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Henry Akeru Aug 2017
Okoro, Nwafor, and Ejike.
Three unwise men from the Floral east
Where spurred by an atavistic urge
To visit the Shrine of NWOKE
The Hedonist! The keeper
Of the frothy Necta
That soothes anxiety with oils of pleasure.
At the crack of dawn.
The keeper makes a journey
Far into the blurry thickest
Were he ascending to the heavenly
And communes with the deities
As a Reward
He is blessed with Necta
With which he curses Men.
From ***** crow to sunset
The Shrine of Palmfonds
Is never void of men.
Poor Devils!
Seeking to ease the heebie-jeebies of existence.
But the talisman is temporal!
The spirit only possesses for a night.
It flees by dawn cos it fears the light.
The three unwise men from the Floral east
Made another visit to the Shrine.
They became faithful.
They live only on the poisonous Necta
FIT ONLY FOR THE GODS.
Nectar is the rich wine tapped from the famous palm tree scattered aboundantly in the eastern part of Nigeria
Henry Akeru Jul 2017
MOTHER! You who prays relentlessly for me
So I don't join the devil and his band of thieves
     .
MOTHER! You whose breast I once clung for life!
My golden arch. My eternal heavenly Prize.
  
MOTHER! When weary and coated  with frozen fear
You massaged me with the balm of motherly Care

MOTHER! You said to me "love and learn to live happily"
One mute morning  while we drank the February breeze

MOMMY:
Again you add  yet a tiny year
The jolly-july clouds match in square .
Celebrating a Gem that's meek and fair .
I sing songs and post poem Everywhere
Marking the birth of my GOLDEN SPEAR!
Henry Akeru Jul 2017
I remember being locked in the pumpkin of her own eyes.
Smiles that catch Snow and burn fire.
She is Nkem, Yes, My  Nkem! She sparkles more than she glitters;
More than even the brightest Star.
She is a canvas; colored with all the shades of beauty.
Like the Udala tree is Sacred.
She could pass for a goddess if she is not one already
So in my heart, her temple is Laid.
  Jul 2017 Henry Akeru
Janae Bello
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Staring back at me
Even with no gaze
It’s judging me
Henry Akeru Jul 2017
Age
When age Speaks beauty not the pain of pension regrets and Missed adventures.

When is Age is light as a kite
But is heavily glazed with Wisdom.

When the youths obscure sight
Is a mirror foresight reflecting before one?
Henry Akeru Jul 2017
I seek not to hide in truth
Or swirl in the spirals of honesty.
I just want to rock with ease
And draw on the canvas of life with smiley strokes.
I seek not to ravel you with words
Or drown you in the sugar sweetness of my rhymes
But to open up your souls to the silent songs of hope.
Henry Akeru Jul 2017
A certain ray of light pierced day
As if to burst the bubble into colored beams.
In the dazzle of the day a bloke felt moody;
Trapped in the maze of his voiceless mind
As he walked oblivious of passion to his prison
Yet prepared he was not for the finery he was yet to see.
A chill crept through his Snaky spine:
When his fell eyes fell to the gravity of the being descending-
The Murky dusty Creamy Stairs
A goddess! regaling in a fiercely flowery gown
Embracing her Sculptured Succulent frame.
She met his eyes with the force of a stray beam of light.
A thud was heard as his heart exploded down his bowel.
Her presence decorated the air stylishly with a musk of femininity.
All at ones he became alert of nature's essence.
An instant Hum perfumed the epicenter of his sordid heart.
He reached out to touch her slender arms
As he breathed almost mechanically "You are beautiful"
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