Story says,
I was born as a golden boy,
In coal city
To ordinary lovers.
Story says,
My flaws outnumbers my character.
Still, great stories forces me up,
Pushes me to the brink and beyond.
Story says,
Many will not make the peak
Unless, the stories, their study
Becomes light or spirit.
Ugwu David C
©2023
Days don’t go back
There’s no going back.
Regret is ignorance.
If you care
Love yourself now
Love yourself to stupor
Otherwise,depression,
frustration wrecks you.
For your life
And for your soul
Take responsibility
Take it today
Take it now.
Days don’t go back
There’s no going back
Regret is ignorance.
Ugwu David C
©2023
The garden,
fresh and full.
I wasn’t alone in the garden.
I named the tress,
I named the birds and beasts, I named the river,mountains and all things.
I was happy with all I named
But a part of me was missing inside me.
I looked for this part of myself in the garden
I looked at the cows
I didn’t find it
I looked at the monkeys
I didn’t find it
I looked all around
Yet I couldn’t find the missing me.
Out of frustration
I ignored a strong part of me in the ocean of nothingness.
I ignored the rhythmic vibration that this lost self keep echoing in space.
But , one day
I slept soundly as usual
In my wood carving shade.
Maybe God came
I don’t remember
But the tortoise affirms
That He opened my body and took a rib to create the missing me for me.
Now standing tall
Standing fulfilled
Standing whole
I have found my entire self.
Ugwu David C. ©2023
Piloting my life
Is never easy.
Stormy tempest
Whirlwind, dangers here
dangers there.
I look up to great captains,
I download their pictures,
Listen to their audios,
Meditate on their stories and voyages.
But it is never easy.
It is never easy for me
And I known it is never easy for you too.
My age advances with pace
Yet my knowledge and accomplishments
Crawls behind.
Surely, I will win this life
Like a super legend
For it is written long ago
‘I AM MORE THAN A CONQUEROR.’
Ugwu David C. ©2023
On my rugged road
To gather coins and grains
I blinded my conscience,
I buried the Lord’s laws
And strangled my Mama’s
Moral whisperings
Just to overtake time and space
Now, look at me !
Look at what I have become
Timeless prince in prison
Hero, who does not exist
Legend of the unknown
I look around and all I see
Is despair and darkness
No one cares for me
Just because the flesh has fallen
My errors are my mine
But Lord you’re my THUNDER!
Forgive me O! Lord
Break my chains, for I am yours
Ugwu David .C
©2019
Day by day
My broken will and dream cry unto me
Fighting, screaming loud for a better way
But futile is this game, all is lost to me
Tell me who knows, who knows
The real definition of birth and living
Tell me who knows, who knows
The open mystery of death and parting
Often I’ve heard men say
I’m not pragmatic, not practical
Often I’ve seen women point this way
Whispering be strong, be spiritual
Men and their subtle ideas
Have rightly led me astray
And I am not more or less
But a rotten carcass on a rugged way
The wisdom of king Solomon is good
But our Shepard’s Will is excellent
For by the cross and its humble blood
Water is wine, weakness is strength
Despair is hope and death is life in Christ
Ugwu David. C
© 2019
The era of greatness
Began slowly with a process
A pause, a close of the eyes
It began in all truthfulness
Not with the light nor in her rays
But in despair and in darkness
Like a hawk process swooped
down into a deep troubling dream
So full of owls and bats
Bitter it was once, bitter is it still
Remembering as brave process
Fought and fought and fell
Without rescuing success
But then, HE came very well
In the wind, in the morning bell
Lifting her from the hollow hell
Into a new dawn of ideas
A splendid tomorrow
Devoid of frown and agony
Indeed, the era of greatness
Began slowly with a process
A pause, a close of the eyes
Ugwu David C.
© 2019
I look ahead, I see the past,
I close my eyes and feel the beat,
Of the chest, I tried but tears dropped,
I challenge my mind, trained my faith,
But all this while,
No better days,
I am trapped in the center, the middle,
Life is hard, much harder when you fail,
I lost before, losing again,
The eyes of the sky is black,
And the womb of hell, blue,
I am ready to go, no more,
Farewell mingling toil and wine,
But,
‘Wait!’ dear farmer If you can,
Accept this hoe for your soil if you will,
For I am the end of all sorrows, a new dawn,
So stop and stoop,
Now till and till again,
Gather all worn out tools,
For I am here with you!
Ugwu David C
© 2018
Christ a poet 