Nigerian Poems

Fear pedal my feet to be absconder
Slow down by the angry teeth of ocean grit
Crab, lobster, and clam are no more here
They said to be hidden by

Take me home
Where your elders
Can see our love

Stash me not away from the sky
Where your elders we say
I am not a highbrow suitor

As my elders
Known

This is hard to believe
Better believe it because it is the truth of life
That water has no hands
But drag sands with arms of energy
And ripples created

Without you
My love would have slept alone in a desert
I would have seen you on the street
Without knowing that we are meant for each other

Without you
I

Hurrah! to them who do nothing
see nothing feel nothing whose
hearts are fitted with prudence
like a diaphragm across
womb’s beckoning doorway to bar
the scandal of seminal rage.

Gentle I go
When her glimpse
Attracted my coming back.

Gentle I laid
Hand round her shoulder
And felt the surrounding with lust.

I broke at last
the terror-fringed fascination
that bound my ancient gaze
to those crowding faces
of plunder and seized my
remnant life in a miracle
of decision between white-<br

I came back home and retired to my couch
Walking on a deviant road
Which seemed exciting but weary like a long voyage
I saw one imp spiteful like an

Something in altitude kindles power-thirst
Mere horse-height suffices the emir
Bestowing from rich folds of prodigious turban
Upon crawling peasants in the dust
Rare imperceptible nods enwrapped
In princely boredom.

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