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Emeka Mokeme Apr 2019
In the vast
strange funny world,
guess who i
met with.
The stars and
the clouds,
they were
following me
around everywhere
and anywhere,
as if spying
on me and
at the same
time guiding me.
I am the
imperfect stranger
and i just
wondered how
much i'm loved
by this power
stronger than me.
My vulnerability
they sense from afar.
With my follies,
how come
i'm still standing,
without being
struck down by
their wrath.
I must be
important that
they are indeed
mindful of me.
Peeping through
the shadows
of the trees,
they all listen
to the silence
of my thoughts.
Even the tree
i leaned on
whispers into
my ears the
things i should do.
All warning me
that i have go
because of the
dark hours
coming soon.
When the night
creatures come
out to hunt.
Forbid it i
should become food
for the one
stronger than me.
I sauntered away
towards the safety
of my home.
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Emeka Mokeme Apr 2019
There is poetry
in nature.
The way you
breath is poetry.
Meandering of the
river is poetry.
There's poetry
in rainfall.
The songs of
the wind is poetry.
The harsh anger
of the cyclone
is poetry.
There's poetry in
a child's laughter.
The piecing eyes
and the toothless
grin of a
child and the
elderly is poetry.
Poetry is written
everywhere,
even in glistering
star in the
galaxy.
Beauty is poetry,
and the ugliness
of discarded things
are poetry too.
There's poetry
hidden everywhere
you look.
The art of
cooking is poetry.
The heart expresses
itself in poetry.
Love is poetry.
Life itself is
poetry written in
the sand of time.
There's poetry
everywhere and in
everything,
if only you
can look.
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Emeka Mokeme Apr 2019
Husky whispers
of her voice
resounding with
the echoes
of the cave.
She sounded so
close but yet
so faraway.
The whisk of
her scent
i caught.
Moving down
the lane quickly
to find her.
The breeze
blowing to bring
her scent to
my senses.
She smells
of jasmine and
of lilac.
Whiffed like a
hunting dog
i hurried faster
to get her.
Confident of
my steps on
the narrow path,
i steadied my
self on the
willow tree.
Bracing myself,
i ran down
the ***** towards
the west end
of the valley
where she lay
down as if sleeping,
i picked her up
not minding the
wet velvet red
gown on her.
She may be royal
because of the
golden bracelet and
the signet gold ring
on her finger.
A sigh of
relief she muttered
as she held
so tightly
onto my shoulders.
And up
i went towards
the hills to
get her home.
As the trickling
rain shower woke
the sleeping beauty.
Quietly she opened
a beautiful yet
veiled face and
peeped at me
for the first time
through the dark wet
hair that stuck
on her face.
With a subtle smile
on her face,
she gazed up
at me and
her lips moved,
she whispered softly,
as she says,
thank you.
And that is enough.
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Emeka Mokeme Apr 2019
There goes the
terrible and
wicked ones.
Everything about
them is toxic.
Their words are
like needles and
pins piercing
the heart.
It is like
the deadly sharp
poisoned sword
of the assassin.
Like the betrayal
of a brother
so well loved.
It's like a
sour wine filled
with the venom
of the rattle snake.
It is worrisome
to be close
to them in
the dark for
they cannot be
fully trusted.
A danger and
a menace even
to the sucklings.
They don't care
who they trampled
on to climb
up the ladder.
Knowing them is
like the pain
of a broken rib.
Worse than a
man running from
the lion to
rest on a
tree and still
be biting by
a  snake.
Mere hearing of
their name makes
the heart sick.
The faint hearted
pukes as they
perceived their body
odour even from
a distance.
Terrible things happens
to the ones
who don't step
out of their way.
Terrorising the
territory and people
is their way
of life.
Afflicting pain on
others brings
joy to them.
Boiled and barbecued
roasted human flesh
is their delicacies.
Human blood is
their wine.
Misery got company
is their true
identity,
the name of
the demon is
their surname.
Danger is stamped
on their foreheads.
With fire in
their eyes,
they devour the
innocent.
Wickedness is
wrought and wrapped
up in them.
The universe has
rejected and spew
them out.
Even the hades
and hell will
not accept or
accommodate them.
They are the ******.
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Emeka Mokeme Apr 2019
I'm like
a diamond,
shining with
the brightness
of a glittering star,
a rare gem.
Pick me up,
I'm interesting
to know.
If you feel
I'm so *****,
clean me up,
so I can dazzle
and glitter
just for you.
I'm a valuable
possession you
can treasure.
I am Priceless.
I may not
look like what
you have and
always want but
believe me
i am worth it.
Even my droppings
are truly delicious
like the dumplings.
Believe me
when i say,
you can never
regret my
refreshments,
they will satisfy
your inner hunger
and quench your
perched throat
of thirst.
Don't throw away
the ***** water
with the baby.
Rinse the baby
of dirt and
polish this *****
diamond to shine.
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Emeka Mokeme Apr 2019
Wait with me,
in silence for
the first time
under the
pear tree,
so the sun
will go down.
Walk with me,
even if you
don't want to,
I'd like to
show you the
beauty of
the night.
Sit with me
awhile to share
the thoughts and
the dreams of
my heart.
Sing with me
this new song,
to comfort and
bring solace and
soothe the
broken hearted.
Dance with me
tonight to drive
away this heartache
for the moment.
Hug me for
just this moment,
so i can hide
inside your
heart beats.
Pray with me
a little bit,
even if you
don't know how.
Let's laugh
out so loud
even if you
don't feel like,
it will make
you feel better.
Let's just hang out
and hold each other,
it will make
a difference.
Let's just smooch
and kiss
for a while,
and feel the
breathlessness as
our heart pounds
together in the
dance of love,
it's better than
arguing over nothing. ®
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Emeka Mokeme Apr 2019
The things you
see are not
exactly the
way they are.
You are far
away from the
hustle and bustle
of the world,
let the heart back
to the memory
of the deepest.
You can feel
it's heat in
far away places
and look at
the flames
around it as if
to melt you.
If u don't heal
what hurts you,
you will bleed
on people who
didn't cut you.
There are so
many beautiful things
inside the ocean
creating beauty if
you can view it.
Beautiful sunrise is
the moment when
everything is about
to put on color.
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