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Raphael Uzor Mar 2014
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Raphael Uzor Mar 2014
You smile at me- uneasy!
Suppressing the frown underneath
You sigh and you say nothing
Not a single word you bare!

Your face is smeared with scorn
Your silent words are cruel
Stabbing repeatedly with pain
Yet, you're too nice to say.

Your words would have been harsh
But your silent words are venom
You haven't said a word
But your eyes, they reveal volumes.

Why the difficulty in speech?
Why the patronage and deceit?
If only I could read your mind...
If only I could hear your heart...

It would tell of how I repulse you
Of I embarrass you in public
Of how you hate the hugs I crave
Of how far apart we've strayed!

But why the silent regrets?
Why paint a dead flower red?
For the words you dread to say
Are softer than the silence you sway!

I know you mean well for you
But you're just afraid I'd hurt
Afraid to rip my heart in two
When your silence has crushed to dust!

A little openness if you cared,
Could have left us bound as friends
A little honesty could have saved me
But we've both died in your silence!*


© Raphael Uzor
Raphael Uzor Mar 2014
I sit and I think
Seeking a poetic opening
Daring to write my masterpiece

I haven't written in a while
At least, nothing worthy of a "Like"
Such poetic redundancy!

I read lines from other poets
Brilliant! Wonderful!! Astonishing!!!
How inspiring, how sweet!

So now must I write
And retain my rightful place
Among the nobles- called Poets!

Life was good- mundane!
Then came poetry- exciting!!
And now it's dwindling- Oh no!!!

Putting pen to paper
I scribble for hours, still nothing
I'm losing it, I freeze at the thought.

I'm sorry to disappoint you
But this is not a poem
For I sought it, but didn't find it.

For poetry is like a chick
Elusive when sought
Flirtatious when shunned.

So, must I wait
Not seeking to find her
But surrendering, for her invasion.


© Raphael Uzor
No inspiration!
Raphael Uzor Mar 2014
She wins...
She always does

After a long busy stay
From missing her all day
I go home to her
And she's there, she's always there,
Patient, soothing and tender
Luring me to bed...
As I fight her charms,
Trying to stay up; workaholic impulse raging!

I win...
For a moment or so

Daring to focus
For a couple more hours
Desperate not to give in
At least not without a fight.
She peeks out from our bedroom
Sneaking up from behind,
As I snooze momentarily
But I can't win this fight, there's no use trying!

Accepting defeat, I embrace her
Letting her caress me

She entraps me all night
I'm lost, against my will
I know I'll wake up guilty,
Wishing I could send her away
But I'm stuck with her for life
And she takes so much of my time
Time I could use for work
But no, she won't let go; not when I always yield!

And no, she's not my wife
She's not even my girlfriend
Not some girl from across the street
Just a nobody, named Sleep!


© Raphael Uzor
What were you thinking?
Raphael Uzor Mar 2014
We blame our fathers
We call them traitors
We wish they had fought
We analyze and criticize!

But; while we slept

Our villages were attacked
Our houses were ransacked
Our lives… shattered!

Under our noses
Our heroes fell,
Like petals of roses.

While we made merry

Our women were *****
Our girls were enslaved
Our maidens… depraved!

Under our watch
Our cattle were looted
Our farms were torched.

While we fraternized

Our children were slaughtered
Our youths were murdered
Our species… endangered!

How long shall we segregate?
While they usurp our heritage.
How long, till our place in history
Becomes a “Once upon…” story?

© Raphael Uzor
Raphael Uzor Mar 2014
Water for breakfast
Nothing for lunch
Like hungry outcasts
They scramble for much

No salads, no cakes
Just a day's plate
No chicken, no wine
They hunger and dine

"What is for supper?"
"A plate of sand,
Mixed with a little rice"
They feed with hand

They're hungry, they're pale
They don't need much
The soup we call stale
Will provide such!

© Raphael Uzor
Help the needy.
Raphael Uzor Mar 2014
Entrenched by Your enigmatic demeanor
I stand in utter bewilderment
As tropical winds caress my face
And mosquitoes serenade around me
Drawing blood for unsolicited company

Mesmerized by Your colossal vastitude
I sit in the sand, in sheer gratitude
As tiny rain drops moisten my face
And toads serenade in the distance
Croaking aloud an undesired masterpiece

Encompassed by Your endearing cognizance
I retreat to my hut in abysmal surrender
As I scratch from itching bites all over
And crave Your celestial affection
Bowing, I join them; to worship You!

© Raphael Uzor
Inspired by worship!
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