Beauty

Safety

You came upon a midnight's whisper

Like an angel in a dream

You said my name and held me close

And took me under your wings

You made me feel safe and warm

You sheltered me from the worlds harm

Your here to love and guide me and keep me safe

Till another angel takes your place

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Who

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Nature Around Us

Who



Who highlighted the colors

of the autumn landscape?

Who designates

the assignment to begin?



Is it the chilly evening breeze?

Or the moody moon?

Do the stars

direct the transformation?



Or is the sun

now subordinate in the sky?



Whoever the artist is

has my permission to resume

His endeavor.

Cause the colors

are always perfect.

A delight to my eyes!


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Tears of Yesterday

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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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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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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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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My Garden Green With Love

Love is like the pretty flowers opening up to the rainy showers

Blooming in a heart that’s true,  I can now be at one with you

For here in this garden of mine, we have transcended all time

Planted in luscious soil, all it needs now is a little care and toil

Tended by loving hands, love will acquiesce to their commands

Leaves of green,  petals in pretty hues, pay their knowing dues

Beds of delightful pleasures bringing us their richest treasures

Reaching upwards to the sun, the morning light has now begun

Spreading out and drinking in, all that each flower needs within

Plant me in your garden green, let me bloom there and be seen

Tend me there with loving hands, release me from these bands

Let me grow towards the sky, and let the clouds rain their cry

Drinking in its sweet refrain, the freshness of the coming rain

Feed me with the juice of passion, love me in a tender fashion

Watch me grow and see me smile, come to me in a little while

For my bed is green and tended well, I will sing out in the dell

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Love is a thing of beauty when treated with tenderness

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The Spirit Within

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i am the fire that makes your heart beat

you are the water that makes my soul pure

i nurture the earth underneath your feet

you are the air that i breath

love is the reason that we live for sure



you are my soulmate

knowing about my spirit within

always love, never hate

i love you

no matter what the others see

i only know what is true

your spirit within is the true beauty

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One Wild Horse

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From ink flows meaning. Listen:

When Wildheart lacks lovebeauty

She goes for trinkets,

Seeking to feel the beautiful

she becomes greedy

wanting mere decoration.

what is needed is Love's beauty

Passing through heart as an arrow,

Piercing her numbness;

Like a river

quenching heart's thirst.

she would drop all trinkets if

she could have the love

Of one Wild Horse,

That could not be harmed, stolen, nor changed.

this love would flow like wind.

Leaning on it, she would be borne up------born.

with this love, she'd be stream, not its stones.

 

 

 


 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i was trying to find the real need underneath the unreal needs that were masking the real

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Winter's End

The tulips tilt their sculptured heads

To gaze into the sun.

The lime-green grass is peeping through,

The suckle's on the run.

I hear a melody of songs

From high atop a tree.

It must mean winter finally passed

And spring has set us free!

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Caring and Loving

Ugonna Wachuku

 

You always talk about
caring and  loving:

 

You talk about brotherhood and
togetherness. You even take walks
through crowded streets looking for
the needy.

 

You pray always for the poor and
the unloved. You even pretend that
you care whenever you see me. You
proudly stand in street corners
to sing of your love for humanity.
You even sing of your love on TV
and radio.

 

You smile those lip service smiles
all the time. I cannot see it coming
from your heart because you always
avoid my eyes. When they call you,
you tell them how much you care;
how much you love. You preach it
from the pulpit. You sing it on
stage with lusting souls. I cannot
tell whether you mean it because
you never show it indeed.

 

When I needed help, you turned your
pious back on me. You gave reasons.
I might run away, you said. Where then
is the love you preach and sing about?

 

I needed a place to lay my little head.
But you left me all alone. You told me
to go and sleep in the cold hands of
unhealthy streets. You left me all
alone; all alone to swim with hungry
sharks and heartless people.

 

You smile when you see me and pretend
to care. You only remember that I exist
when you see me. You pretend to care and
love. Remember, you cannot light-up a room
and cover the light. The light must shine.
You cannot pretend for too long. Even in
my dreams, I see the uncaring and unloving
nature of your being and soul. I calmly see
the hypocrtic handsomeness that you possess:

 

In my dreams and tears, I scream:
Hypocrite! Hypocrite! Because with
your uncaring nature, you teach me
what love is not. And I learn for
the good of humanity and for me
because all I want to know and be
is what love is:

 

I'll always scream hypocrite
because you need to know the
truth of the spotted leopard.
Surely, my dear, the truth
will make you free. And my
caring screams will fade
away like a departing
flower fountain! 

 

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Noctuary

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Noctuary, Noctuary

Black flame burning in My Mind

How many spells cast & fortunes told

By the glow of your dim light?

There within shadowy chambres

Recesses in the black

A soft light there shown

A cyclopse tapping through the night

A lambent world possessed of wonderous delights



The slither did some hither

And took to Me as My own

A gleam in thine narrow eyes did belove My heart

And those who scurry one to another

They chew on flesh & bone

The flying one so filled with joy

Repleat, the lust for life



Opulent ones of Bastian soul

Black & grey they wandered

To join Me as the Rites were said

To part the Gates asunder



What dread words are writ above

To frame the four-sealed wonder

And what dread seal enscribed thereon

Upon the blackened Altar?



Dimly lumanescent eyes

Gazing from the Darkness

Hulking apparition shown

Black horns in defiance

And staring down beside Him now

Ready to the pounce

A crouching phantom of winged fang

Pale with eyes of blackest coal



So many nights there filled with grace

By candle's flame & incense climb

As the world sleeps, that is My time

Amidst the headless cross

Beneath Bathsheba's face

Of which no mortal can erase

There lays the blighted place



Noctuary, Noctuary

Still you haunt My brain

The days & nights awash in red, black, & amber

The scent of Magic in the air

The undulating flesh

The fount of pleasure overflowed

Upon the cup of Nectar

Author's Notes/Comments: 

An Ode to Black Heaven on Earth, The Haunted Noctuary, My Total Environment & its ghoulish inhabitants.

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