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Ejike Pius Jan 13
Just biting my tongue
So words will not slip out
Like rock thus
Water gush out
Like a drop of ocean
Upon a mankind

Just shutting my eyes
Wide open
So not to see that child
Cry as if in an oven
Haven seen heaven
We were given
Turned to hell driven

Just closing my ears
With candle's wax
So they won't ask with axe
If I heard the ululation
In the nation
Where lullabies in the days of yore
Is now lamentation for all.

Just crossing my hands
But I can't
'Cos even if I do my pen rants
Like a child who learnt a new
Rhyme, chant.
For that child who in the
Street cry

Even if we can't help,
Lets try
For the river down their cheek
Dry
Even if it is one, try
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Ejike Pius Jan 12
Do not disturb me tonight
'Cause I want to travel
Around the world
In my bed of pillows..
And my blanket
Which is my muse

For when in rue
I look at the stars for clue
Sometimes under the moon
In my gloom,
I try to paint the air
With my pen so far and near.

The night is my gear
My thoughts I rear
Like a Shepherd to sheep
So I cling to them like clip
And when the breeze comes
In me
My pen dance in glee.

Perhaps I reap off the par
And the scars I see
As tides on sea .

In the dead of the night.
I remember posterity

For when history pages in
School be open,
Shall I find a name
Greater than gold
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Ejike Pius Feb 21
The brightest light blossoms
in the darkest of places
Like colourful lilies full
of fragrance springing from
the most stagnant waters

The nights
When the moonlight shimmers
with her golden colour
The stars decorate the sky
Just as a princess is decked with
ornaments and priceless jewelries.
The darkest of the nights gives the biggest picture.

The biggest hive,
With the biggest and fiercest of bees,
lies the sweetest honey.
Like an ugly flowers in the garden
Which perhaps will constitute
a beauty when on mountain.

The butterfly,
Which nature has used to
decorate the earth to shame Art
Has nothing to show
When it is a caterpillar.
But I can't look at her on lilies
without smiling like a tickled, dimpled baby.

Ain't nature generous enough
That she shows all that
there is nothing in anything?
The pen of a happy poet dances on paper
To tell his folk that there is always a silver lining after the tunnel.
Ejike Pius Jan 12
Half closed eyes
Like a god of the skies
Under the smiling of the
Thunder with lightening
Within the seven wheels of
Rainbow.
Frantically waving their elbow from
afar for all to see


The sky of azure in the other sphere
With the beautiful clouds hanging
Romantically like a virgins Breast
On each hands of the sky.
That even the winds are seduced
To foreplay with the sky.

Even the sun still in trance
Can't help but be in stance
Of the dance between the two.

But when the eyes of the Sun
Is half closed
It is time to hit the hay.

And the next day comes
Another Sight to behold..
In the glistening sphere
Ejike Pius Jan 13
Whatever ails you, aids you
Even though you are born in
The teeth of poverty;
Work and wait
Even though the world
Applaud or jeers,
Work and wait.

Neither heaven nor earth
Reserve a place for laziness
For in life door it is written,
'Push'
Perhaps, don't feel helpless
Like an unhorsed knight without armour
Work and wait.

Get it right,
You cannot do everything,
But you can do something.
Work and wait:
That, differentiates the artist from artisan.
Falling on your face should not be a worry.
Work and wait.


Do this for opportunity comes
Dressed in work clothes
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Ejike Pius Jan 26
The Onus of time
From perhaps not the
****  of Labyrinth,
But the wrinkles of time
Not Like the twinkles of star
In the sky afar.

The rose of time
Not given to man like a
Dose of drugs, rather free
For his glee
Not even with a plea.

The ocean of time
Swim or row your boat on
For each tide rise and fall without
Giving a dime
If only there is a rhyme of reason
Then a dine with time.

A tree planted in time
Stands also for a sand of time
And time calls, nevertheless runs too
For in urns lie Man whose time elapsed.

Then in time
A make of bed
For any time missed is a
Wrinkle of understanding.
Time runs, always remember death
For he who chose to live must be ready to die......+2348028133674

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