Jaachi Writes

Prose & Poetry Hood presents Wet Heavens , a collection of poems on love, romance and sex. Wet Heavens is a rich collection of poetica crafted with poetic ingenuity. The poet paints erotic lines with wet ink for lovers of the apple of love. You can't resist it. The bliss is heavenly. The author, NWANKWO PROSPER O. is a student of Mass Communications at the Federal Polytechnic, Oko. He lives in and writes from Anambra State.  He is a poet who loves the noise in silences. He is sapiosexual. He strongly believes “poetry is a lonely busy road, a pilgrim perfectly grokked when rubbing the spirit to the flesh, for redemption". Wet Heavens is edited by  Funso Oris  and published by Prose & Poetry Hood . Click HERE  to Download eBook  Click  HERE  to download/buy more books by  Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu Kindly subscribe to our newsletter below to receive automatic update via email.

MAN  BABY Perhaps just an embrace And a cuddle when the child Within comes out to play My hair tousled with fingers mild. Perhaps just night songs When my body clock chimes. Just those fanciful rhymes Until angels my cradle throngs. A tickle, a loving prod To dare the dark woods at eve. Just a smile, not a word Might rid me of this grief. A silly joke at midnight When your beloved is sleepless Waiting for the morning to fly his kite Higher than wherever eagles nests. I wish and wish on shooting stars I sleep and sleep on the atlas I wait and wait that you will find How God blesses the dark earth with sunlight. I do not know what more to cry for Whether for empathy or adventure. I can not pluck stars into my punnet So I find a boat in my head and journey west. I pray you find what to do with colours And how I'm not swept off my feet by cutesy humour. There is little I can say But wish you will honour The child in me when it comes out to play.

POEM 51: 10 - 5 = LOVE Her heartbreak in 10 words: I despise myself  for not being someone  you could love His reply in 5 words: I love you still, love Separate lanes  they now trade: one missing and wishing the other regretting and sobbing. Yet, had she disposed her ten ego wraps she'd be his in five finger snaps.

POEM 56: UNREQUITED LOVE Nothing takes the taste  out of peanut butter  like unrequited love. She never left my mind I never crossed hers. I still sing a song for the bridge that carried our love  over a sea of troubled waters; waters that drowned me moments later later on she came fishing fishing for a man to call her own. Her own drowned moments ago. Nothing takes the taste  out of peanut butter  like unrequited love.

POEM 55: SMILING ON THE OUTSIDE & DYING IN THE INSIDE She once was lonely and sad, Having nobody to comfort her, So she wore a mask that always smiled, To hide my feelings behind a lie. She found herself in a circle of friends; With her mask, she felt at home living and believing a lie 'I'm one of them' But deep inside she still felt empty, She felt like a grain of rice in a bag of sand She knew there was a missing part. Nobody could hear her cries at night, She'd so designed her mask to hide the lies. Nobody could see the pain and the crying She's so designed her mask to be laughing. Behind all the laughter were the tears Beneath the field of corn and wheat were the tares Behind all the poise and and courageous feat were the fears. They could see her everything But nobody knows the real being Dawn to dusk Dusk to dawn Slowly s l o w l y she was dying hoping someone will hear her silent groaning Dawn to dusk Dusk to dawn Until now she's still searching For t

POEM 52: ZOO Once upon a time There arose in the land of the Burnt Faced A man fair and mad Whose rants made elders lads And lads elders On the rooftop of the Queen's Castle His voice echoed and turbans rattle He lamented of flesh eating cattle He raised a flag that died in battle Once upon a time he washed up shore And walked into the jailer's cottage cuffed Back and fort they traded blames His brethren matched chanting his name The jailor burnt them with bullet flames And back and fort they traded blames. Once upon a time there lived a rising sun Whose journey to the sky Was nipped at it's bud Whose proverbs of how a zoo Boasts of men like me, like you. And silenced was this man made Buy the man who rodents chased From his hallowed royal palace. Gone is the hunter who troubled lean lion king: Reptiles and monkeys are come to play Upon the stage he lamented And left for me, for you: Yes, he was right, here is a zoo. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

You told me; you were there; I saw you; you were there; I heard you; you were there; I am there; when you were there I waited; when you were there. I waited; so you could talk; I waited; to hear you talk; I hear you; when you knock; "Lord hear me"; you talk; I honour you in silence; when you talk. When I reached out to you; you were gone; When I called; none answered; When I opened; I saw none; I sought you; I found none. When you call; I answer; When I called; none answered; For you; I always wait; For me; you couldn't wait; I honoured your presence in silence; My presence you couldn't honour in patience and persistence; I answered; But you were gone already when I answered.

POEM 53: WE'RE ALL THE SAME And again they asked me, "What girl hurt you to make you this way?" And I laugh. I laugh because they are too ignorant to understand that 'in love' does not require a previous pain, Or being massaged by a hand you thought you could trust Or being kissed by a lips you couldn't thrust. I laugh because they do no understand Love has no gender choice Love is neither girl nor boy It sneaks into the heart of X And implants the need to love another X It places in the heart of Y A love for Y without a WHY? Because I said I'm gay Again they cringe and ask me, "What girl hurt you to make you that way?" They look at me puzzled As I spread my lips and chuckle. I chuckle because they don't understand Because their normal has but one meaning Nothing other than NORMAL And that is theirs - Their kind of NORMAL. I chuckle because they don't understand that maybe, Just maybe, I deserve love in whichever way makes me feel the bu

POEM 51: A DROP OF GUM I wait for you but time like the hour glass is slowly dripping down the sky like a drop of gum Dripping Slow Slower S l o w e r forever Head first like a drop of water from an almost dry faucet. Its head bigger its tail thinner the head pulling down struggling to free itself from the grip of delay. And at the point of freedom The source cease Time freezes No heartbeat No melody No you So, lady, Ponder no more on why I pulled away for the gum designed to glue us couldn't make it to shore. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

POEM 44: VALUE ADDED LOVER I would've gone for hugs. But distance mocks. I would've gone for kisses But distance mocks still I would've love to hold your hands As we take a walk in the woods But distance sits is a closet Chuckling and mocking with zest. I would've loved to flaunt you On the faces of the others But distance mocks me, mocks you Like it did the others. I would've gone for the dame next door And outsmart distance once more But what joy would I derive In settling for less when you are more? Of breath, my air you are. Of thirst, water you are. Of cold, duvet you are Of gold, value you are. So, lady mine Would you be my VAL My Value Added Lover? #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician # SSA

At times.... We need fantasy To survive the reality. At times... We need to laugh out loud At the verge of breaking down. At times... It is normal To be abnormal. At times... I wonder Why I wander into the woods of my mind howling at the moon, cooing like an owl a lonely At times... Cherished memories are the best of medicine. #Pengician

POEM 48: EGO AND HATRED The things we left behind Will be what's right when there's nothing left. The wrong we couldn't right When offence met pride Will be all that's left When we our obituary they write. Words unspoken Love unrequited Hatred carried over Offences unforgiven These and more Shall stand to mock Our bloated morals Our leavened ego. The things we left behind... Go now, while you can Make amends before time snaps And there'll be nothing left to make right. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

To be stain on your white To be a scar to your beautiful To be a black on your white To knock off shadows off your bloom To bore a hole in your heart To connect dots you ignore To make you full and make you thirst To rattle you bones when you're gone To fold you in my shivering arms To trace a smile on your wrinkle To leave you longing for my smile To make you loath being single For this purpose am I here. #Pengician # SSA

POEM 49: I LOVE YOU THIS MUCH Stubble had more value Compared to me and all I had. Deep within I felt so empty Yearning for a refill But no one, nothing could do. So I got me on my boat Sailing to a land unknown Nomadic call in my heart I follow Casting cares and fears aside Refill I seek for my empty inside. Birds chirp past in happy wings Piercing through same boisterous wind that rocked my boat to the ocean bed I am drowning, No one caring I wish I were a bird I could've flapped my broken wings and pierce through the wind But how could I fly When I'm sunk under water? Under water like Prophet Jonah In many random whispers I wondered where went Jehovah When the wind and sea and sail Conspired to sink my ship and the devil hoard saving grace? I got mad and threw tantrums As I sink a piece of rock Into the ocean dropped. "I have wings not designed for water I could swim, Lord fins would've been better!" And in few feeble whispers I silently prayed for salvation. T

POEM 47:  Di Fronte Alle Tue Paure (Facing My Own Fears) I told them to face their fears. They did and won.  Now I'm faced by my fears  I turn around and run.  I told them to embrace their demons They did and made peace. Now I'm visited by my own demons  I fight them and then flee.  I told them to take risks by the horn  They did and reaped bountiful yields.  Now I'm challenged by love  I hide like tares in a wheat field.  Don't laugh at my cowardice Nor mock my many fears  Look in the mirror and you'll find  The nay in your every yes.  #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

The Quester The valley's call is louder than the mountain's peak. I fell. Fell halfway from the stairway to heaven. Here before me are supple lilies swaying in the evening breeze like ballet dancers. Its springs knows how seductive to whisper my name. Her healing fragrance like mother's damp wrapper promising to heal my wounds leaving no scars. The mount stands unmoved by my flood of tears like a child failing to climb up its mother's breast that will not let it. Bleeding wounds grace my skin. It must be bad blood seeping out that makes one a wimp. My aching body tangos With desires Desires priced by pain and ruins Ruins of old self knowledge. I roam in my thought lost in its endless maze. No one finds you here. I return somehow to the bewitching vale robed with greenery like Flora grooms it. Its been ages I slept on a thornless bed in the name of passion. I fall on broken knees. ''Its no use" I muse. "I have tried" I knew I lied. I sigh, with my

WHATEVER  Love isn't just a word for two rolling and moaning to a coital tune. Lust isn't a word evil because it defined Adam's want for Eve. So whenever she ever looks me in the eye and ASK 'Do you really love me?' I'll reply 'Whatever' Heart for heart, love The body only lusts. Whatever, It was,  I chased it for too long. Was it love, feeling or lust, I romance with it. Blissful it was,  And with every chase,  I long for it like morning. Patience isn't just a word It's a sick man in time's ward enduring pain from soul deep  sores receiving pain from healing words So whenever the world looks me in the eye and say; 'do you have all it takes? is it worth the wait?' I'll say Whatever, slowly I'll make haste. Whatever, It was, I waited for it. And heaven knows I could have waited, all my life, As Eden waited for Eve. As flowers waits for the morning dew. Now talk of stars and dark spots Talk of arrows and inverted bows Talk of be

POEM 45: LOVE IS BLIND The thoughts eludes a gulf spans in my heart I know you've been there crawling down the aisle  of memory this and memory that but the empty spaces you leave behind echoes back in broken lines 'love is blind It can't see another' Your touch eludes me that warmt you alone could give me fills my mind with clouds grey trailing dust and ash and hay of memory this and memory that but the empty spaces you leave behind echoes back in broken lines 'love is blind It can't see another' I think my love has a blind fetish I see the landscape like a bed of roses floating atop a sea of lilies yet I do not wish to see anymore of memory this and memory that but the empty spaces you leave behind echoes back in broken lines 'love is blind It can't see another' #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA