living

Silence

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

There's grave silence

accross the earth seen. 

Hidden hearts preach in 

cities for growth, for

social justice, for

dying humankind's

well-being globally, 

for fertile farmlands

and humane harvest. 

Inequality blooms!

Silence! You don't 

count! 

 

Church bells are silently

ringing at the distance.

Temple bells are also 

ringing. And Mosque 

calls mingle with these 

ringing bells alive. 


I can hear the women
and men singing. I hear 

humankind singing: 
I can hear you from
Essertines. I can hear

you from Nigeria!

I can hear you from

Mexico! I can hear

you from these United

States of America!

I am 

human! 

I am

red

b

l

o

o

d

!

 

I can hear you from
the woods. I can hear 

you from this earth!

I am uncounted

human! 

 

I can hear your voice
from the other village.
Yet, you are so far
away. But I am still

human unloved! 

 

But with the clustered
brilliance of your waving
hair, you will come in
silence. 

 

At the warmth of the
evening sun, you will
smile in silence. I too
will watch in silence.  

 

Night shall come with
golden lamps to give
you hope and unforgotten
love with cherishment;
to give you the silence
of yearning hearts walking
the lush landscape of my
beckoning soul: 

 

That loving mutness in
sweet sad silence seen 

across our breathing 

blue earth!

 

There's grave silence

accross the earth seen. 

Hidden hearts preach in 

cities for growth, for

resilience, for soothing

social justice, for fresh 

farming and harvest, 

for dying humankind's

well-being, globally!

Inequality is King!

Skin colour brightly 

bars in hidden

hearts! 

 

Silence! 

Silence!  

Silence!

 

Yet, I can hear your

handsome hate from

the

w

o

u

n

d

e

d

w

o

o

d

s

 

The Eagle Soars Tonight

Ugonna Wachuku

 

Through green hills and

misty mountain sides,

dreamy dusk breaks in on me.  

 

Shadows of the moon-beam

gather around me for the

journey ahead. There is a

dance of souls and minds.

Tonight, the owl hoots

no more because I have

landed. The eagle is here.

 

On welcoming mountain tops

of home and beauty, I watch

these majestic name-sakes of

mine soar through blue skies

and caring clouds of heaven.

 

Breathless, I learn from them.

Enchanted, I watch their visionary

strength. I am calm. I am

overwhelmed. I am humbled.

I am inspired...

 

Tonight, I must start a journey

to new beginning. I must fly

stormy and peaceful skies through

life.

 

But then, I have learnt from

these name-sakes of mine. Like them,

I must soar tonight under moonlit

skies of home as I make my way

to new dawn on earthly clouds.

I will surely soar tonight.

 

Tomorrow awaits me with joy

at the landing field of love

and painful joy. These towering

mountains will not conquer me

because

I am Eagle;

and I will

indeed,

soar

tonight,

and

into

heaven's

new

dewy

dawn

and

a
l
w
a
y
s
!

 

The Eagle Soars Tonight: 


~ Critiques/Comments ~  



Valerie Jochum
vjochum@hotmail.com
So Majectic of a read Ugonna!  This line in particular, "Tonight, the
owl hoots no more because I have landed. The eagle is here."  Made me
think of the tiny caterpillar, how he one day just disappears into his
cocoon because he knows the time is now, for his emergence to become
the butterfly he was meant to be.  I truly enjoyed the whole piece.
Thank you.
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Rachelle Wiegand
poetess@mtco.com
After such a beautiful entry in comment to ane dition of the Top Ten,
Ihad to come and see the poetry behind the Poet... Beautiful,
inspirational words flowing like the Nile here...  Breathless, I learn
from them.  Enchanted, I watch their visionary  strength. I am calm. I
am  overwhelmed. I am humbled.  This is truly a beautiful write. I am
graced to have found your pages. Thank you for sharing here. Keep
writing and reading :)
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Mary Charest
charest67@aol.com
You write with the majesty of eagles.  I can see that you are a great
visionary.  I enjoy your work immensly. Mary
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Tim / manatee Marshall
bigone5gt9vc7@webtv.net
CARING CLOUDS OF HEAVEN UM UM UM A++++++++ L&P
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Patricia Jones
patriciajj@hotmail.com
I find myself drawn to the poems with eagle references. The splendor
of the eagle (your namesake for which you should be proud) simply
surges though this verse. You choose your adjectives wisely (caring
clouds), and skillfully control the flow of the poem so that it
captures the grace and nobility of the eagle and its message. You take
the beauty of God's creation and make it unforgettable.
http://poetrypen.com/wingsoflight
2002-11-15 11:14:50 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

My name Ugonna means Eagle of God or Eagle of the Father. Like my essence-sakes amongst God incredible creations, I am wonderfully made to soar and achieve with keen vision and strength. Indeed, I love my name so much because it creatively inspires my life in a very powerful but humble manner! There is an enriching beauty of the spirit within the depths of my creative soul. Welcome to my world of love, peace, tears, pain, inspiration and empowering creativity! 

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