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Apr 20 · 267
Follow me on HelloPoetry
Henry Akeru Apr 20
Why not follow me?
My pen bleeds rhymes
My heart pumps blood like red wine.

Why not follow me.
Let's hide in poems
Like a child in it's mothers womb.

Your likes and comments
To inspire my craft.
Poetry is my art
Hello poetry is my canvas.
I desire to grow on here.
Apr 18 · 39
Fiction
Henry Akeru Apr 18
You mindless thwarts. Repent from your unbelieve!
See the genius in fiction and bow to its supremacy.
For haven't the mind conceived so many great things?
Even the world was born out of Fiction....
For your unbelieve I pray you :
Wonder off the savanna. Reek to the world in shame !
Or else kiss the feet of the Mastery of mind.
For even that tiny space
And you clutching within onto breath,
Are figments of SOMEONE'S  imagination.
Let there be Light! And there came trillions packets of photons.
Jan 1 · 152
2023 is Now 2024
Henry Akeru Jan 1
Oh, 2023, a fleeting year in time,
Now replaced by 2024's chime.
With the turning clock, a new chapter unfolds,
A tale untold, in the book of life it molds.

The echoes of yesterday softly fade,
As the dawn of a fresh era is laid.
In the canvas of time, strokes anew,
Patterns of moments, both old and true.

Resolutions and hopes, like stars align,
In the vast cosmos of possibilities entwined.
Oh, 2024, with your untrodden ways,
What secrets lie beneath your cosmic haze?

New beginnings sprout like spring's first bloom,
In the garden of fate, where destinies loom.
A chant of moments, a rhythm profound,
As the hands of time continue to astound.

Let's cherish memories of the past,
Yet embrace the future, vast and vast.
For in this transition, a chance to explore,
The untamed wonders of 2024.
Earth has completed one full spin around the Orbits of the Sun.
Henry Akeru Dec 2023
In Nigeria's political theatre, a tale unfolds,
The Hausa-Fulani’s, in power they hold.
For years, the ruling class they've been,
Yet education's light, they've scarcely seen.

Unwavering they stand, a united force,
Dominating cities, charting a course.
Enterprising minds, business savvy and bold,
In the market of life, their stories are told.

Marriage bonds woven within their tribe,
A tradition upheld, where sentiments imbibe.
Ethnicity and religion, threads of identity,
In the mosaic of Nigeria's vast diversity.

Through the corridors of power, they navigate,
A web of connections, a potent state.
Unity binds them, a familial embrace,
Supporting each other in life's challenging race.

In the embrace of tradition, they find strength,
A tapestry woven, a cultural length.
Love and support, a pillar so tall,
Hausa-Fulani’s, standing proud, standing tall.

In the heart of the nation, their legacy thrives,
A paradox unfolds, where wisdom derives.
For though uneducated ratio may be high,
The bonds they share reach up to the sky.

A political dynasty with tales to unfurl,
Hausa-Fulanis, a complex swirl.
In the dance of power, a rhythm unique,
A story echoing through history's mystique.
A Tale of a very Tactical tribe In Northern Nigeria- The Hausas
Dec 2023 · 92
Why Always Me
Henry Akeru Dec 2023
In the land of Igbo, where stories unfold,
A soul bears burdens, both young and old.
"Why always me?" the heart does plea,
In the rhythm of life, a poignant decree.

Beneath the palm trees, where breezes sigh,
Ancestral echoes in the crimson sky.
Through the hustle of markets, tales untold,
The query persists, a narrative bold.

Is it the weight of history, a heavy chain?
Or destiny's dance in the pouring rain?
In the dance of kola, where traditions blend,
"Why always me?"—a query to comprehend.

Through the bustling cities and village lanes,
Resides a spirit resilient, amidst life's strains.
In the echoes of language, a melodic plea,
"Why always me?" in the Igbo symphony.

Yet, amid challenges, strength does rise,
In the tapestry of struggles, where hope lies.
Through the echoes of ancestors, resilience we see,
A vibrant spirit asking, "Why always me?"
The Struggle of a grossly Marginalized Igbo eastern tribe of Nigeria.
Dec 2023 · 70
Blood Bath
Henry Akeru Dec 2023
The plot was to make us cower is fear.
But now they have made the youths very angry.
Anger kills fear just as light kills darkness.

20-10-20: The new tribal mark on the faces of every Nigerian youth.

All I see is blood.
Blood of the youth
Blood of dreamers
Blood of freedom
Blood of justice
Nigeria is bleeding:
Fresh vibrant blood


#LekkiMassacre
#LekkiGenocide
#TinubuIsAMurderer
#endsars
#Lekki
Dec 2023 · 66
To be free...
Henry Akeru Dec 2023
If there is ever a time  I can be free
Then that time should be now.
I wanna be a tree in the wild
Sorrounded solely by my redolence.
i wanna be like the night bat
Free to roam the ethreal essence.
I wanna drink like a sailor
And read every line like a geek.
Like a breathtaken borned butterfly,
I'll dance samba in  the zithering zephyr
I wanna be  free; free to be me!
Jumb of a cliff and bounce on the cotton clouds

But these are just wishes
For every time i am awake
I'm trapped within these stuccoed walls.
I really wanna be free .
They say get better dont get bitter.
I'm working on switching them letters
They say pain hurts and fear hates..
I say pain strenghtens and fear draws faith
When am free i will wash away every doubt
I will take my time..Maybe this time.
A note to myself.
Dec 2023 · 61
The Compulsory Flight
Henry Akeru Dec 2023
Will i go into my Casket
with a stranded beam of light?
Will there be laid a Basket
Of fruits and assorted to ease my flight?

I wonder which expression to wear
A grin, a smile, a frown, or a Smirk
Maybe tight lips to aid the fear,
Of being abandoned in a world so dark.

Perhaps I should acquire a shovel
To burrow into the earth a grave?
Buy a tipper load of gravel;
Decorate the epitaph on which my name's engraved

I wish my remains be burned.
I dread being trapped in a box.
Dust we are so to the air we belong ...
Let my ashes be free to scatter eastward.

The true and pretended weeping
Of loved ones and those indifferent
Did nothing to ease my Passing
Smile and cheer let your energy not be Spent.

Check my Vault and you will find
Nothing but memories previously stored.
The sun shines on vanity; all the time be Kind
Love is Key. My floating ash smiles at you all.
Tribute to death. A compulsory phase for all mankind.
Henry Akeru Dec 2023
A mystery woven in threads unseen,
Stars above hint at a pattern keen.
Time dances, a chance so fine,
Yet fools attempt its intricate line.

Paradox veiled in a shroud of mist,
Secrets exist by nature's twist.
The fool, unafraid of the unknown,
Tries to grasp what can't be shown.

Through time's corridors they stray,
Chasing echoes of an elusive display.
Destiny, a riddle, a story untold,
Only fools seek its secrets bold.

In folly, a grace still finds its place,
Daring spirits in the fool's embrace.
For in the quest, though plans may shift,
Wisdom blooms in the sands adrift.

So let fools dream till the dawn,
On Destiny's nature, pondering on.
In the pursuit of the divine,
Only fools find treasures in Destiny's sign.
#Destiny
Dec 2023 · 65
How Will I die
Henry Akeru Dec 2023
In the heart of the savannah, 'neath the African sky,
A tale unfolds of a life, a journey, oh, so high.
Beneath the baobab's shade, where stories are spun,
How will I depart when my time is done?

Will it be in the rhythm of the tribal drum,
Amidst the whispers of ancestors, hum by hum?
Beneath the acacia's branches, where lions roam free,
In nature's embrace, will my spirit find glee?

Shall I rest with the sunset, a fiery display,
As the horizon ignites, marking the end of the day?
In the dance of the rain, on the red-earthed ground,
Will my essence, like droplets, be joyously found?

Ancestors' whispers linger in the rustling leaves,
Tales of life and death, where the soul believes.
In the cradle of Africa, where spirits soar high,
I'll find my farewell in the African sky.
On a gloomy Night, A thought crossed my Mind; How will Die?
This is a fun Poem. I have decided to Live a life fraught with LOVE and ADVENTURE.
Sep 2021 · 124
I Just Don't know how.
Henry Akeru Sep 2021
I don't know how it was
Or how it came to be.
All I know is now I'm drunk with life
And very full of rhymes.
Poetry is my Lunch and dinner.
The sunrise is light breakfast.
I remember being muted
By the loudness of thy charm.
maybe that was when I tripped
Due to the solid strength of feminine firmness.
Evident in the way you weighed your step.
I wish I could tell the exact time and place
Or maybe narrate a story on a slate...
A proper narrative with perfect imagery
To paint the spark you've brought herein.
But in all honesty, I can't.
I Just don't know-how.
Swept.
Sep 2021 · 101
BLUE
Henry Akeru Sep 2021
The elegant breeze whistled like a blue flute.
Your floral gown; blue
Danced expertly to its broken blue tune.
Your smile was another color and blue.
From your hands grew a rose
A rose whose color i won't disclose.
This is a poem for Blue
So any color mentioned will be taboo.
Underneath the open covers of blue skies.
A serenade of blue butterflies scattered forth
when blue hearts joined in a bluish kiss.
Electric like the blue taste of mint mouthwash
A blue is like the shine of Sapphire and Topaz
The blue of Absence
When mean rain splash mercilessly on blue panes
And i lay helplessly ensconced in blue covers.
The provocative blue in Pinocchio Lies
Within the blue solace of gingers depths.
Jun 2020 · 171
Dream
Henry Akeru Jun 2020
Sometimes I wonder;
Am i really awake sleeping
or just living this life in Dreams?
#COVID-19 REALITY
Apr 2020 · 96
Melted Wax
Henry Akeru Apr 2020
This is something I will do ;
Steal a candle at night to write you a poem.
A wind crept in through my window
It landed on my Chin and I smiled.
My mind danced like the stranded candle flame:
Happiness!.
I remembered the flicker in your eyes.
Magical! I was entailed. Many faced one.
Yes! Many faces you’ve got each new.
I kissed you. Not with my lips;
My heart did. And yes it was Magical!
My world is a Metallic Frame.
Behind bars, my slender arm reached out.
My slender arms were not long enough.
Like wax, It melted.
Hoping to regain my form on a shapeless candle stand.
Desires
Oct 2019 · 116
WET FLOOR
Henry Akeru Oct 2019
The wet floor sign has been raised for the tears.
Blood in the eyes. Bleeding pain and fear.
I walked carefully lest I slip.
Sleep deserted, the pillow soaked not the ******.

A sip of the abandoned wine.
Brought about the washing of guts.
More tears: the floor becomes really slippery this time.
Time took flight then crashed to a halt in shame.

Taking careful steps lest I fall.
Out of the cavity came dry bullets
The sign called: EVEN WETTER FLOOR!
Then I slipped into sleep against all Odds
I broke the heart of a woman i love so much.
Apr 2019 · 182
I Will Miss
Henry Akeru Apr 2019
I will Miss rejoices tiny voice echoing through the hall at Night
I will miss Lynda's Lean Zero fat body and Bulgy Cute eyes
Sharons BumBum bubbling Like Frost bubbles
i will miss;
Victoria's Bright Crystal eyes sparkling like polished Carbon.

I will miss my buddy, Duru our late-night sessions.
Rasaq attempting to toast all my girlfriends( Now you have 2)
I will miss  Peter's Eerie Quietness

I know am always crazy and sometimes very quiet.
My *** belly preaches the gospel of my Diet.
Yet our night memories I will never digest
#Friends at work doing Night shift shuffled.
Apr 2019 · 206
Mirage
Henry Akeru Apr 2019
Will you allow yourself go
Just because you await what is yet to come?

Let your wings Loose
While stilling the Arid Air.

Will you  drown yourself in thirsty truth
Or flood yourself in the desert of  Dreadful Lies?

All i see are forward glides in the opposite.
A dive into the musk of filt.
Hidden Truth.
Feb 2019 · 195
My Thoughts
Henry Akeru Feb 2019
My thought is like the Gold Crown
So tiny yet so dear.
But make a little smoochy sound
And It disappears.

My thought is like the desert.
So vast and so dry.
Heat and dust will make you merry.
Flooded in the mirage of truth.

My thought is like the ocean,
Reflecting the shimmering sun
Yet hiding so many slimy Secrets
Hunting me with dark dreams

My thought is like the moon
Glorious at night
Yet shy at day
In it holds power and MIght.

My thought is my blanket in the snow
My ice in the Heat
My light for the nights
And my forever playmate.
Word play.
Feb 2019 · 384
Give You
Henry Akeru Feb 2019
I will battle treacherous thorns,
Conquer the garden to give you Roses.

I will wrestle the wind and the sky
on eagles wings to give you earth.

An elephant will i tumble upside down
harvest the tusk to craft you a scepter.

A tsunami will I cause to unravel
The treasure hidden beneath the ocean for you.

For I love you with the love of old:
my humble heart I present in a golden chalice.
for my one true love NKIRU
Jan 2019 · 286
I could....
Henry Akeru Jan 2019
If I could dance
I still wouldn't dance with you
What use is the music
When we dance a different step?

If I could sing
I doubt our melodies would rhyme.
For the Key you choose is high
I fear I might break a cord.

If I could travel the world
I will do so alone
My desires are to ferry the seas
To be far away from your LAND!
heart break ..
Jan 2019 · 122
JOY
Henry Akeru Jan 2019
JOY
Yes, the Mail!
It came from me
Imagine the Joy
It brought my craft
In penning this Poem
To state My feel

Who is the  King?
A whacky weakling without Queen
His Joyous defender
She Joy is a crown
Which he must adorn
At all costs!

Your body and Mind:
I want to read
maybe I might reach passion:
A joyful feeling when you draw close
Breath love on your tender Nape
And watch you fade away!
Passion, Hope and Dreams
Dec 2018 · 120
Invincible....
Henry Akeru Dec 2018
whenever i hold you close
I feel invincible.
Something like gold in the crust.
From dawn till dusk
To drink from the aura of thy musk
A soothing release from harsh reality.

Whenever I Kiss thy lips
Invincible my bones become.
Something like a diamond sheathed power.
Year in and year out
To sip from thy ***** of grace
a painless drift from the hibbie-jibbies of existence.

Whenever I stray away from you.
My defenses collapse and I die;
A choking breath from an excess breeze.
My bones become washed.
Like Samson without a strand of hair
The columns collapse on my remains.
to my love and best friend
Aug 2018 · 3.8k
Manipulation
Henry Akeru Aug 2018
Barrage of societal Pressure,

The quicksand beneath Success.

Who paves the way

To the narrow curves with thorns,

Family or Foes?

Thin air provides the deceitful mask of comfort

Nothing is real.

Life is as dead as a shadow

With a surreal ghost. Supported by a strand

We are all dark matter. We are Rusty.

Yet we hold on to hopeless Hopes

And dark dreamy dreams.
We are noth' but puppets.

Who is the puppeteer?

Who decides the end?

For now, we swing to the strings of manipulation

Until this shadow fades into the dark Light.
the futility and uncertainty of life.
Aug 2018 · 254
Crown her Nails.
Henry Akeru Aug 2018
I wonder why I get lost
Every time my mind wonders to Her.

She greets my heart first
With a furry of freshness so tender.

Her native announces her with "Nkiru"
Royalty with a golden Haem in her vein.

When She steps the roses blossoms by,
Perfuming the arena with an aromatic Reign.

A dime that can crack the ice,.
With the pick in her touch, she revives a dewy rain.

When she  switches on the globe in her lense,
On me a shadow of passion rest

Mimosa Pudica I am, her touch awakens my Sense.
Like the sky, she absorbs my sandy smoke with zest.

She is my mirror image
through my every gesture she sees

She is the second Eve to whom I bow.
The breast in her mouth forms nectar I **** like a buzzing bee.

At night a silent whisper to her i send
Patterned and adorned like a swallowtail

A gentle prayer
Indeed to keep her safe 'till I crown her nails...
to the woman, i fell in love with "nkiru"
Jun 2018 · 171
Have you ever seen?
Henry Akeru Jun 2018
Have you ever seen
a dwarfed giraffe with stunted legs?
What is a giraffe without length?

What is a Lion without tooth?
Or a bat trapped in daylight?

Have you ever seen
a Slim bear with a very lean waist?
What is a bear without weight?

What is a lie without truth
or the night without a promise of daybreak?

Have you ever met
a righteous politician with truth in his *****
what is a politician without a foul breath?

What is life without ups and down
Or a Henry without his darling Nkiru?
Jun 2018 · 451
To be Free
Henry Akeru Jun 2018
If there is ever a time  I can be free
Then that time should be now.
I wanna be a tree in the wild
Surrounded solely by my redolence.
i wanna be like the night bat
Free to roam the ethereal essence.
I wanna drink like a sailor
And read every line like a geek.
Like a breathtakingly borne butterfly,
I'll dance the samba in  the zithering zephyr
I wanna be free. Free to be me!
Jump of a cliff and bounce on the cotton clouds


But these are just wishes
For every time I am awake
I'm trapped within these stuccoed walls.
I really wanna be free.
They say get better don't get bitter.
I'm working on switching them letters
They say pain hurts and fear hates...
I say pain strengthens and fear draws faith
When am free I will wash away every doubt
I will take my time...Maybe this time.
Note to self
Apr 2018 · 307
Gasoline
Henry Akeru Apr 2018
Smells like heaven 

Yet it burns like hell.

This gasoline love of yours;

The soot as it burns 

has blinded me well.


When Our lips brushed..

And we purge with passions

Your love like gasoline

explodes my shredded senses.

Whenever Supple Skin meets.


When I spread my arms

It flirted into space.

This gasoline like love

Snakes ghostly like sneaky steam.

smoking out of my Embrace.


Just like a match

My destiny is to burn

Your gasoline love

Consumed my essence 

Producing a red torch of my destiny.
#compatible_destruction
Mar 2018 · 964
If I Was Asked To Write.
Henry Akeru Mar 2018
If I was asked to write a story
I will write about hope
For the little she child
Germinating like weeds in the streets.

Pivoting a tray on frail neck.
Hawking fruits while books lay dormant.

Look at Her!
Lemons sprouts abruptly:
Buns smeared with oils of lust.
The she child: An object of *******.

Forced out of secure fences
By the fierce fire of hunger and starvation.

Mummy told her not to talk to strangers
But to strangers she must sell
Out of sight and out of cover
She was pounced on and devoured!

Another maiden is bleeding red tears.
A child becomes a mother!

Even if I had a mandate to write
On clean placards for all to see In white.
I wont waste my ink and sheets
For this generation does not read nor see.
I write for poor children in Africa.. Especially the woman  child whom are mostly victims of **** and molestation..
Mar 2018 · 836
Love will Tear Us Apart
Henry Akeru Mar 2018
Glancing at the rain bathing the pane
We kissed tenderly as the lightning hissed.
Our nails ate into sumptuous skin;
This Love Will Tear Us Apart!
The electric music of washing water ceased.
The shy Sun, at last, was free from the prison of Creamy-clouds
We ran out to play and bath with the damp wind
Not knowing this Love Will Tear Us Apart!
In your eyes, I saw my frame beautifully crafted,
Cushioned with the mastery of wants and desires.
When our fingers lock I feel a surge of flame
Instantly I knew this Love would rip us Apart.
Nights turn to day and laughter to snoring.
Ticking time knacks its Danceless tune on plain walls
As distance swallowed up all space between us
That was when love TORE US APART.
The pains of a distant and helpless Relationship.
Feb 2018 · 161
Shade of Ash
Henry Akeru Feb 2018
Slowly she walked
Like a leaf traveling with the wind.
On her face was a shade of Ash.
She could collapse a bridge
With the venom of her rage.
Yet she chose to smile
'cos her baby bade her So.
Wash her smile did the Ash 
And safely on the bridge towered.
For her rage has come to rest.
She loves him and he too.
A lovely day and a well saved memory!
Feb 2018 · 277
The smile you have.
Henry Akeru Feb 2018
The smile you have
Is the 8th color of the rainbow;
The main essence of the rain!

The smile you have
Is  the patterns on the peacock;
The defination of grace and reign!

The Smile you have
Is the music in the waterfall;
The Majesty and grace of its name!

The smile You have
Can heal a broken heart;
Soft and silky like a lions royal mane!

The Smile you have 
To me is treasure at sea
I shall set sail to famous glory and fame!
#love
Dec 2017 · 300
Time
Henry Akeru Dec 2017
Tick Tick Tock tock it goes
Speaking the tongue of the old
Round and round the hands do spin
Spilling the guts of man and the wellness within.

Check and Check a must you have 
lest u varnish in its tide and mist
It yawns and growls its bowel is starved!
Three long arms that punch without molding a fist.

Time oh time you stole HIs life!
made Him wrinkle and wriggly like winter.
Why do we live a life of strife?
If time clocks and washes us all away like a passing river.
Just Live every breath with ease  cos it's too thin to bare heavily.
Nov 2017 · 309
HE
Henry Akeru Nov 2017
HE
He would climb a tree to count the stars.
He once raced after a train crawling from afar!
He dared the Siberian to a friendly dance.
He lives for life and does nothing by chance

He claimed a strange voice was his Spur.
He wanted to hide the moon behind his Freaky Furs
He ones Hushed a Cobra with a Hushy Hiss.
He's But a man willing to live and Grieve in Peace!

He is my friend and a brother by Breath
He had Pulled from my heart a dagger of death.
He is Unknown to the world but to me
He Is Born in my head and herein he lives!
An unknown Hero
Oct 2017 · 379
Let me be
Henry Akeru Oct 2017
Am Just a bird with wings
But too weak to escape to reality.
Am too weak to swim as a fish
Drowning in my ocean of doubt.
My faith is in the desert;
Drying to a dead End.
Drunk elders said emphatically;
Don't get bitter get better.
But My bitterness is now Sweet,
Sweeter than the bitterness of truth.
JUST LET ME!
Am weary of false promises,
They are like worms festering my ears.
JUST LET ME BE!
Am not going to listen no more.
I have tasted the truth and now am free!
JUST LET ME BE!
Am a bird..I live in the Sky
But i bathe with warm sand when cold.
LET ME BE PLEASE!
Am ready to leap off the cliff
So ready I am to fall in love with the Wind.
Freedom
Sep 2017 · 301
I Am...….
Henry Akeru Sep 2017
You can drink me if you want
I am a poppy, I can quench your desires; Thirst!
I can also make your pains go away.
Take a Swig! drink all you want!

I am big and I am Small
I am your daring desire and favorite fear
As heavy as a kite am a memory so clear.
I come alive when you Fall!

I shine bright in the dark
Like venom, I snake down your cheek when you Cry
Am not a regret yet I make you Ask Why?
I am A giver, not a Lack

I make you scream a silent roar
Am your escape and rebirth; Future, now and then!
I am a Dream and a story I can tell.
I am a breach of gravity I make you SOAR!
Aug 2017 · 199
Elixir of Hope
Henry Akeru Aug 2017
She has smiley fiercesome eyes
She could melt any walls with it.
Her smile has eyes of its own
It flashes like neon and cinders.

From a dense crowed
The aura of her presence could be read.
A silence of her Loud!
In the pureness of Oneliness her soul is lead.

There was a change;
of weather it seemed and a dull reigned
Her face was drained;
Of life and the blossoming therein slewed

Oh if only one could mop
This dew of sadness now rested on Her.
Using an elixir of hope
Maybe her smile will be reborn...Alas!
Aug 2017 · 168
SOMETIMES
Henry Akeru Aug 2017
SOMETIMES
Sometimes things are better shared softly
like powder smeared on a baby's **** lest they go red with rashes.

Sometimes better early tears are shed Slowly
Then left to build and burst forth like volcanoes!

Sometimes a broken bone is cured with a Crack
'Cos when Pampered is left to swell and rotten.

Sometimes life is spent swimming in the pool of the past
And the present existence is left dry and cranky

Sometimes a Lie is meant to Ignite the truth
But the effect is not impressive like a firework!

Sometimes when anger burns like Sulfur
It takes only the ice of patience to quench it.

Sometimes we tend to drink in mysterious light
while our souls lurk in the shadow of myseries

Sometimes an Echo is just a friendly reminder
That the unstuccoed walls do have ears that listen.

Most of the times 'LOVE' is all we truly need
And a bounty of it is stuffed in the stars
Aug 2017 · 234
I meant different
Henry Akeru Aug 2017
Not what I said
Well, literally what I said
But I swear you
I meant different!

Not what you see
Well, physically what you see.
But I pray you
I meant different.

Not what you hear
Well, words pry arid air
But I beseech you don't listen.
I meant different.

Many times actions
Break the bond of spoken words
But I pray you hear my heart
See I've always meant it differently.
Always Mis-understood.
Aug 2017 · 141
Memories
Henry Akeru Aug 2017
Like an army of bold stallions
Your memories raised dust in my Heart.
like the golden of the setting sun
You make my smile a sight to behold!
And when the duty roll is called
And i step out with my swinging cord
To swirl and dance to rhythms unheard
And see to the burst of colorful fire works.
In a posh valley we shall seat and drink,
smiling back at our reflections on silvery streams....
i felt a push within me
A familiar life came sliding through;
it was love!
I was not in love for i am its Mum:Through me it was formed.
Out it came coated red like a rose.
It scented fresh like frost in winter.
My Plumped lips parted to a Smile and curved to a frown,
As the horses raced your memories away
A dusty view was all i had,
wishing to see thy oval face again!
Aug 2017 · 256
Necta from the Gods
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
Jul 2017 · 268
Mother
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!
Jul 2017 · 192
Nkem
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 · 169
Age
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?
Jul 2017 · 203
Truth
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.
Jul 2017 · 487
Girl from the stair
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"
Apr 2017 · 236
Adele and Ansel
Henry Akeru Apr 2017
When all is well and Swell
And the glassy sea spill out shells
      The majesty of its ell
       On me cast a spell
My nostrils twitch to the glorious smell...
I revere at the beauty therein kept
    And the life it gave my latent cell.
A sudden golden gong gushed from a bell!
  A gush from within i knew well
         Images: forms of my Angel
Blissful thoughts of love held me like a gel,
          And then I fell!
Head Swirling like a loose thread held by a peg.
   To bow and follow my noble Adelle
      A course thus set for this Ansel!
Apr 2017 · 186
The mob
Henry Akeru Apr 2017
THE MOB
They came looking for Us
With Axes,hoes and Clubs
Some even came bearing Stones
Ready to have our graves Enthroned!
The Ulysses were forbidden
The night was void of decoration it was Hidden.
The shimmering sun spinned without drama
And the birds whispered in-low tones: karma!
        In our hearts we'd died.
Our Countenance collapsd like falling leaves. Dried
Yet without mercy came a bellowing blow
     A harvest of tooth and blood flowed
    Scooped in baskets like fresh fruits
        Ones again we died without truth
With tears cascading our eyes like a fall
And now we remain Dead, rusted brains in our skulls .
Relishing in comforting darkness:
Nothing to sense. Void of Consideration just emptiness.
Polished by earth and Matter,
we become white and clean, even neater
Without the wanton weight of our fowl hides.
Never to be pounced again by the Mob.
         Thank God we are Now
                    DEAD

— The End —