Jaachi Writes

POEM 146: FLOATING Sometimes I feel like a piece of lead dropped in the ocean Sinking to rise no more Other times I feel like the Titanic riding on ocean waves  but a hole of flaws  bored by their quest for faults leaves me sinking to rise no more. But tonight, I feel like I'm just f      l             o a       t               i   n                    ­     g in a stream of your voice surrounded about by smiling stars touching my skin and caressing my heart. Though I fear sinking again like before I know you're waiting arms open in the ocean bed to engulf me in mindless kisses until my feet forget to flee until I make in you my home for nowhere, there is, to go when I'm floating in your love. (Dedicated to Endie) #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

POEM 145: NIGERIA She is like a beautiful woman with an ugly heart,  alluring yet difficult to love.  She draws you in with kisses  and knocks you out with hurtful words. She is like a candlelight  glowing in a dark continent casting dancing shadows off our disunity and when she burns out burns down the town upon which she stood to shine. She is the sad tale that makes headlines and leaves sighs on brave hearts. She's the giant portrait of an old lady Cranky  Angry Weary Standing before a mirror on the wall but sees a reflection that isn't hers. She's the lie we live daily. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you!

POEM 144: HE WON'T BEND It's easy to tell the bereaved how not to cry when the death of his loved one is your design. It's easy to hush the hungry kid and deny him his sweet biscuit when in your hand is that same whip that flogged his father to his grave. You tell him, 'look, you can't be brave' He shrinks,  He sighs, He paints the sky with teary eyes and wonder why father couldn't break your arms. It’s a different song when everything’s wrong, When this beaten son is feeling infernally mortal; when it’s ten against one,  and hope there is none, When he casts the chips down, and dance the dance Buckle up! This little soldier shall charge at you with placards and a fiery plea Even your whip, though flung at him, Shall toughen his skin and feed his will With that same craving lions have for flesh. He may not survive your envious whip But he won't bend to your whim No he can't. He'll bring you down six feet below his father - Stefn Sylvester Anya

Image Credits:  Pexel.com She'll Be Loved (For Eniola Akindele) She'll be loved over the roses that adorns her doormat every morning She'll fall, but over them;The roses, with sure arms to catch her. She'll be caressed by the unloving in winter The fires will thaw the Winter frost in her heart - fire fueled by pictures of you She'll turn a new leaf in Autumn after your sentence of "I just can't take it no more!" She'll Spring up again the dead Summer sun salvaged by truer words outside the sheet music of your greeting cards. Nature will queue up among her lovers with so much silly things said at the touch of love. She'll dance in the August rain with thunderclaps clapping. She'll pose to the the flashing camera of heaven by the lightening in the sky You'll watch the child in her build sand castles upon the thrones you chase She will swallow pills of evanescence from his palms She'll feel those goosebumps again Those sleepless nights

Image Credits:  Pexel.com POEM 143: STRANGERS AGAIN One more time we are strangers again like it was from the start no one to blame no streaks of fake smiles. One more time we are strangers again no knowledge of my flaws and thoughts vain not to be taken for granted again no broken hearts looming disdain One more time we are strangers again to admire from a distance and see no flaw at all to wave and smile without faking it again to take blames and trash the faults. One more time we are strangers again in our shells to recoil to moan again when the stranger whistles by by day and dot night sky with stars again. One more time we are strangers again to expect from you no special favour nor crave you look at me with love nor this piece of poem be penned. One more time we are strangers again like nothing ever happened like time was on a loop when I happened upon you. One more time we are strangers again like earth when it was void something beautiful it was once until man ate out again. On

Image Credits:  Pexel.com POEM 142: CAUGHT BETWEEN I wanted to stay, because I thought heaven was standing in front of a church with a happy damsel veiled in white her smiles tinted with the colour of rose lecturing the sun how to glow. I wanted to stay but it would've be better if I weren’t the groom because this heaven later became my doom Every day started with poetry for me,  and with country music for her;  then, it ended with me on the left side of the bed,  her on the right, and deafening silence in between. I knew it was not possible to yoke a mule to a lamb and then lay blames on the lamb. So I assume she was selfish and greedy and stays happy thereafter. While I am saintly and loving and stays unhappy thereafter. I wanted to stay though her blazing tongue burned my skin every night fall but her guitar strings gave my mornings a smile's worth. But I left I never did have the strength,  that’s why I left. Her heart was too heavy to carry. - Stefn Sylvester Anaytonwu #36

OGADIMA Ihe ojoo jo njo Ihe iske - uwa ojoo Echiela m onu na-ala. Atala m aja Nou ntu dika mmiri. Ndi mmadu wurum na-ala. Ahula m uwa - uwa ojoo Ma chere Obi m dajuo N'ihi na Chi nke m na-efe Ga ebuli m elu Mee ka onu ochi wa mu Mee ka onu m sa mbara Ma mekwa ka mkpi m di elu ozo. Eh! Ihe ga-agara m nke oma Abu m onye uwa oma na atumadi ihe mmekpa ahu Nke diri m taa. Agaghim ele anya n'ala N'ihi na agaghim ala ala. Aghaghim ile anya n'azu N'ihi na-abughim onye ikpeazu. Enwere m olile anya? Eh Ogadimma. Ekwere m ekwe? Eh! Ogadimma. Gini? Obu Nna m nke bi n'Igwe New elu, nwe ala... Odighi ihe koro m. Aga m emeghe onu m mbara Ka Chukwu Abiama Mejuputa mu na ngozi; Ogadimma. Echi ga-abu echi oma Ogadimma Chere, obi m Dere du, obi m Ogadimma. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you!

Image Credits:  Pexel.com Woes Unspoken It's hard to believe your smile When you tread the earth Like fingers of a pianist on the saddest notes of a broken song. When you back the sun and the snubbed appeals of the wind caressing your black skin I see drunken walls of a conquered empire falling. Make up was your beautiful mask That cowardly keeper of the borders of the Aegean sea in your eyes. When I trace the betraying veins on your temple to the secret war in your heart With you straining vainly on the leash of hopelessness I chew greedily on the rumours of downpour reaching for the fallowed plain of my shoulders thirsty for rain. While I pace towards you for an embrace I'll mutter to heaven that my poetry echo your woes unspoken and not your words spoken that cried, "They said I'm just a woman." - Martins Deep

POEM 142: DUSTBIN AND DRAFTS He was the night sky, She was a star, Always together, Never one. He wrote what he felt for her of how her twinkles light up his dark. But they never get to her. One more note was added in his drafts. Fragrant pens and beautiful poems Pink papers and artistic handwriting. She wrote about the beauty in his black of how they make her twinkles shine. but they never got to him. Only the dustbin knows how much she loves him - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you!

POEM 141: god (after Micheal 's Eros Gospel) Holy writs and passage rites Incarnations, creeds and cross Libations and human sacrifice all in the search for god. Crescent and Baphometh Symbols and holy lands Voodoo and amulets yet god's not yet found. "Vibrating lips like guitar chords hymnals escaping in rhythmic moans hips rising and falling like waterfalls" - the gospel of Eros. I can't believe mankind's still searching for god She's not too hard to find. - Stefn Sylvester Anaytonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you!

POEM 140: ALCOHOL We two, like vine fruits in the wine press are brewed by hands that embrace dirt, tasted by lips crushed by lying kisses bottled in same transparent can of bottled hatred. We two, like vine fruits made wine are uncorked by hands shaken by distrust sipped by lips that lisp sad songs by men drunk in love with damsels they never had. We thought we were wine brewed from the best of vine but we're just alcohol. Mankind sip and wince then smile as we sink to calm their storm We steal their today's and veil their sorrows in a belch. But not their tomorrows- that, we cannot take. Because same sour stories that stir their gale one by one play back the sad tales once again. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you!

POEM 139: KISSES MAKES ME TIPSY For every kiss on the lips,  there is a rose in hand and a staggering mock dance possessing wandering limbs. For every beat of your heart There is a smile sitting on my face... Found, in you, the winning horse in a race I'll ride hard until the finish line. For tips touched and tipsy kisses I'm drunk, down and drowning in you. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you! 

POEM 138: OF POETRY AND RHYMES They laugh when I tell them I dislike free verse because odes and rhymes in it are disperse. This is my poetry, it cannot be worse permit me or not, you don't fill my purse. Forgotten how rhyming makes poetry on fleek ? A mic and a poet; oh what sweet music! Such joy it brings when verses I ink Tell me, why should I change it to a prose like thing? If I take rhyme out of poetry everything goes wrong It's like refusing sweetness and feasting on dung. It's like erasing taste buds out of the tongue Like shoving the melody out of a song. Like taking the sound off onomatopoeia or hunting bush meat with otapiapia . Like telling horror tales that make children laugh or ending this verse without making you laugh. Like taking humour away from Nigeria or removing Mecca from Saudi Arabia. Like robbing a poor poet of his solitude  or saying Oha 'gainst Ogbono is better a soup. You see how of no sense is poetry with a rhyme?  It makes poetry an unplea

POEM 137: SAYING GOODBYE I said goodbye to you Like there's no colour in the world to beautify the vast emptiness that left with your sweetness. I said goodbye to you Like there's no heaven to miss and no need for peace I said goodbye to you Like there's nothing to lose and the loser, you. I was wrong. There were colours lost There was paradise lost Aye, I too, am lost. I live in a monochrome of purple Yearning for a glimpse of your heaven You're not the loser I am. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

POEM 136: FOR LEAH SHABIRU I can't find the words right To describe Leah's plight. I hope this little piece of mine Awakens our voiceless unconcern. Does she feel giddy? Does she still cry? Does she look out the window and heave a sigh? How long shall this gravity Hold her down to these rascals? I know she kicks but in vain I know she whispers prayers to her God Or maybe she now doubts his existence. Does she wish her breathe be gone? But she's just a teenager Who dreamt of leaving her deadbeat town One day she went to chase dreams The next she was never found Sunrise and sunset have come and gone and Leah is still in the devil's lair. You and I, we eat, we sleep She's not our own, we care not a bit Until same fate cross our path Trample our wives And rip our hearts Only then shall we realize in Leah died our very soul. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends

POEM 135: LAZY NAIJA YOOT My name is Yoot This is what I do: I like work It fascinates me that much. I sit and look at it for hours. Very fascinating it is Because the more I sit and look The less I see to do. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you. 

POEM 134: ENDINGS This is not how it ends but how you wanted it. I lived many lives and I am still the same— the same lone star hovering over the same universe dark, when the church call me it is a name I do not recognize. when my friends describe me it is a me I do not know. We are asked to to pray,  or prey on meals that make us purge and sins that blesses my urge. I am one copious lad with a black blood or so I am told, I wouldn't know. Some calls me by the skin I did never knew I had when as a baby I crawled the land and skies. Some calls me by the ascent that comes with my speech. Some laugh and scorn me like I owe them a language rent, what to do? Look how my body dim in light, a tear, a murmur a hope that's no more. What to do? To let go, and not? I am crushed beneath other ideologies breathing air stuffed with suffocating philosophies, crawling on skinned knees on gravels, dreaming of endings and sighing at the dark spot that stand in the way of light What to do? To end

POEM 131: LIFE Last night seven thousand tadpoles swam in a stagnant water by the street corner. Today they float unalive in a stagnant water spiced with kerosine and poor Mrs. Toad is croaking sadly. Life:  the stronger the weaker what more can I say? - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you. 

POEM 132: WHAT DADDY TOLD ME So I sat my boy butt on cozy grasses eyes fixed on daddy's broken eyeglasses. His voice came in shutters click, clank, click, clank he captured every scene the characters came to life in the monochrome of his baritone. Daddy sighed, and then... Tales of denial of rights Tales of tears and drought and tares Tales of betrayals Tales of identity crisis ...and more of shattered dreams. Daddy sighed,  again.. His shoulder fell like a withered leaf and so did his head on my face. Daddy smiled, and said... 'Without crossing worst situations, no one can touch the best corner of life, son' I didn't understand but now, I do. - Stefn Sylvester Anaytonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you.

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