THIS PAGE HAS BEEN MOVED Please go to new site at and remember to update our address in your FAVORITES |
BACK TO TOP Poems of Soul.com Copyright 2002 |
MORE POEMS: |
POEMS BY EMEKA AZUINE |
POEMS OF SOUL |
ABOUT EMEKA AZUINE AND HIS POEMS Emeka Azuine graduated with honours in Mass Communication from the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, where he excelled and won the University's coveted Alhaji Babatunde Jose Award in writing. A poet, journalist and development activist, he has been writing poems since the early '80s and published in national and international journals as well as poetry recitation on radio. Emeka currently resides in London, England, where he concluded graduate studies in international relations. |
THE ROUTE TO CROWN, Down the slope we trail with hope Up the hill we forge with will. Down the pit we clench our teeth Up the pit we clench our feet. When it's sunny we share the warmth When it's morning the flowers bloom When it's dusk their glories gloom When we fear none shares the fear When we cheer many come too near That's the world the route to crown The road to crown has no gift to frown. |
Without You (A lover's song) What can thinking mean Without thinking of you And remembering my Jinn Many miles from you. What sugar can be sweeter And honier than your love What a world in a tether To live without my life's shroff. What on earth to meditate on If not of your solemnity How can I validate the motion Of life without you but nonentity. I cannot help but embrace you I must not kiss without embrace Life will be lonely and miserable too That's death for me in this rat race. |
Rhythms from the heart (Part 1) We sing this song all day long It is lyrics of hope To despairing hearts Who sit forlorn in tattered hearts Hearts arched by angels of vicissitudes Hearts which crevices host verdrigis. We sing this song, we will never wait It is quick song of love To bodies charcoaled by hate Smouldering from armpits of dragons Whose chests and hands Wear embroideries of wickedness. We sing this song, hymn of deliverance It is solfa of extended ropes Into the stomach of abyss; We sing to hands dwarfed By the deafness of rescuers Who boast not of victims defrosted. |
SONG OF ADMONITION By Emeka Azuine, London, England Africa: My ancestors taught you You refused the counsel of the wise What new knowledge will I teach you As I do not breed Solomon's blood? Africa: Learn this song I sing Never let it slip like rain and moon Look and see your children cry As burdens of hunger suck them dry. Africa: Hear and see them writhe In agonies of disharmony they fry As wars rip their skulls So in grief and weary do my heart bleed. Africa: Thus will my ancestors and I bleed Till you rid your camps of manless men Whose spirits paddle our lives In the seas of death where they live. |
POET FOR REASON By Emeka Azuine, London, England My mother wanted me to be a Doctor To heal her infirmities No, I'll be a Poet Poetry heals the worst infirmities On souls that Doctors cannot. She wanted me to be a Pharmacist Who'd produce drugs of armor No, I'll be a Poet Poetry is David's armor Against Goliaths that defy drugs. She wanted me to be a Soldier So with barrels I'll fight her wars No, I'll be a Poet Poetry makes barrels sleep with woes Poetry makes barrels dumb to trigger. She wanted me to be a Merchant To garner the wealth of merchandise No, I'll be a Poet Poetry on marble wisdom inscribes Is that not a wealth for eternity? |
MORE POEMS: |
BACK TO TOP Poems of Soul.com Copyright 2002 |
Reality World Those who took us for what we are will live to rejoice with us what they never knew we were. Those who rejected us for what we were will live to tell their friends what good it was they missed in us. Those who despised our huts will miss the world of fortune attendant to kings that lived with us. Those who derided the slippers we wore today will announce to their friends how well new shoes fit into our feet. Those who refused our embrace of short arms will live to tell their friends how much love radiated from the short hugs we gave. Those who believed only because they saw will tell generations of near-misses they achieved for striving to see contents before boxes. For the wisdom of the ancients always lay beneath the earth and reality, beneath the world unseen. |
THIS PAGE HAS BEEN MOVED Please go to new site at and remember to update our address in your FAVORITES |
