Beauty
The Road
Ugonna Wachuku
You are the road.
I am the seeker.
Then, show me
the way.
You are the river.
I am the boat.
Then, float me to
the head-waters.
You are the wind.
I am the eagle.
Then, glide me to
towering clouds and
unseen mountain tops.
You are the rain.
I am the flower.
Then, give me water
to grow.
You are the flower.
I am the butterfly.
Then let me touch
your ripe, blue bud
with a kiss.
You are the tree.
I am humankind.
Then, show me how
to climb.
Remember, you are the
road. I am the seeker.
Then show me the way.
You are angel.
Then show me heaven.
Yet, you are the road.
I am the simple seeker.
_
The Road
~ Critiques/Comments ~
Gwendrina Howe
Dear Ugonna, again, this poem brings me truth and spiritual pleasure. "You are the road, I am the seeker" - how wonderfully stated! Your analogies are drawn from the depth and simplicity of nature's beauty to make the reader enlightened by this path of knowledge. This verse fills me with deep peace and renewed hope. Thank you, Wendy
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Helen Schmidt
A lovely poem, Ugonna! You illustrate so clearly how interdependent the various aspects of life are upon one another. We are always searching for answers, and so many of them lie in nature. Beautiful words!
Helen
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Rachelle Wiegand
Came here from your interview with Deborah, Ugonna :) Wonderful interview, wonderful poetics! Thank you for sharing!! :)
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Ken Corbett
This is my favorite work of yours, so far. You are skilled at using the small words to great advantage.
The pictures you paint here are clear and strong.
Ken
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Tim / manatee Marshall
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HI~like we said in the hipie days (HEAVY MAN) lol A+,your writings are like songs and i'm using what someone told me
it plays at the very best time to go along with what i'm already thinking simular thoughts of,thank you
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2002-05-02 17:10:48
Netta Jack
Love the simplicity yet deep message in this piece. Very nice work. Thanks for sharing.
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2003-01-21 18:21:18
Jayati Gupta
Man seeks God provides! Wonderful poems you write.
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2004-09-27 14:41:41
A LOVE SONG
Hold me tighter and tighter
And dress me in your arms,
Leave your scent upon me,
Enjoy my feminine charms.
I will feel lovelier than lovely
When my lips impart to yours.
Moist, soft as satin roses
Long kisses to endure.
Move into my anatomy,
Imprint into my soul,
Drink from me my darling
My nectar as it pours.
Hold me in your arms tonight
Make my spirit soar,
Let me know with you I'm safe
In your arms I feel your warmth.
Let my eyes behold the portrait
Which shines in your brown eyes,
Of two lovers walking arm in arm
Beneath the rainbow of paradise.
In your arms the pains of life do cease,
Your kisses medicative,
With body eased and manipulated,
Our loved is consecrated.
Take me in your arms tonight
Make your heart my home,
Dance with me among the stars
Hereafter and evermore.
SCENT OF CHERRY
Could you spare a moment to walk with me
down my favorite street?
Where sunlight glimmers sparingly
it's warmth enhances sweet,
the fragrance of the cherry blossoms
to permeate the breeze
where lovers walk and bees are busy
buzzing overhead.
Could you take a moment and walk with me
and gently hold my hand?
Could you take a moment to sit a spell
upon the lush green grass?
Where lovers linger telling tales,
bounding with romance,
as petals fall from cherry blossoms
delicately dance
where the air is filled with scent of cherry
sifting from the branch.
Could you take the time to dream with me
along this ripe pink path?
Would you take a moment and lean with me
against the wooden fence?
Where we'll lay our hands upon the rails
warming to the senses,
the thoughts of lovers walked before us
let your mind caress us
as sunlight shimmers through the blossoms,
gentle rays descend.
Could you take a moment to walk with me
or simply just pretend?
When You Smile
Ugonna Wachuku
Whispering waterfalls and
streams tell me beautiful
stories in my dreams.
Silent hearts sing me simple
songs of glory and hope.
In my dreams; in my tears
of joy and glad sorrow, I
watch you follow the river's
pathway to lands unknown; to
lush landscapes undefiled.
I watch you tell moonlight
stories in village squares
at home. I watch you follow
nature's heartbeat. I watch
you dream new, loving dreams
for humanity:
There will be uplifting songs
from deep ancestral warriors
and villagers. In my tears; in
my joyful sadness, I watch you
take my hand:
I feel your presence. I feel
your love. I feel your inspiring
breath and subtle power because
when you smile, I am made whole.
When you smile, I behold a whole
new world on moonlit nights and
brilliant blue clouds. That smile
is all I need to run creatively
wild.
And tonight, I will be at
the village square once again,
waiting for you and that
inspiring
smile
you
bring.
When You Smile
~ Critiques/Comments ~
Rachelle Wiegand
poetess@mtco.com
Ugonna, Another inspiring gem. You are a Poet, aren't you? I love
this:
"There will be uplifting songs
from deep ancestral warriors
and villagers. In my tears; in
my joyful sadness, I watch you
take my hand:
I feel your presence. I feel
your love. I feel your inspiring
breath and subtle power because
when you smile, I am made whole.
When you smile, I behold a whole
new world on moonlit nights and
brilliant blue clouds. That smile
is all I need to run creatively
wild.
And tonight, I will be at
the village square once again,
waiting for you and that
inspiring
smile
you
bring."
So beautifully appreciative, so breathtaking and mysterious ... I love it! Great work!
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Ugonna Wachuku
ugonna@apexmail.com
I believe I am a poet, Rachelle! What a striking question, indeed!
Let me just say so for the moment. And thank you for your moving
critical analysis concerning When You Smile. I'll certainly go back to
read this poem of mine again and again...
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Teresa Jacobs
truffels_37211@yahoo.com
Your words are so beautiful. Full of mystery and of hope. I love this
poem. You tell your story with such powerful desrciptiveness. I can't
help but reading this poem over and over again.
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Mona Omar
monao3@yahoo.com
when you smile iam made whole i behold a whole new world on moonlight
night what a beautiful poem when you smile
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Angel Wolf
simply-poetic@webtv.net
This is a breathtaking poem full of imagery. Takes YOU on a journey
through nature, love and life! Reminds me of another poet. simply
poetic
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Deborah Russell
sellwein@hotmail.com
a smile of the eyes is most beautiful
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Myra Lochner
myrataal@mweb.co.za
Oh Ugonna!
When I return from time to time to quench my thirst at your silver
stream, I find this tranquility so good, so soothing, for my soul.
Thank you for your "beautiful stories" for my dreams.
Kindest regards
Myra
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2002-01-31 15:58:05
Gail Henderson
hfgsmiles@aol.com
Great work on this poem im so
gald i read the whole poem keep
up the lovely work i know great
work when i read it. i really apperciate
you taking the time to read some of
my poems that really means alot to
me. im very blessed by god in alot
of diffrent ways a family that loves
me and supports me and great freinds
ive had for years i like rechieving
comments it lights up my life and it
makes me a better writer .even the good
one...
MONA LISA
(vir Madonna Lisa di Antonia Maria Gerhardini)
daar huiwer dan jou wese
aan die kunstenaar se kwas
die mededoë van jou oë
vang hom vir ewig vas
versigtig! maan sy vingers hom
skep slegs'n sweempie skaduwee
om sَ die veemde Vrede weer te gee ...
jou mondhoeke bly stram
hy word vermoei deur sy groot taak
maar jy - Madonna Lisa di Antonia - ontwaak:
'n diepe deernis én Die Glimlag
het stil-stil jou gesig versag
SY STAP OOR HEUWELS
(vir talita)
sy stap oor heuwels
die madeliefie-mooie
die kindmeisie meisiekind:
sal sy die roete terug kan vind?
sy pluk die geure
gesiggies en rankrosies
die kleintjie viooltjievrou:
sal sy die ruikerreuk onthou?
sy slaap in klowe
die sonskuwe sterretjie
die tere tjienkerientjee:
sal sy haar dagdrome ontvou?
Whisper
Ugonna Wachuku
All for: Farah Didi of Maldives!
This new day, there is
heaven's healing in your
heart for the lofty land.
The rainbow begins a trail
to you and to nature with
smiles and caring colours.
Winds glide.
Stars watch
through your
eyes on blue
clouds.
Shadows of the moon beam
depart for a journey to you.
Like birds of spring, you
walk through these flowers
to build new, loving dreams
on the moon's moving mild mind.
Winds glide from your blue,
smiling sea into nature and
my heart. New inspiration
blooms for this eagle soul.
And islands in the sea are
born anew for the people's
well-being and refreshing
wholeness.
Then, on distant islands
where drumbeats echo
hopeful rhythms, you
become a singing and
soulfully uplifting,
flower face. in the
emerging sun of your
land's early dawn.
Hope is born anew.
Life is enriched
with heavenly
bounties for the
journey ahead.
You whisper to the wind
and to me. You empower
dear dreams through hopeless
landscapes. You draw precious
patterns of the healing rainbow
on dark threatening clouds.
And there is
hope and
healing
for the
land
.
.
.
This new day, when the bountiful
rain meets you, you shall be headed
for home and love. There, whispering
winds, nightingales and whistling
pines shall tell you the story
of this healing love unchained
in everyone's heart and mine too.
On fertile farmlands of home
and today, eagles begin to come
home with the hope of hearing
your enriching story:
Just whisper.
Whisper to those
eagles. Whisper
to nature and to
me. And your
bountiful story
will be told.
Just whisper
and the land
will be born
anew with
heavenly
hope and
care in
bounties
of the
early
morning
beauty.
In your caring eyes,
this new day, there
is hope and healing for
the land. Just whisper
and the earth will hear
with heaven's caring
heart
in
you
!!!!
!!!
!!
!
!
!
.
.
.
^
^
_
Beautiful One
Ugonna Wachuku
When silent drums speak;
when silent hearts beat;
when silent birds sing'
I'll listen. I'll be there.
I'll listen because I am
on a journey through life.
I am on a journey through
green hills and valleys.
Through the dark, weary
night, dawn shall meet
me with caring embrace
and soothing smile.
I must walk on; towards
this land of hope and
new love amongst
humankind.
On this inspiring land,
I'll tell uplifting stories
of this journey from
my deep heart.
I'll tell you why the
tortoise has lines
on his hard back.
I'll tell you why
humankind must
love one another.
I'll tell you wonderful
stories for the survival
of humankind and our
enchanting earth
home.
I'll kiss you welcome
and take you to that
lofty land of my being
where dews from
heaven refresh my
day.
I'll make you sweet
smelling egusi soup.
You will love it.
And when you are
done, I know you'll
ask me: "Where is
the beautiful one?"
I'll gladly say to you:
Here is the
beautiful one
because you
are
the
b
e
a
u
t
i
f
u
l
o
n
e
!
Where are the Beautiful Ones?
Ugonna Wachuku
Nothing seems real.
Not even your face.
Not even your tears
and laughter.
Silent voices are
here.
Everything is
silent.
Everyone is
silent.
Even you.
Streams and waterfalls
are silent too.
Love is also silent
if you know what
I mean.
My heartbeat is
silent for the
first time.
Now, I must rise
and go to your
beckoning, silent
heart.
Drumbeats from deep
forests of home sound
no more because we are
all silent.
We have entered the
time of no return
in starring faces of
newly born souls.
Now is the time to
take up our mats
and search for love.
Let us head for
silent rivers and
streams.
Let us meet nature
in the day's
refreshing silence.
Let us stand
empty.
Naked.
In nothingness.
Let us bleed from
wounds by these
fragrant roses.
Let us search for
the beautiful ones.
Let us ask where
the beautiful ones
are.
?
?
?
Days are short.
nightfall must
not meet us
because there
will be no
moonbeams.
So, let us rise;
and in the silence
of our bountiful
hearts, search for
the beautiful ones
because we can.
(c) Ugonna Wachuku: 2000