Mundane Musing And Other Poems

Prologue: Dialogue With Elite Friend

2012-02-20T01:37:00.001-08:00

Friend: Chidi, why do you waste your time and energy to write poems only to post them on blogs, listservs, websites and social networking sites for people to read free?Me: I aim to reach the highest number of people possible from diverse backgrounds with my poetry. For me, mass media like blogs, listservs, websites and social networking sites are best for my purpose.Friend: nonsense, poetry

Mundane Musing

2012-02-20T01:35:00.001-08:00

Let me sitOn my mangled matAnd eat this meal,This pot pourriOf graceless cookery.As I sink my dentitionHungrily,With angerInto stale crumbs,My mindWoundedWandered the terrain,Criss-crossed courses.I musedAnd meanderedThrough the thicketInto the mundaneWhere maniacsMangleMinds of mankind.

The Holy Sea Simmers 1

2012-02-20T01:33:00.000-08:00

Paapa lies on the dust Pushed by mutinous messengers. Paapa’s soutane Is soiled by slew of dirt, The multitude gathers. The holy sea Simmers. The Princes, Attired for conclaves Stand and watch, Waiting for another conclave. The holy sea Simmers. To the mutinous messengers Paapa mutters; “Touch not the anointed, Do the prophet no harm”. The multitude multiplies, The

The Holy Sea Simmers 2

2012-02-20T01:31:00.000-08:00

Amid the mutiny Of mutinous messengers, Amid the murmur Of the multitude, Paapa arise And pronounce the ones Robed in red robes Princes, The basilica brims With the bounce of Paapa’s princes, The holy sea simmers. With eyes On the basilica’s booties, The princes Proclaimed Pledge allegiance, The holy sea simmers. Paapa retreats Into the chalet of infallibility Sipping

“Eko O Ni Baje”

2012-02-04T03:28:00.001-08:00

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Agony Of Akoka

2012-01-31T04:28:00.000-08:00

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More Messiahs For Mankind

2012-01-31T04:19:00.000-08:00

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Nineteen Years Today

2011-12-08T09:32:00.001-08:00

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The Season Of Shots

2011-12-05T01:46:00.001-08:00

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Garlands From Gangsters

2011-11-20T06:05:00.001-08:00

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Mansion Of Monrovia

2011-11-13T07:07:00.001-08:00

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Iyi Oma

2011-10-29T02:29:00.000-07:00

I come to you This early dawn Iyi oma In quest of water To quench the lingering thirst. I tap with humility again On the door of your heart To wake you Again from serene sleep. Like the banker brothers Gulping profit from slavery Before birth of their great bank, My water pot gulps From the pool of Iyi oma. Water pot on my head Balanced, I

The Holocaust

2011-10-15T02:19:00.000-07:00

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Lucifer’s Lair

2011-10-04T10:43:00.000-07:00

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Cocky Cocks Crow Veto

2011-10-04T02:33:00.000-07:00

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His Majesty’s Bosomy Bodyguards

2011-09-23T02:50:00.000-07:00

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Motor Park Monologue1

2011-09-22T02:12:00.000-07:00

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Motor Park Monologue2

2011-09-22T02:05:00.000-07:00

Fallen by gin and smokeI lie half-asleepOn the fringe of my dreamsGrinning,Half-dreaming,My certificates my pillow.She appear in my half-dreamAnd frown at my state. She died heartbrokenWhen penury persisted.Father and mother died,Siblings also diedHeartbroken.Children retreated to whence they come. Hoot of horns rouse me to realism,Emperor’s emissaries enter

The Cruelty Below

2011-09-03T05:53:00.000-07:00

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The Truths We Speak

2011-08-29T09:15:00.000-07:00

When terror begets terror We hang “legitimate” tag On one terror, On another terror We hang “illegitimate” tag, We select the truths we speak. When palaces are burnt, Our bile boil. We continue our strolls Unperturbed When shanties are burnt.

The Raft Of Refuge

2011-07-27T02:15:00.000-07:00

I may drown In this deluge. I may drown, Struggling to swim With dress drenched, With legs shackled. I may drown, Struggling to swim To the raft of refuge. If I drown, Let the wind Take me to the world Where no one is worthier. Where doves weave nests With leaves of olive. Where the sun shines With shyness of Moon. The Moon, The Stars Smile serene smiles. If I swim to the raft, I shall slaughter

Refugees Of Rancour

2011-07-19T02:03:00.000-07:00

I see them With forlorn features, Forlorn from losses. I see them, Men, Grief-stricken. Women With infants famished, On their backs strapped. Children Clutching charred toys. I see them Set forth on forced exodus From home to home. I watch them Look back at burnt abodes, Places of worship burnt. I watch them Bath themselves with tears. I behold, Exodus Of refugees of rancour.

We Acquiesce Quickly

2011-07-18T01:46:00.000-07:00

We walk the road To the polluted pools Again and again. We swim In the polluted pools And sigh When our bodies Are covered with scabies. Bombs blast! We buckle And negotiate with bullies, We acquiesce quickly. Haram hangmen are here Tightening the noose On the necks of boko adherents. Like bullies before They seek our surrender. After bombs, We negotiate. After negotiating, Beetles burrow into

Chamber Of Charades1

2011-07-06T09:27:00.000-07:00

They arrive chamber of charades Prancing On peacock plumage. Joy, Jokes, Backslapping rise to rooftop. The gallery protrudes With genuflecting goons. The mace marches in With merchants of charades Mimicking messiahs And merchandising charades. Hush strikes, Silence serenades, Charades cascade Chamber of charades, Minions march to mace. With mirth They murmur mumbo-jumbo. They bow And leave, Laden

Chamber Of Charades2

2011-07-06T09:26:00.000-07:00

With vile victory Minions March To the other chamber of charades, Its walls pasted With credo of charades. They strut And shuffle scrip, They share slush funds. They sing songs To soothe ears Of chief of charades Snoozing from hangovers From excess crude cash. Shylock’s servants await signal To slice pounds of flesh, Chief of charades Oblivious Snoozes. They stamp sovereign seal On soiled scrip,