We follow uncertain concatenation
on endless encounters through
life's joyful joylessness entwined;
because we are hugely hopeful
humankind uplifted within earth's
deep dimensions darkened.
Benumbing brilliance lights our
wasteful way through furious
fading fields on promised green
pastures and restorative roots;
for we are on these unbound
earthly encounters through
deleterious deep dimensions.
Through bleeding blood, we thrive
on senseless sensibilities seeking
to keep painful painlessness pure
as life's joyful joylessness jitters
us into crass circles on bloody
bloodlessness because humankind
drained us in deep dimensions.
[c] Ugonna Wachuku: 3 April 2022: Mexico: Earth.
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Enslaving chains and wilderness pains
are broken on healing heavenly domain
plus graceful throne, envisioned.
Method upholds this marauding madness
aflicting us on earthly journeys through
wounded wilderness, deadly disdain
and frighful famine; distressing
humankind and nature.
Twisted minds and wicked souls
torment humankind on this earthly
journey through birth, life and death.
Yet, we came with nothing; and with
nothing, we depart to earth's dust.
Hideous hypocrisy darkens love to
hide this greatest reality from heaven's
green pastures, meadows and
river bed, unchained.
We follow this river path to oceans
lighted by divine mercy and unending
salvation; healing broken hearts and
bleeding, lost souls.
I want to speak one more Language
That everybody can easily speak
Same as our food or as beverage
If not, it means, we are weak
I wish I could deal with people
In everywhere, whatever they are
I hope I can once be able
To become a friend to those are aware
Serious or peaceful situations
Should not affect our hearts
The poverty or luxury nations
Are only our world' parts
While many had proclaimed their coming to be a work of the devil, and others tried to cloud the truth, there were those who had seen the coming as fate, and had begun to worship this new race. Cults began to appear and grow in every corner of the world, and spread this radical new message to those any and all who would believe and follow. Every old world religion had now found themselves a dangerous new enemy; not of science or of politics, but of the mystery that had now been solved, the knowledge that had grown from the darkness of ignorance that man now faced for the first time in his history. What our religion failed to acknowledge, and our beliefs refused accept, the sky revealed; the void of space finally spoke the truth. A new war was on the horizon.
Ugonna Wachuku
On lush, green mountain slopes
and humane islands, this river
begins its hopeful journey to
oceans for life; on our
enchanting earth
home, unbound.
Bright breathtaking landscapes
and welcoming country-sides glow
with life from earth's oceans.
You are there all the worthy way:
There is beauty and inspiration.
There are moonlight stories in
hearty village squares made
lively by the smile you hold
within your beautiful being.
The river is there - still moving
on its earthly journey through
landscapes of home and inspiration.
In your emerald eyes, windows of
heavenly hope open for new life:
Life: And your name is born anew
for humanity and for bald eagle
me. Your river unfolds a humane
rainbow's rain. You are just
smilingly there with all upliftment
like glorious songs from angels
of our Heavenly Father's abode.
New dawn awaits humanity and my
eagle soul in your cherished care -:
This new dawn when your soothing
voice will welcome us to the
homely square in the handsome
heart of Ethiopian villages.
Life. And it is your name.
Life. And it is the hope and
patience that lifts this eagle
to blessingly soar through
towering mountains and stormy
skies on our earthly pathways
and river roads reclaimed for
you, all humankind, earth's
nature and living creatures.
Life. And you are there,
touchingly, with that
unwavering inspiration
your smile brings.
Life. And you calmly
welcome this eagle to
your humble, little
corner on the sprawling
hall of this global home
for humanity and peace.
Life. And the eagle in me
lands - just to see, uphold,
cherish and be made persevering
to soar this new day and always.
Life. And you are there - on
lush, green mountain slopes
where the river's journey
begins. Life. And you are
cutely there to welcome
the eagle's flight home in
all of your radiant, fertile
beauty.
Life and you are inspiringly
there for the abundant good of
all humanity and eager eagle me.
Life and you are bountifully
there on lush, green mountain
slopes of heavenly home where
this rainbow river
begins its journey
to oceans for
l
i
f
e
!
!
!
Ugonna Wachuku
Weep with me because our enchanting oceans
and seas are polluted. Weep with me because
there is nuclear danger dumped in the icy
north. Let us weep because climate change
is upon our enchanting earthly home.
Weep with me because fishes are
dying. Dolphins are singing no
more. Weep with me because oil
is choking earth's oceans to
death.
Weep with me because our trees
are dying. Human hands defile
them. Weep with me because our
farmlands can no longer be
pregnant with seeds: Famine,
barenness and starvation
menacingly storm through
the earth in broad day
light!
Weep with me because I went to the
Niger Delta and the earth was dead.
Ogoniland has been stripped of her
fruitful environment and natural
wealth. Weep with me because I
wentto Odi and Odi village was
dead.
Deeply weep with me because I went
to France and saw the sea spitting
oil. Weep with me because oil tankers
now break into two at sea. And now,
this Prestige, off the Spanish coast
has fatally wounded earth's oceans
with oil spills and leaks once more:
I am so deeply hurt, and keep asking:
Why wasn't that oil pumped off the
Prestige into a healthy tanker all
those days it sat there waiting to
break and sink??????????
???????????????
???????????????
??????????????:
Countries talk dumb and hopelessly
dumb letting their numbness to truth
and urgent reality reveal heaven's
weeping heart for dying humanity
and our bleeding earthly home.
And now Spanish government
apology. What use is this
apology now? What use???:
And the USA Gulf of Mexico
one with BP: and more:
Weep with me because I am dead.
Weep with me because you are dead.
Weep with me because our beautiful,
chanting birds are dying. Weep with
me because our bountifully and
wonderfully created earth is
singing a glarring dirge.
Weep with me because Igboland
is weeping for her own and
all humankind. The land
of the free and the home
of the brave is also
weeping. All earth is
weeping indeed.
Weep with me because I am Mother
Nature and I am weeping for earth
and every uncaring human being.
My brilliant blue earth is fast
dying. Dolphins are singing no
more. I am so scared. So, weep
with me. Let us meet at Mt.
Olives. Let us plant the earth
anew under heaven's loving eyes
of compassion.
Come, humanity, let us save
our dying earth this new day.
Yet weep with me because I am
Mother Nature - I am heaven's
soul - and I am weeping for
earth and all humanity! I am
weeping for our dying oceans!
I am nature. And I am crying!
Our climate is changing and
global warming is threatening
us.
I am nature!
I am earth!
And
I'm weeping!
!
!
!
American Galaxy
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Celebrating the People and the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave
Remembering the Union's Faith Foundation
A Loving Higher Purpose for the People
Copyright © Ugonna Wachuku
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Written in a Geneva:
Switzerland Churchyard
Ugonna Wachuku
A dirge and epilogue is sung for me
on your fleeing island of uninterested
unavailability. The owl hoots no more
on moonlit nights of home.
Biblical Zacchaeus and Matthew: Oh!
Little me: "pass me not O gentle
Saviour..." Green pastures abound.
My peace unbound. Your island is
so real. The bridge stands no more
on humane pathway to landscapes. Kai!
Your island is so real, daughter of
the Almighty Creator.
Pathway to landscapes: The eagle I am
must soar this new day to welcoming
mountain-tops to view, one last time,
your pathway to landscapes.
At the stroke of midnight, this blessed
new day, I will depart your island of
unavailability; and sail for the high
seas. My smiling ship is created. The
wind from others beckons. Pines of home
whistle. The rainbow awaits. My simple
ship is set to sail; and I must bid you
farewell in God's care. I invite thee
no more on earthly footpaths. Oh!
Epitaph! This Epitaph! Would that
I wrote thee not; or perhaps
forgotten my lines on this
strange stage through life.
Heaven's gardens: Remember, when we
finally meet there, I am the bald
Eagle that tarried for years on your
unfeeling island of unavailability :-
made whole with heavenly bounties in
His soul saving bossom.
AH! Epitaph! This farewell! This glad
dirge sung for me! This epilogue! Oh!
Little me. The owl hoots no more on
moonlit nights of home because this
glad dirge is sung. This emerald
epitaph all for you to set me freeee!
Heaven's gardens and meadow sea
shores. I set sail at midnight
under
heaven's
loving
eyes
and
hope
u
n
c
h
a
i
n
e
d
!
!
!
!
!
!
!
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Tears of Yesterday
Ugonna Wachuku
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(c) 1996: Ugonna Wachuku
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Contents:
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Dedication
Introduction
Part One:
Yesterday's Tears
River Road
Flower Landscapes
Raindrops
Urs Haberli
Green Earth
Misty Clouds
Streams
Rainbow
I Found Love
The Farmer
Part Two:
Chinwe
First Meeting
Distant Shores
What does it Take?
The Journey
To the Ridges
Ngozi
Obinwanne
New Day
Love me Again
You
The Stream
Part Three:
Streams of Love
Calming the Storm
Ako na Uche
A heart
Dreams
Lonely Soul
Like a River
Living in the Shadows
When Love Calls
In your Eyes
Nobody Loves Me
Farxiya
Epilogue
The Author
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Dedication
To all humankind who have ever
dared to love and care for those
of us living in the shadows in
this beautiful but hurting world!
Together, lets make this God-given
splendid earth a better home for
all humanity, our fellow earthly
animals, plants and environment
and our progenies!
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Introduction:
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"And now abideth faith,
hope, love; these three;
but the greatest of these
is love."
~1 Corinthians 13:13
These thirty-five poems represent a deeper part of me
which has found meaning to live and to love. They are
poems that derive great strength and inspiration from
the beauty of nature and from the humaneness of the
loving people I have come across at this period of
my life.
With these poems, I yearn to define humanity. I yearn,
indeed, to present some uplifting meaning to the caring
nature of the love I have always desired amongst humankind;
including my heart-felt longing to see mankind's complete
willingness to cherish and protect our earthly environment
for our survival and that of coming generations because in
loving one another, we must be courageously prepared to
protect, sustain and care for our natural environment
globally. This is an urgent task all women and men of
love and goodwill must engage in.
These are poems for the brotherhood and oneness of humanity.
They are poems for the realization of our oneness as dignified
human beings created in the image of God Almighty!
Herein, I have paid monumental tributes to all humankind
who have ever dared to love; even to the point of not being
loved in return - to the reality of being spited and asked
to turn the other cheek.
This is a special call to all of you out there who have never
dared to love to take up the pleasure and burden of love.
Arise!: Be a soulful part of this great movement seeking to
heal and make much more peaceful and loving our troubled and
tearfully hurting earth. This is a loving call of the eagle.
Ugonna Wachuku
March, 1996
Geneva: Switzerland
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Part One:
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On these far lands,
I see love.
I see despair.
Today's road is a
tearfully joyful
path to a future
unknown.
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1:
Yesterday's Tears
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Today, dawn breaks in
on me gradually.
I behold the glittering
sun and fading moon.
Rays follow my beaten
track. I gasp for breath
on this pathway.
A new day walks on
towards the discovered
city on sunlit abodes.
My life spreads out
like birds' wings on
the clouds.
Meaning yawns.
Hope beckons.
Like a river,
you begin watery care
of the earth's hunger
and thirst, just before
the eagle glides in from
our early morning mist.
A new city emerges from
the rubbles of this mind
destroyed:
Yesterdays's tears find
meaning in today's laughter.
The windy weather breathes life
into a soul so weak and dying.
In the breath of your heart,
streams water my beings
dry river banks.
A brilliance lost comes back.
The eagle in me is ready to
soar, to love and to cherish.
Today, the smile you bring
sows fertile gladness for a
heart forgotten yesterday.
Down the village path to life,
riddles and hope; on this road
to your soul, we behold a hero's
sun, stars and moving moon.
The rainbows assuring path
meets us on this new road.
My heart trails this native
nature in you. This new day
is full of dreams and hope.
This is a new day created
from soothing tears unbound.
This new day, my yearning
heart will still follow your
rainbow; your life-giving
stream-roads and sky-ways.
The caring and overwhelmingly
loving answer to
yesterday's tears!
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2:
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River Road
When birds sing new
songs of hope on the
sad green earth;
when love means something
healing and uplifting
in your handsome heart;
when stars shine
at noon to herald
the name you have;
when dawn overcomes
dusk in the darkness
of fleeting life,
look for the heart
that dares;
look for this heart
that yearns to be part
of the pain from earth's
lowly people.
Go in search of the
love you can find.
Search for the meaning
to our dreams of oneness
and peace because you are
this new beginning for the
earth's green hope.
Let our hearts be together
on this voyage to the other
side of the sea's sentiment
for life.
Lead us to this life of
hope and love for the
earth's yearning poor.
Lead us to the fulfilling
and bountiful river of
found love and care -
this river road to life
unchained...
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3:
Flower Landscapes
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Flower landscapes fill
the beauty and refreshing
nature in your being.
Native stories are told
on the beach and you
glitter like the moon
on blue shores.
I follow these blue
shores scattered all
over the earth's bossom.
And in my being, a living
light brightens.
What other pathways and
dreams can fill my days
and hopes as we try to
find life's breath on
these welcoming,
breath-taking highlands
with flower landscapes?
The beauty you left on
the last bridge opens
a new world olf inspiration
and survival for the poor
soul in me. I find your
mothering gateway to the
end of our sorrow.
Part of this sorrow
ends with you; yet,
your blue clouds never
depart from us.
Teach me anew then.
Let me be part of this
sprouting hope and smile-
this love never giver given.
Aha! While we wait for the
beginning, let these flower
landscapes come to you.
Let them begin a treasured
song for the hopeless.
Let theses flower landscapes
come to you and to me.
Let the light come.
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4:
Raindrops
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Raindrops.
Waterways.
Windy tears trail my
path on this way to
the land.
A shrill cry jolts
my memory back to the
reality of a hurting
world.
I see far away palm
fronds on earth's
fading beauty through
your holding heart.
Warmness never experienced
covers this vision of
a yearning in me.
This yearning lingers
on you as it winds
its weary way through
the lost land.
I walk this land slowly.
I wait to see new moons
emerge from shambles of
lost hope:
I met you in the hall.
Eyes walked to the table.
Our hands waited for dawn.
All through the day,
I waited for your
merciful meaning.
I waited for hope
in life; for your
name's caring nature.
I waited for your love
and hope-filled smiles
on lawns so green:
Raindrops.
Waterways.
Windy tears trail my
path - this path to life
and love born anew on far
away lands and longings.
I wait with hope.
I wait with the
brilliant birds' beauty.
I honestly yearn for
your raindrops on waterways
of home and today.
Will you, indeed, trail
these tears - these
numerous despair in life?
Will your raindrops and
waterways float us into
green pastures and meadow
sea shores?
Raindrops!
Waterways!
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From my long-hand manuscript collection:
Tears of Yesterday
(c) Ugonna Wachuku
Geneva: Switzerland: 1996
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