IT’S MONDAY NOON…
And the poet wanders
In the world of thoughts
Piercing
Like the spears
Of a juicy song
Dazzling
Like the stars
When the night is set
Enchanting
Like the rose
Sparkling in your eyes
Revealing
Like the sun
About to set at dusk
But blind, yes blind
Like me, lost in you
…our love swaggers
In the ring of words
—–
I COULD NOT GIVE YOU A LOVELY KISS
(For Ismail B. Garba’s ‘FOUR POEMS FOR CHARLES SIMIC’)
As you
Twist
Turn
Twirl
Wiggle
Wriggle
Waggle
And moan lyrically
In response
To the softness of my caress
I see that:
Your rhymes
Are static
Your rhythm;
Loosed
Your cadence;
Broken
And
You have no title and such
I could not give you a lovely kiss
—–
POETRY OF THE BEGINNING AND END
As singing sounds
Race through the future
In a blaze of light
With the Piercing rhythm
Of a perfected past
And
Flying stands of words
Quiver into the web
Without the gems of the living plasm
And without the perfect rose
I wonder and ponder why
The poet seeks the muse
And the muse seeks the poet
In the poetry of the beginning
—–
SILENCE
Silence
Silence
Followed by:
A long heightened hollowed horror full protracted period of wait
Silence
Again silence
Then: A RANCOROUS THUNDER!!!
As renditions exploded
In the Goitre of the Griot
—–
SORCERY
When the smoke of a greater darkness
Surges to engulf your mystic chains
And you invoke the oracle for a cure
It will chant a verse or two for you
From the poem of the shrine
…at the end of every poem
there is a horn and a star
but the end of this poem
will mark the
beginning to the end of poems
with stars and horns at their beginning and end
thus, an end to the beginning of unusual poems
with neither end nor beginning
to stars and horns at their beginning or end…
And when you reach here
Grow pebbles on your face
For that is the beginning of a spell
Cast on you at the end
—–
SONG OF THE SPHERES
(for Christopher Okigbo)
Ecstatic cries echo
In The tube of the ears of the earth
And awoke this naked madness in me
Whispers of the winds and waves
And sent me swimming
In the silence of the songs of the spheres
When you led me to the spring
Believing me a bard
Prince of the words of the world
And fed me sounds
In saucer strings
Spears of the light of the skies
You took me to the spring
Believing me a bard
Pierceness of the poetry of the beginning
The maddened sounds thunder
As they strike me
Pulsates of the poetry of the end
—–
I ‘LL BE YOUR MOON
At morning I’ll be your dawn
At forenoon I’ll be your sun
Your chirping birds and swaying trees at evening
And
When the sun falls into the depth of dusk
And wingless steam of heat drizzles
When chirping birds retire to their resting nests
And swaying trees freeze
When staggering stars swim in slumbering circles
And a blinding darkness covers the earth
I’ll be your moon,
Yes, I’ll be your moon
—–
Poems (c) Umar Abubakar Sidi
Fantastic. I am most grateful to africamwriter.com for exposing this poet to me. I love the way he plays with words, simple yet revealing , enticing , fresh and expounding. check out the excellent parody of Okigbo in SONG OF THE SHERES. By the time I was through with SORCERY, I was convinced that this poet is not only promising but is also fully made. kudos.
I hate convoluted poetry. This the sort I enjoy. Maybe its the talk of love, maybe its his way with words… but I just love it. I read “I would not mind” on his website and I feel jealous. Jealous because such beautiful writing shouldn’t be left for the whole world to see…its like whoring ones children.