COLLECTION OF POEMS BY C.D AGBO (ACHIDESFUR)

THINGS DONE BY YOUR NAME!

God! Things that are done by your name

…things undone by your name

I’ve called me in my world Earnest

And my pro genies Solemn, for so I chose

And my pro genies to so address

Have I difference a world of

The ubiquitous Love and Foolishness for

Though in my guise of solemnity

Lionize I the feminine celibacy

But mind you, I never faked my guise

My guise is true and so my Love

But the feminine guise, how so true?

Still in the pool of imagination

How unplayful  those words

That lay me in my world of sanity

“Let’s break up, and never close to our hearts

Carry me the very last time,

Give me a memorable osculation,

I can’t even keep the promises I made

Let fate bring us back”

This life a movie, I learnt

And with my eyes throw me a steady gaze

To behold the intents of a dainty sole and yet

A disappointing mentation she admits,

I’m never disappointed.

IN NATURE'S BUFF

And it was so, for so it was

Once upon a time, far time it was

 In its recall enough time it was

 For time enough never once it was

To thee thy hood thou move to bow.

 For thus a glare nod North and South

Oh what frenzy adore I thy brook

 In floral garb of Red rose and Pink

As thy soles gently breezed by blink

And cause a hood long to float thy buff

Halt! Jug thy brook...nay... float thy buff?

For thus the hood jailed in thought

And thy soles flushed by thy brook!

Dancer’s pride

Greetings to you legit’ beings

Salutation to you old and young

My CHI libations to YOU

In Your veneration I lie low!

Let me your attention to a biblical quiz draw…

Jesus I know, Paul I know but you… who are you

 In whose name casts thou demon

Whose kiss bewrayed the Saviour?

The Decalogue who made? You, the Judas

The gods, God, Moses, if option’s need be

For, law to be broken made. That apart,

Law a mirage and you a blacksmith.

The Decalogue to which tribe made

Jews, Gentiles, Pharisees, scribes?

The law I know, no bound know

‘cause man a finger to another points, four to himself!

Only spectators could a dancer’s moves mark

Now this dancer in rhythmical frenzy sank

Still stoop to watch his soles merry

And patting his chest to his soul’s merry

Did the tribe to the Decalogue so hearken

Were they by the maker bitten?

Let your answers spit your fate

For only the gods can afford the beats for our fate!

Your time starts now!

C.D. Agbo (ACHIDESFUR)

LOOK AT YOURSELF!

Look at yourself, just take a look at yourself!

Going down deep!

Dying silently, like enjoying it!

Lacking concentration, i mean, every one of it!

Heavy hearted!

Having given all and left nothing to manage!

Wished it's recoverable!

But, it's given!

Such patches of steps left in sand of time!

Heart! be strong, it came to pass!

But one thing...

Wished i could smell my hands, and know, if at all, the cause!

Sanity waning softly!

For in besot i wander in stray!

To have journeyed so far!

To have let b'hind other things!

Wished i wuold sink!

As though i'v sank to rise one day whole!

So help me GOD!