Molded from the Ashes of Life-phenomena

https://allpoetry.com/poem/16010757-Molded-from-the-Ashes-of-Life-phenomena-by-Henrychukwuma717

Through the decision of my past

The tale of my future embodies blissful crest;

Though co-mixed with rights and wrongs

Still, with my head held high, Escaping woeful throngs.

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I feel high when in goodness, I thrive

Yet, in abundance of success,

Always happiness, I derive.

As I beckon on the best life can offer

I await the worst it can as well proffer.

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Bounded by my staunch will and hope

Of a better tomorrow that will come

Even amidst shattered dust of past ashes

That will in short time stand tall as lofty glories.

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In salutation to my honour as a hustler

I pledge in all my struggles to be ‘a big-time player‘

Crouched with the faith of ‘what comes my way‘

I’ll in an ultimate degree, my dues pay.

***

Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry. C. Chukwuma © July 2021. All Rights Reserved

An Ode to the God of Last Minute

(In honour of the great deeds of Almighty God – creator of all creatures)

Many a times, you’ve defiled scientific research,

With miracles, you’ve shock the world many times,

If blood runs through my veins

And I breathe with my nose,

No human and spirit can be your match;

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[Chorus:]

Oh! You’re a God that’s true

And my family and I will serve you in truth,

If to me, you’re this true

Why won’t I worship only you?

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What humans often thought difficult, you’ve made easier,

We owe you nothing but praises and true worship,

If I’m a champion today, you made it possible

I owe it to you if I’ve been counted successful,

***

[Chorus:]

Oh! You’re a God that’s true

And my family and I will serve you in truth,

If to me, you’re this true

Why won’t I worship only you?

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You’ve sustained me with undying will-power

And blessed the works of my hands with grace,

You’ve decorated my life’s itinerary with journey mercies,

In the pit of despair, I cry for help

And at the last minute, you answered me

***

[Chorus:]

Oh! You’re a God that’s true

And my family and I will serve you in truth,

If to me, you’re this true

Why won’t I worship only you?

***

On the mountain of aloneness

You became my companion

And gave me wings to fly,

If the ocean can divide itself in your name

You’ve proved to be God of surprises,

[Chorus:]

Oh! You’re a God that’s true

And my family and I will serve you in truth,

If to me, you’re this true

Why won’t I worship only you?

***

If you can talk through thunder and rainstorm

You’re mightier than I thought;

If you can raise dead bones to life

You’ve gotten no worthy challenger,

***

[Chorus:]

Oh! You’re a God that’s true

And my family and I will serve you in truth,

If to me, you’re this true

Why won’t I worship only you?

***

If from the tunnel of death, you’ve given me life

You’re the one who says “who dies and who lives”,

If you can exalt me high in the arena of disgrace

Your divine will can’t be fathomed,

With faith I’ve believed

That you’ve blessed me since morning

Though, when you wake up

Becomes your own morning time

***

[Chorus:]

Oh! You’re a God that’s true

And my family and I will serve you in truth,

If to me, you’re this true

Why won’t I worship only you?

***

Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry. C. Chukwuma © June 2021. All Rights Reserved

Good Sides of Hard Times

I know that life in itself is mean and harsh,

It’s virtually serious with everything

After all, yesterday was once a tomorrow

But it all made me meaningful, myself.

In every disappointment, a lesson is learnt.

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A message of hope is conveyed in times of despair,

Planting seed of positive expectancy is possible

From a history once straight but now bent.

***

Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry. C. Chukwuma © May 2021. All Rights Reserved

Doom of Boom

The nature of civilization and existence of modernism

https://allpoetry.com/poem/15862505-Doom-of-Boom-by-Henrychukwuma717

There was a rare flower,

Newly planted in the orchard-

Orchard of old culture which blossomed,

Like a flowery coated garden of fruits.

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There came the sound of catastrophe,

Its cringing echo equated-

The sound of earthly death;

The new rare planted flower

Bow peacefully to its strange call.

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No sound echoes more loudly,

Than voices of eternal echoes,

Breaking the rhythm of time

And thwarting the sound-pitch of a race.

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Time in its encompassing habit,

Outlive not only but one thing-eternity;

Take not society away from civilization

And never divorce time from changes.

***

Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry. C. Chukwuma © April 2021. All Rights Reserved

My Story

https://allpoetry.com/poem/15819092-My-Story-by-Henrychukwuma717

From the fertile land

of story and rich epic

I’ll tell my story raw.
From the mountain’s songs,  

I’ll sing my song aloud

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A patched history

Dense in craft, soul and values,

Of history tinted

in blood; soiled in sweat,

Weaved and tailored in art

Story of all race

***

Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry. C. Chukwuma © April 2021. All Rights Reserved

Be there for me

I’ve been your shield

Can you be there for me too?

Not as a cheap ass

Nor a cheat lass

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[Chorus]

When I see you, I see hope

You’ve been the one on top

That has kept me going atop

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Love is a friendly prison,

Even when it weakens the flesh

It strengthens the heart

And purifies the soul too

***

[Chorus]

When I see you, I see hope

You’ve been the one on top

That has kept me going atop

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When in water, I flow still

At sea shore you always stand still

Keeping watch always

As I jump my hurdles

***

[Chorus]

When I see you, I see hope

You’ve been the one on top

That has kept me going atop

***

Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry. C. Chukwuma © March 2021. All Rights Reserved

Wheels and Wills

Sounding the bugle of legends,

Blowing the trumpet of Heroism,

Echoing the drumbeat of Blessedness,

Chanting the songs of masquerade,

All into the ears of the mother earth.

From a Clattering Chatter

Melodious musical note gather;

***

To every deity

A sacrifice of brunt offering is offered;

To every animal,

A scent or communication identifies it;

To every person,

A style defines his or her being;

To every achievement,

A price is paid.

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Oh life! You dare to question me,

If I’ve gone far in excellence,

It’s by flying with the wings of Heroic-genius,

If I’ve reached the sky,

It’s with the feathers of eagle,

If I’ve been hung on the sky, above the cloud,

It’s with the zeal to share the sky with the sun.

***

In measurement of success’s status

Of the height of my flight,

The depth of breath taken

And the length of breath broken is

The silent gong of wishes made wills.

***

Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry Chukwuma © March 2021. All Rights Reserved

Creed of Friendship

The attributes of a worthy friend – a friend you can call ‘a friend indeed’

https://allpoetry.com/poem/15775905-Creed-of-Friendship-by-Henrychukwuma717

In the night of darkness,
Friends are few
Yet in the light of success,
They outnumber you,
Enjoying with you in bounty
Taking a French leave in adversity;

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Always will be my friend-
The one who feels
The pain in my voice
And the tone of my sorrow,

***

Always will be my friend-
The one who cares
For another’s welfare
And considers his neighbour’s interest,
Always will be my friend!

***

Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry Chukwuma © March 2021. All Rights Reserved

Tarnished Glory of Lofty Empire

(The strengths and weaknesses of human attributes. The fanciful nature of human achievements and the neglect of human core values.)

We’ve built tall walls of enemity

Yet unable to reclaim lost friendships

**

We’ve discovered the solar system 

Yet we’ve been defeated by ourselves

**

We’ve built earth-demolishing missiles

Yet we’ve lost our sense of humanity

**

We’ve wished for miracles

Yet we betray our will-power

**

We’ve preached freedom and equity

Yet we’ve championed injustice and racism

**

We’ve longed for peace in the world

Yet among us, we incite wars

**

We’ve advanced so much in technology

Yet we consider inferior

The need of our nearest neighbour

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We’ve celebrated our fallen heroes

Yet their heroic feats make no impacts on us

**

We all have been fearless most times

Yet, we were cowardly fools at times.

**

Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry Chukwuma © March 2021. All Rights Reserved

An Ode for Champions of History

(Chants for champions of history -Heroes and Genuises)

History decides and writes its heroes

And always out of anguish, it disfavors villains,

With heroes’ sweat and tears

Fallen nation will rise like Mandela’s bone,

Laid to rest in death with blood

Their loyalty for a cause is honoured

With dusts of time settling on history’s wall of fame,

In heroes’ mouth, words lack no taste,

Upon their lives, values are real and true,

Upon those men of good hearts eaten up

By a great cause of trampling inhumanity

And changing the course of time for better

Sacrificial lambs they’ll always become on history’s altar,

Since the world can’t contain heroes,

They’ll always choose to go life beyond

To create more free space for the younger generation,

Dying for things that can’t die

Of virtues’ legacy that’s passed upon ages that follow suit,

Achieving immortality in humans’ memory of heart  

Through outliving the lifespan of time and space.

***

Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry Chukwuma © March 2021. All Rights Reserved