When we write
When we write
Words, ink-dribbled, spurt worlds new
Splash living hues unto minds’ canvases, hearts’ recesses
Craft joy-filled crests and pain-swarmed creases
Upon soul and flesh, temporal and eternal
When we write
We wreck spheres, ignite ruckus, wage war
We lance status-quo, impale swinging license, smash sensuous stances
We maraud minarets, pillage brothels, upturn oppressors’ cash-tables
When we write, we let a truth-starved world know
That Christ Is Revolution
Ikenna Alexander Nwachukwu
A Quibble Over Lives Made Bland
This drivel slobbers down walled criss-crosses
Puncturing nature, mad rush of masses
Plotting future, cussing up hard present
To drop and collect at, yawn, blank descent
Where death wells up our high-hoping hormones
Monuments fade, marks we leave, wisp morose
Blown as dying kiss to loveless cosmos
We lunge forth for a taste of utopia
Our tongue’s toil bears us only dystopia
Our genius damned, our tombs sealed, our lights out
Forever, from fading leaves, dying flames
A call to abandon sisyphean aims
Shred our pacts with earth’s boom-bust cycle gods
And let God infinite rid us of sods
Murk that blinds our eyes, that makes our lives bland
Ikenna Alexander Nwachukwu
(c) 2018
TO THE CHILD IN HIS LOINS
You are free,
Free from the tree that damns you to a mouthful of sour grapes.
You are safe.
Safe from the cutting edge taste of his past
You are blessed
Blessed by pierced hands stretched down to a hand undeserving
You are covered
Covered by the warm blanket of eternal love
I pray for you.
That you will never meet a man from Adam
That your eyes will forever be lit up with joy and laughter
That the aeons of peaceful waiting that keep you, preserve you for a new path.
That “the one”will only seek to preserve your heart
And though he has roamed around with you, tied in loins askew, crushed on a thousand bodies before he let you grow in one,
Your smooth face and supple cheeks shall know no prickly tears.
I severe you from his restless loins today and I connect you to the maker of your days.
Your life will shine forth only glory.
The shame is taken away,
end of story.
I may never meet you child in his loins,
But I choose to set you free.
#buriedbodies
#setthemfree
#pennedprayers
HELLO DECEMBER: A Christmas Poem
One look at you and I knew you would be mother’s last
For mother did not just scream her best, she screamed her last
You were as perfect as perfect could be
The stars jubilated and the chill in the air agreed
I smiled that night I held you tight and called you mine
From the first day you came so alive
We could hardly wait for when you would be twenty five
So you could remind this world again
Of the birth of the one with a name above all names
Who took away our sins and our darkness became extinct
If only we could see you as more than just another ember
If only we could appreciate you as we did your brothers
If only we could refocus our priorities; binoculars
If only we could look beyond the spectacular
Then His light would penetrate our eyes and give us sight
Happy birthday December,
The days count with little to remember
They say you live for just thirty one
And we would have to face yet another 365 equals one
I only pray we celebrate the Christ everyday as we did in your wake
By Princess Pirinye and Ezeonyeka Godswill
