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
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Henry. C. Chukwuma © April 2021. All Rights Reserved
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
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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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When in water, I flow still
At sea shore you always stand still
Keeping watch always
As I jump my hurdles
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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
***
Henry. C. Chukwuma © March 2021. All Rights Reserved
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.
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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.
***
Henry Chukwuma © March 2021. All Rights Reserved
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,
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Always will be my friend-
The one who cares
For another’s welfare
And considers his neighbour’s interest,
Always will be my friend!
***
Henry Chukwuma © March 2021. All Rights Reserved
(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
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We’ve discovered the solar system
Yet we’ve been defeated by ourselves
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We’ve built earth-demolishing missiles
Yet we’ve lost our sense of humanity
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We’ve wished for miracles
Yet we betray our will-power
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We’ve preached freedom and equity
Yet we’ve championed injustice and racism
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We’ve longed for peace in the world
Yet among us, we incite wars
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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.
**
Henry Chukwuma © March 2021. All Rights Reserved
(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.
***
Henry Chukwuma © March 2021. All Rights Reserved
I was a bit surprised at how members of allpoetry.com appreciated and analysed this poem I published on their website at https://allpoetry.com/poem/15771440-Love-with–no-but–by-Henrychukwuma717
(A poem on the true nature of love – a love that accepts all faults.)
Eternity meeting present, I know
That a crown without thorn, is no glory,
Amidst her gentle bosom of tenderness
I recall the portrait
Of the pure soul of the cloud.
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With no dot of imperfection,
I refuse to put down my hand of love,
Wanting, though I may find her,
Unwavering, I made her bosom
My best place of rest.
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Who will buy me a cup of love?
Can any mortal define my stance?
If only I can eternally drink
From her sweet coated lips,
My lifelong thirst would be quenched.
***
Henry Chukwuma © March 2021. All Rights Reserved
Down with doomsday tears
I’ve wished more for sky’s torch
To light my dream’s way
Poised to win with spine and steel
And shine once aglow in awe
***
Tanka : Eager and Hope, Wish and Dream, Poise and Shine
Henry Chukwuma (c) March 2021. All Rights Reserved
(In memory of past and present contributors to history and society)
Whenever I raise my right hand
To make an arc
Of reverence beside my forehead
To pledge my honorary salutation
To the history’s figures of stature
And ancestral heroes of the past,
I recall the real pictures
Of their painful struggles
Inherent in their dying wishes
Crowned with glory at last,
Upon the edifices’ heroes’ past
Their brave names carved with blood
On the history’s wall as epitaph’s honour
And enshrined in the world’s pantheon.
***
Henry Chukwuma (c) March 2021. All Rights Reserved
(The healing balm of truth and hope)
Air travels into the atmosphere,
In the spaceship of wind,
Furtively, it moves in a hurry,
Like a soldier in a rescue mission.
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My wound lay bare,
For flies to lick, tread and peck on.
Painfully, I follow the echoes of the gong-
Into an unknown forest, I followed it.
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The injury inflicted in the soul of man,
Sorrowfully pricks like the tip of a thorn.
No cry of physical volcano,
Pains like affliction and inferno of despair.
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The cracking sound of firewood,
Depicts its impending burning,
For its usefulness,
Lies, in setting it ablaze for cooking;
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Death lacks not hope
In the victory
Existence will surely bring
Into a real-idealistic cosmos;
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If a diamond of new age,
Can illumine brightly
The charcoaled cave of barbarism,
Glaring will the eyes of light become.
***
Henry Chukwuma (c) March 2021. All Rights Reserved
