Poetry

Unreturned Affections: Poems by Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey

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UNRETURNED AFFECTIONS

Her presence quenches my thirst
Yet her response makes my heart colorless
Her farewell smile makes my soul tasteless
Are you water?

My morns are laden with beak tunes
And coldness of dewdrops
But once her pretty wings bring her
Tunes become wails, cold dew turns hot
Are you the gate of hell?

When I have gold I am embraced by her
But once my gold coins are gone
I sink into woeful parts of her embrace
Are you quicksand?

Amid glow of her brightness
You are my midnight
I make off from you
You yet cleave -to my feet
Are you my shadow?

Each time I look at the
Brightness of her beauty
My sight turns fuzzy
My eyelashes turn wet
Are you the sun?

In her I see El-dorado’s bliss
El-dorado my fires reach for
Flames calling her name
Yet she stays not touched
Yet holding my very core
Are you a radiation?

Each time she kisses his lips
You draw water from my eyelids
Worse she kisses him all time
My teardrops drown ships of my joy
Are you a sea of fiends?

Sunrays crucify me as I chase gold
My silver and gold gives her smiles
Yet her smiles give another face joy
Am I Christ? Is he Satan? Are you mankind?

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CHRISTMAS BEHIND THE BARS

While windstorms and willows wailed outside the
Windows, in the frosty night, no matter how fair
Christmas neon lights on walls behind bars flare
Her smiley-frown still favored silver moonlight
That graced the cold harmattan black outdoors
For such was the wonder she grew up to love
Amid those red-soils and evergreen rainforests
Where she sat beside her mother’s warm breast
Amid leaves-clap for the splendor of a frosty night
On garden seeming like earth kept heaven captive

But nay, ‘twas a cracked dream now; for her
Prison yet bid with her and her mother was late
For when madness in wine glasses took her captive
And her mother’s tongue abhorred her actions
As her tongue sweated it out with her mothers
She was burnt by breaths of her mother’s tongue
And in retaliation she gave her mother to a grave
Aye the halcyon-days were now heaps and graves
Thanks to mass graves of good advice buried
And shrouded by her careless foolhardy heart

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Poems © Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey
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