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A Poem’s First Steps by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

A poem starts with a decision…to let one’s heart flow to paper…a bold step to share of the gift of heaven.
You throw fear of rejection and impurities aside then hug courage as you step forward to tell waiting ears of something you are only learning. ..

The bold step…

Stepping forward:

Let your verse flow.

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lonely heart (a poem) by amu nnadi

(after seeing a photograph on Flower Rae Shearer‘s wall, overcome by sadness, for the bench)

a lonely bench sits in a park
waiting for stray bottoms
walking through the woodslonely heart
of life, to sit and make it warm,
only leaves of fall, sad twigs
and sighs of famished trees
keep it company, touching its
wooden ribs and scarred face
with elegies of coming dusk

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amu nnadi is author of four collections of poetry, the fire within, winner of the 2002 ANA Gabriel Okara Prize for Poetry, pilgrim’s passage, shortlisted for the 2005 Nigeria Prize for Literature, and through the window of a sandcastle, winner of the 2013 ANA Poetry Prize, runner-up to the 2013 Nigeria Prize for Literature and winner of the 2014 Glenna Luschei African Poetry Book Prize, and the recently completed a field of echoes, a book of almost 300 new poems.

In addition to all this, he is a close friend, mentor, lovely gentleman and teacher.

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echoes of idoto (a poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

Today, in Idoto, a small literary festival is being held in honour of Christopher Okigbo. It is nice to know that poets and artistes find the grace of remembrance. One of the poets there gracing the event isChijioke Amu-nnadi who has kept pouring one new verse after the other on his road to that river, Idoto, self-confessed mother that inspired our Okigbo. I drank of this river, drank of Okigbo, took some amu nnadi too, and a few lines not worthy of any of them came up. Here’s my sharing.

echoes of idoto (a poem)

(inspired on amu nnadi’s wall; a poem in chants for christopher okigbo)

suddenly

From here...
From here

the field grows as sounds bellow
verse echoing
okigbo’s chants

no longer will collected thoughts
stop at few pages
for a lengthening grows
from idoto’s river
as spirits bestride the trove

let the wind whisper wordsriver-jpg
let the sands salute spirits
let the river renew rites

at heaven’s gate
new verses and old merge
as the rivers flow
testimony to the waters
of that one who now has blessed us all
ending even imagined drought…

From http://sentinelpoetry.org
From http://sentinelpoetry.org

suddenly
there’s a shrill…
the field grows as sounds bellow
the elephants march
silencing every tertrach
there’s an echo…

and our hearts beat the verse

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mother (a poem) by su’eddie vershima agema

…at midnight You arrived home
wearing Your tiredness like a coat

Mum (from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/farai-chideya/ode-to-the-black-tiger-mother_b_3459906.html)
Mum and baby (from Here)

after a seventeen hour shift

Your eyes met my shivering frame
and motherly instinct undressed Your weariness
to pick Your boy
Your feet became wings to fly us both
to the nearest hospital miles away

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THE CRITIC COMMENTER RATTLE TATTLE (SMALL POELOUGE BETWEEN) ZIKA OLOFIN AND Su’eddie Vershima Agema

So, there are these cool friends of mine, Yemie, Dr. Swag, Zika, etc etc who think me the critic (wrongly) and one day, one of them took me up on a challenge to a small poelogue… It is something like a duel, methinks… But so far, we are testing ourselves with respect but I talk too much… Here we go.

The Critic by Zika Olofin

You judge the merit of our art
You never fail to play your part
For that’s the nature of your art
Not so much of an eyelid bat

Dissect as with a fine-tooth comb
Analyse in minute detail
Scrutinise motives real or not
Dismember each thought that’s expressed

You are of essence that is sure
If you’re not there we’re still uncooked
Our work leaves your refining pot
Then by the world to be embraced

And my reply…

The Commenter by SVA

Names they have called for so long
They have seen me in lights all wrong

I am me, small talker commenting
Dropping thoughts, ranting
At other times tormenting
Getting thee, bloggers, panting

But…forgive when I am cryptic
Or sound like a critic
I am simply just me, small tormenter
Your one and only friendly commenter.

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NOT A REGULAR POST BUT A HOLA FOR IZZA

Not a regular post today, Izza…

No, for you are not a regular lady. You are the one who celebrates 23 and six days…

We are ticking the tock for you… Holding on to the chime of hours…waiting till the time when your age will match the full length of a regular clock.

And in every second passing, saying one more prayer for you.

In this new year, I pray that writing will find you, your muse kiss you and creativity pour forth softly from you to leave everyone dazed, dazzled, and smiling in admiration.

We celebrate you Izza.

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Ramblings of comfort (a poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

(For Agatha)

The news flooded our plains
drowned our peace
and taught lessons on time

Yesterday will never be new
but today grants grace
where we can water memory
to squeeze laughter out of our despair

Even as pain’s strain strangles you
know I am here to give all my joy
to paint a rainbow if nature wouldn’t

For now, hold on Love
together
we will sail through this season of grief

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SPACES AND GARMENTS (A Poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

1.

There are spaces
Spaces everywhere
filled with memories forgotten
remembered; unwritten
Spaces between dreams and reality

Where I search to find

that which ‘Now’ denies

I fall into these spaces

From http://www.wallpapersdb.org/wallpapers/various/sadness_1920x1200.jpg
From http://www.wallpapersdb.org/wallpapers/various/sadness_1920x1200.jpg

now and again

still in today’s stagnant puddles

remnant of the tides of thought and time

Never enough, I crave

you out of the grave

The silence finds me

echoing resoundingly

2

I struggle out of the robe of grief
to find relief
but discover an inner garment clinging to my soul
a garment I cannot remember
A garment embroidered of loneliness
the fading texture of your presence.
I try to pull it off,
I do
I fear this one would never come off…

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(From Bring our casket home: Tales one shouldn’t tell. Makurdi: SEVHAGE, 2012)

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Once Upon A Time (A Poem) by Gabriel Okara

Once upon a time, son,
they used to laugh with their hearts
and laugh with their eyes:
but now they only laugh with their teeth,
while their ice-block-cold eyes
search behind my shadow.

There was a time indeed
they used to shake hands with their hearts:
but that’s gone, son.
Now they shake hands without hearts
while their left hands search
my empty pockets.

‘Feel at home!’ ‘Come again’:
they say, and when I come
again and feel
at home, once, twice,
there will be no thrice-
for then I find doors shut on me.

So I have learned many things, son.
I have learned to wear many faces
like dresses – homeface,

Gabriel Okara
Gabriel Okara

officeface, streetface, hostface,
cocktailface, with all their conforming smiles
like a fixed portrait smile.

And I have learned too
to laugh with only my teeth
and shake hands without my heart.
I have also learned to say,’Goodbye’,
when I mean ‘Good-riddance’:
to say ‘Glad to meet you’,
without being glad; and to say ‘It’s been
nice talking to you’, after being bored.

But believe me, son.
I want to be what I used to be
when I was like you. I want
to unlearn all these muting things.
Most of all, I want to relearn
how to laugh, for my laugh in the mirror
shows only my teeth like a snake’s bare fangs!

So show me, son,
how to laugh; show me how
I used to laugh and smile
once upon a time when I was like you.

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Vraisemblance (A Poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

Where your eyes stare
those words you whisper
the continual flow of actions…
did it flash forth in a pot
was it something magical growing
from spot to spot?

Is the radiance of the sun
specifically shone on me?
Is utopia carved simply for my warmth?

Has the sun shone forth its bliss?
Why does the moment seize my ease
when dance should be me?

Sprinkle the air with what truth you would
take all the magic that rather should
stand to be the crown of our smiles

Give me this and take away your chance
let me fall to ignorance
and forever enjoy this beauty dance.