_ resides the core
As prospect’s hem appears

Less of a mirage_
Permeating reality.

She spreads her arms
As drapes of good tidings
Pervade her wee palms.

May these colossal crumbs
Be split amongst
Her heirs.

Insanity, nay, is sanity(ajala the mad-man)

by

Binyerem Ukonu

A mad man they call him,

And mad indeed is he

Who dwells in the forest,

Under the evil tree.

Insanity, nay, is sanity_

Once peace resides within.

While men work the day through,

He’s out to fetch his own.

A bosom chum to flies..,

His presence always known.

Insanity, nay, is sanity_

Once peace resides within.

Siren of buzzing flies_,

While odour makes him way,

Who dared to move a yard,

Closer, could never stay.

Insanity, nay, is sanity_

Once peace resides within.

He sees colossal bowls,

Engraved N.D.D.C,

Foraging refuse bins,

If treasure, he could see.

Insanity, nay, is sanity_

Once peace resides within.

He stops, he looks, he smiles,

He thrusts his hand so deep,

Engulfing crunchy maggots,

He licks his tiny lip.

Insanity, nay, is sanity_

Once peace resides within.

Men throw fingers at him,

With curses and some woes.

He chuckles down within

And says,"oh, ninny foes".

Insanity, nay, is sanity_

Once peace resides within.

He treads the busy paths,

Rendering the lottery numbers,

Wise-men would come and hear,

For morrow’s game is nigh.

Insanity, nay, is sanity_

Once peace resides within.

He claps his hands for ghosts,

He sees so pretty clear.

He limps in cheerful mind,

Dancing at market square.

Insanity, nay, is sanity_

Once peace resides within.

"oh, hectic day" he says,

"but what a fertile one",

And heads his way to home,

For work is almost done.

Insanity, nay, is sanity_

Once peace resides within.

So let Ajala be,

Who knows where he has been?

At night he sleeps and snores,

Cocooned in shedding leaves,

The goblins sing him songs,

"that denizens must believe".

Insanity, nay, is sanity_

Once peace resides within.

So let Ajala be,

Who knows what he has seen?