Meditation Poems
Pilgrimage
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I sit, this morn, on the bed of
A dried-up rivulet,
Head-bent and full of compunction.
It’s clam-quiet except for the impatient
Squawks above which prompt my heartbeat.
I raise my head, heavy with grief.
Climbers and weevils align in a silent choir,
Singing with precision the lines of a forgotten
Mirth.
It’s 5 o’clock in the morning — a time when
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I Loved The Love - Alexis Karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
I loved the love and i still love of it,
because it's a light break in endless darkness,
the lake that awaits you on the desert,
the rose that cannot wither,
the warm nest of birds.
Love, between hello and goodbye
we never are alone.
Thoughts
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Thoughts are impediments
Grown by the sea, with the tide meandering
For such growth under the sun.
Such are the words of a crackpot,
Dejected and seasick, yet among dry woods,
Heads are bowed in thoughts.
Thoughts are primitive.
The seething wavelength caresses the void.
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The Coronation of Autumn
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Autumn was next witnessed
Through the eyes of a coquettish October,
The somnolent month that spreads fast its
Mat of diffused pleasure.
And should there be a tendril pulse,
Let it hammer the flesh of youth, who
Witnessed through the eye of a dream
The hasty coronation of Autumn —
The crowning of promises belching
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Silence
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Silence faces the contours of a
somnolent east when winds from a
rising slope say their prayers in muffled
voices, through the raucous sounds of
rolling autumnal leaves, painted red and
orange by God’s apprentices here on this
fragile, rambunctious earth that pines away
when silence pulls its cloak up and yawns.
Magnolia
by T. Caddy
Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
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I Wonder~
by Besa Dede
Monotony of days this life is.
I am always in awe from it.
Will it ever be worth anything?
Would it ever change a little bit? ...
Towards the Core of Silence
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Away from pesky leeches and from
Broken, sad walls,
I strive towards the centre.
Voices are hidden from fallen, spavined horses,
And echoes draped in robes of
Mutiny fly past.
The centre retains the pith of silence.
Heart-murmurs celebrate the only known
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Eyes of the Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In the face of an early morning drizzle,
On a fireside earth-throne,
I sit and summon thoughts.
The firewood, red with the suppressed anger of
Smouldering fire,
Crackles constantly
Amid the paying of wages of serenity.
Thoughts and fascination cringe
My breath now pulsated by the throbs of wanton
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The Three of Us
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In the lonely stead, there were just the three of us:
I, me, mine
And one other who matters as little as a cuss
Taped upon pine.
