Community Poems
The Dream Patrol
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.
Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds, as spring arrives.
Everyone called Willie Winkie, 'Wee,' since most elves were notably bigger;
But, he was Director of Dreams, scattering joys of plum night, with vigor.
Violence was completely unheard of, inside their peace loving community,
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The Festival of African Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
The natives have
(since the seventh month peeped
through the lean crescent eye of the moon)
worn cloaks of festivities.
They dance the rites,
squelching proudly in mud and green pools
of water.
On their heads are smouldering fires of corns
And pears, and ingredients of a lush season.
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Silent Waters
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Silent waters are ripples not grimaced
Where the sea plants stand limp in peaceful
Accolades for the aquatic jungle, young and unexplored . . .
Torrents of troubled wasters flake their froths at roosting time
When infertile reeds disvirgin puerile and naïve banks of
Assailed brooks
Silent waters, fodder-narrowness race of gentle run,
Running cleverly in runout channels into the plains;
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Silhouette
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Pine figures melting into the night
Back among the walls of water —
Reflect through porous beams
Day, frazzled with labour-lust
Casting smitten shadows —BLACK—of muted torsos;
Image of the ray-mirror, framing
The shrubs and the fallen iroko along desolate
Paths of a recently pacified village.
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Rosemary's Wedding
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
This Sunday,
Before noon,
In my community church,
Wedding bells ringꓽ
Rosemary,
Daughter of our land,
Weds!
Grand invitations
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Silhouette
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Pine figures melting into the night
Back among the walls of water —
Reflect through porous beams
Day, frazzled with labour-lust
Casting smitten shadows —BLACK—of muted torsos;
Image of the ray-mirror, framing
The shrubs and the fallen iroko along desolate
Paths of a recently pacified village.
......
Silent Waters
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Silent waters are ripples not grimaced
Where the sea plants stand limp in peaceful
Accolades for the aquatic jungle, young and unexplored . . .
Torrents of troubled wasters flake their froths at roosting time
When infertile reeds disvirgin puerile and naïve banks of
Assailed brooks
Silent waters, fodder-narrowness race of gentle run,
Running cleverly in runout channels into the plains;
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The Dream Patrol
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.
Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds, as spring arrives.
Everyone called Willie Winkie, 'Wee,' since most elves were notably bigger;
But, he was Director of Dreams, scattering joys of plum night, with vigor.
Violence was completely unheard of, inside their peace loving community,
......
The Chronicler (Tribute To Udegbu)
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Woman, you must rise at dawn and light up
your oil lamp, for here comes the chronicler,
who must not meet you and your babe in weak light.
He comes with his big book, where the lines and verse
of the dead and the living carry with them
the lengths of vicissitudes.
He comes with the anointing oil, his quill feather pen
and the noble ink, and on his head flutters the
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Festival
by Ken Ripley
Festivals can be lots of fun,
Especially when they are new
And what is offered nicely run.
Games, exhibits, and parades
And music by the score, all
Compete with booths of food,
The kind you see in fairs in fall:
Funnel cakes and turkey legs abound.
Visitors are drawn to streets
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