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Distant Admiration
10/12/06

At a distance it glitters
Her moist and ebony skin
Under the semi-dark sky
Early in the morning
Along silent Harrison street.

From a distance I was captivated
By her uncalculated cat-working
Towards my path along the street;
Her long straight, spotless and smooth legs
Piercing through her three quarter skirt
Engross my heart with passion.

Distantly I trembled
At gorgeous glance on my heart's
Desired angel's movement and
Her suavity unleash eccentric emotion in me
By her simple admired attire
Blended with her authentic skin color,
I am enchanted from distance
Along noiseless Harrison street.

Solitary Admiration
11/10/06

Since my first glance
Of the lady like a gazelle
Along the silent street
I have hoped
To meet her again.

Since the first gaze—
My solitary admiration of her ebony figure
Along Joseph Harrison street,
Passionately have I scripted
My heart's sequential expressions:

“Let me fill your heart
with bundles of gazania flower,
let me into your warm arms and
hover my lips over yours
in the confines of my gazebo.”

“Let me have a taste
of your succulent breast--
a sweet cherry in the forest--
to bedew my rusty heart
for being in love again!”

Severely, Shallion hissed
And grasped my thigh,
Slowly she clung her red-lips
Tighter to my subtly moistened lips
Along the silent street.

Attached Souls
12/12/06

Sincerely, it's sad;
Heart-arching
Soul-dampening
Hearing "Farewell" bid
By the beloved,
Truly it's bad;
Tearing apart
This touching attachment
Of utmost feeling: love!
It's damned fearful;
Listening to the distressed,
Agonized, pained and solemn
Expressions of a heart
Beset by beating confessions.
It's indeed madness;
Tearing apart attached souls,
Sailing across life's coasts
In love's vessel!

Ode To Christopher Okigbo
09/08/03

Shrines present traditionalists
Offering rites and rituals
To their ancestral deities.

Amidst crowded tourists
During festive period found:
Drummers, chanters and dancers.

Behind steering-wheel
Seated certified drivers:
Masters of traffic-light.

Media house abode
Inquisitive personalities:
Journalists and broadcasters.

WAR TERRITORY
Stead of cursed-steel
Horrifying thirsty of BLOOD.

Its camouflaged battalion
Hover at battle-front
With cudgel, archery and dane-gun.

POEEET mirrors life
With pen on paper;
NOT a TOOOY at war-front!

O, dear mystic poet:
Christopher Okigbo
You toyed your life at battle-front!

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