This piece is to be included in 'Just a Poet',UNAAB's year book.
enjoy!
u know what they say,'not 4 those with low attention span'
Modern...
One word that breeds images of comfort.
Modern...
An adirę* pattern
On my mind’s pleasant but dark tapestry.
Modern...
Sights of
Far-flung worlds tabled before my couch.
Modern...
The lights
And sounds of scrapers in Hong-Kong
Pagodas in Thailand
Modern...
Sophisticated me...
You, with your synthetic chucks**
Modern...
Loss of our diction
Through the friction of foreign jack planes
On our native planks
Modern...
Me flying
Over clouds; grandpa would have puked
Modern...
Us, back to nature
To the grabbing and taking of females
Like our forebears, the cave-men
Modern...
Our modern brides
With half poured flesh spilling off
Corsets and unvirginal bridal gowns.
Modern...
The 2-year old who knows what “fuck” means
‘Cos he saw it on TV
Modern...
My beau and I holding hands on streets
Back in the days, we’d have been coated with spit
Modern...
Me, refusing to marry
My father’s carefully chosen vessel for me
Modern...
Me, us... writing poetry
Meeting in the university-
Back in the days,
We’d have been dead
And stuck in a remote farm steads
Modern...
We, us... touching the world
With the sinews of our word
Conquering men’s thoughts
Faster than Socrates
With less blood than Alex the great did
Modern...
Being seemingly deceived the now is all
Who wouldn’t when our touch calls applause?
Modern...
Thinking, now, of the then;
Standing out like Belshazzar in the den;
Sitting in a circle in this coven with my friends;
Seeing visions how we as men
Scale fences of sight hell-bent
On having our names scratched on granite
Not for deeds of earthly valour
Not for stealing bales of ballots
But for acts vocal,
Kindling hope,
Killing, curing croakers of woe
That grumbles and gripes with its smoke
Me, modern man... we, modern men
Seeing the woes of our forebears
With the mirror of our own knowledge;
Knowing we could rise to conquer
Even if left to die in Iraqi bunkers.
For who in his right mind
Stands at ease while being kissed
By scorpion sting?
*adirę- colorful native attire produced and worn in South West Nigeria.
**chuck-we know what it means, don't we?
enjoy!
u know what they say,'not 4 those with low attention span'
By Rolands Ndu Akpe
Modern...
One word that breeds images of comfort.
Modern...
An adirę* pattern
On my mind’s pleasant but dark tapestry.
Modern...
Sights of
Far-flung worlds tabled before my couch.
Modern...
The lights
And sounds of scrapers in Hong-Kong
Pagodas in Thailand
Modern...
Sophisticated me...
You, with your synthetic chucks**
Modern...
Loss of our diction
Through the friction of foreign jack planes
On our native planks
Modern...
Me flying
Over clouds; grandpa would have puked
Modern...
Us, back to nature
To the grabbing and taking of females
Like our forebears, the cave-men
Modern...
Our modern brides
With half poured flesh spilling off
Corsets and unvirginal bridal gowns.
Modern...
The 2-year old who knows what “fuck” means
‘Cos he saw it on TV
Modern...
My beau and I holding hands on streets
Back in the days, we’d have been coated with spit
Modern...
Me, refusing to marry
My father’s carefully chosen vessel for me
Modern...
Me, us... writing poetry
Meeting in the university-
Back in the days,
We’d have been dead
And stuck in a remote farm steads
Modern...
We, us... touching the world
With the sinews of our word
Conquering men’s thoughts
Faster than Socrates
With less blood than Alex the great did
Modern...
Being seemingly deceived the now is all
Who wouldn’t when our touch calls applause?
Modern...
Thinking, now, of the then;
Standing out like Belshazzar in the den;
Sitting in a circle in this coven with my friends;
Seeing visions how we as men
Scale fences of sight hell-bent
On having our names scratched on granite
Not for deeds of earthly valour
Not for stealing bales of ballots
But for acts vocal,
Kindling hope,
Killing, curing croakers of woe
That grumbles and gripes with its smoke
Me, modern man... we, modern men
Seeing the woes of our forebears
With the mirror of our own knowledge;
Knowing we could rise to conquer
Even if left to die in Iraqi bunkers.
For who in his right mind
Stands at ease while being kissed
By scorpion sting?
*adirę- colorful native attire produced and worn in South West Nigeria.
**chuck-we know what it means, don't we?
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