A Friendly Walk
We walked today,
A solitary walk
I with my slender menthol friend
–A fatal relationship.
They looked on as usual
Criticism in their eyes
I chose this path
Fired muses are the result
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Bacchus Worship
At night,
You clasp the same abomination
With both hands
A sin, long certified
By Kingdom Witnesses and doctors
As a ferryman
To the other side
Theirs were homilies
Meant to irrigate receptive grounds
Yours is a stony garden
Immune to such waters
Your soul,
A desperate revolutionary
Xenophilic.
Teasing death, daring health
A path you walk, with many others
Who embrace escape through
Temporary amnesia
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If We Die Tonight
Molten larvae
Off of pent up anger
Bursting to the fore
An inferno.
Flora; fauna; property; all
Their hellfire has come
Apocalypse now
When leather sandals
Marched down on the heads
Of citizens,
Who defied rain, blood, sun
To elevate you,
Only one outlet: a volcano.
Tonight,
Some will defy myths
Heaven will be man-made
A juxtaposition to hell–
Man-created
Then corpses.
Sacrificial lambs of a re-birth
If we fall,
Hand not death victory
Glorify him not, by wailing
We were legends, celebrate our passage
With festive drumbeats!
This land, our land
Must be redeemed tonight!
© Nnaemeka Oruh
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I like A FRIENDLY WALK. Simple, direct, I relate with… BACCHUS WORSHIP and IF WE DIE TONIGHT remind me of how preachers’ eyes turn miraculously red the moment you ask them how the first three days were counted if the sun was created on the fourth day as our holy bible tells us.
Congratulations, I loved your poetry.
Thank you so much
again i say you are a poet.you cant say this of everybody who writes poems