POEMS BY OBICHUKWU CHIDI

BONE ON MY NECK

Seven years later, when we were far
apart
She confessed she had fallen in
love
With me that wet afternoon in our
field,
Where we sat, separated by a glass
table
Warming up for a virtuous life.

I was busy counselling my prodigy to
Win-
To be the queen in the game men
Hardly lose;
To guide her post like a jealous
Succubus;
To strike like a wind, the miser of
Her pride;
To never be dribbled away by keen
Gunners;
And opened her head wider than her eyes.

As her eyes watched my lips, her mind
My heart.
But never stock her head out of her
Shell.
Her lips salivated for the for the forbidden
Cake;
The ember in between her legs she
Hampered
Later smoldered her to flame, well bottled.

She wanted the coach to play and win
Her;
Loved a master to enter the holy
Institution.
He’s honoured to first take her flowered
Garland;
But not the bone on his neck, tethered
By duty.
Never careless with his seed around a
Virgin garden.
And she undecisive, would lose with pressure.

He could I tell her how I feel? That I
Felt nothing
For her,all was a game I played for fun
And pity.
Threw promises neighbour to truth and
Honesty.
And April fool came, she yielded, made
A kick off.
The game ended, spoilt by two fools.

OBICHUKWU CHIDI CECE



I LOOK IN THE MIRROR

I,
Looked in the mirror to see-
And saw the disappointed ghost of my gran,
Gnashed his teeth at his moss infested gong
On naked altar that begged for bloody coins;
The prodigal son cremated in a fiery kirk,
Buried his deitious name with its nemesis,
Raised white base on superstitious rubbles.
And he,
Looked but the mirror has bowed to the wall.

I,
Looked in the mirror to see
My good father’s unwrinkled face
Smiling back at me for painting him
Proud and wealthy in patriachal monuments
Like Isaac behind the spectacles of Abraham.
The hero is finally capped on scarless bloodline.
Suits for rags, success absorbed his mistakes.
And he,
Sees the cat has metamorphosed into a lion.

I,
Look in the mirror to see –
Myself, proud of the boy I were, that admired
The man I am, and the man I aspired,
I see my scars has become ranks of stars.
Tests stressing my best; dressing in blessings
I smile from a mile on the piles of good tiles,
As past prophecies agree with future reflections.
And I,
See the king enthroned in the kid.

I,
Look in the mirror to see –
Upward goggle gaze of my curious son,
Who repeats after me, so I act carefully for
He’s who I was that’s becoming who I am;
The eaglet that grows beards like wings
To shoot exploits from my retired altitude.
What a lucky cub crowned with victory early.
And he,
Sees the successor of his great predecessor.

OBICHUKWU CHIDI CECE
©18-03-2016.



THE CREATIVE

We’re the Art-doctors curing boredom,
Talent’s our web,we weave our kingdom.
We exist to create,and create to exist.
In existing, our name decks historic list.
Life is a dull bum without creativity.
Creativity is the activity of productivity
That makes us gods in this godful cosmos.
As rain fills our cloud we rise from our Patmos.
The Passives envy the Creatives’ divine sense,
Pay us pretty penny that prey our prudence.
Until we create,hungry mass ain’t satisfied.
If we slip,our reputation’s hardly rectified.
When the Stage rewards with medal of celebrity,
Watch! Pride is a curse that preys our ability.
For fame lifts us to where it’s easy to fall,
Mask our flaws,’cause we want to stand tall.

When the praise is less,our face’s depressed;
Retire to oblivion, our peace sits oppressed.
After rounds of applause we pause for air,
Then go back to birth the sequel heir.
Compete ourselves to surpass who we were;
To impress,our mortal selves tear and wear.
Fed by their acceptance,die in their rejection
Yet we pick up our star,dust it in motivation.
Ever fish and hunt to feed the grave mind,
That cornucopia factory they can’t bind.
Till death,the fountain in our brain can’t cease,
Our sharpened digits, no criticism can seize.
Alway throw the bones to the hungry hounds,
Never reprieve,their cravings know no bounds.
Let them bark and bike to quench vanity
And we die empty, crowned with immortaity.

OBICHUKWU CHIDI.

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