Poetry

Unrequited Love: Poems by Chidozie Chukwubuike

Unrequited Love

Odinsoeruaka
Destroy me with love
Suck away the juice of my life
Drain me of every fluid of emotion
And discard me, bedraggled
Like a fowl drenched
In an angry rain

Odinsoeruaka
Kill me; yes go ahead
And quench this fire
That flames, wrecking
The foundation of my being
Save me the trauma…this agony

Visit me with a murderous love
But when I’m conveniently dead;
If the post-mortem says
‘Unrequited passion’
Bury me, the carcass of a dead love
In the grave-yard of hope

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The Date

Even when they had sewn up the deed,
the discarded hand-gloves of the surgeons
still lie about in testament.

Even the disquieting sounds
of the Executioner’s iron boots
shall in time re-echo
the other side of forced silences.

Even their gate of power,
as pig-headed as a stubborn anus,
cannot eternally hold back flatulence.

And we wait, patiently, upon
the conscience of time,
the superintendent of all truths,
to pronounce judgement
on the plunderers of our heritage

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Unsympathetic Tenant

He taunts me
First with a twitch
Then a subtle tug
At what I think
Are my intestines
And from within he rumbles
Convulsing in laughter
Jeering, mocking…
Hurting my pride

I squeeze my face
Casting embarrassed glances
Like Judas at the last supper
Again, my tormentor racks
I grind my teeth
Like a goat on a stake
‘Men don’t cry’
I tell myself
‘Men don’t cry’
And a tear drops

This my tormentor-
Unsympathetic bully
Blurs the sight
And makes the ear hear
Sounds so sadly strange
He mocks the nostrils
Tickling them with the aroma
Of imaginary delicacy
And causes a pang-
Pain in the abdomen

I cringe
And he laughs
Hunger laughs
Weirdly, at me
My feeble bravado
My vulnerable humanity
He laughs at me – ‘LANDLORD”

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A Cripple To A Snake

Pretty shining snake
Down the garden lake

You look like a rope
Wriggling down the slope

As you crawl and glide
To your hole to hide

Stop awhile I pray
Muse at me today

And hang your head to sway
The drunken-master way

But, by God! do not strike
For we are both alike

Condemned by crippled fate
To this our limbless state

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Little Part of Me

On this threshold of aborted dreams,
I sing this dirge.
The splattering syllables
Of a constricted heart.

The rhythm is soulful
And the lines without rhymes
As I move behind this procession
To a fraction of my burial.

This little part of me,
Being laid in an infant grave
Amidst solemn whimpering,
I clothe in this sacrifice of words,
I rock with this glorious lullaby
To an early eternal sleep.
Good night!

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(c) Chidozie Chukwubuike

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  • My tongue will not soon forget your beautiful poetry. Now that I have read you, I do not need to drink wine….at least not today. Good work, thought they were all great but I especially enjoyed Unrequited Love and Unsympathetic Tenant.