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Onuoha Izuchukwu Poem
OF FRIENDS, BE CAREFUL.
So many have been destroyed by those they called friends with a free spirit and an open mind,
For he that would destroy you the fastest is he that is cherished by you and close to your side.
Around those we term foes, we're alert, but with friends, we tend to leave our vigilance behind,
And that could be so fatal, for not all around you have good intentions which their hearts hide.
Some friends are angels, but hard to find, that's why you need His help who knows how all are,
For an enemy-wolf could wear the wool of a mild sheep, disguising perfectly just to get to you.
In his evil-filled soul, he's seen that the distance of glory in destiny twixt you and him is very far,
And he'd do all to ruin you; beware then lest you be made to the day you took him in deeply rue.
Be wary of them you call friends; be not so lonely to the point of bringing all into your life's tent,
Sometimes, loneliness is better than being choked by men, for solitude reveals the way ahead.
But we can't be lonely always, we need those with whom we can the portals of our hearts rent,
Yet in choosing, be careful, for it is better to be amongst lions than to with an evil friend tread.
Be not suspicious, for in being suspicious, you'd foolishly the good and bad in a basket gather,
Be free minded yet savvy, for truly, good friends are, and there is a friend closer than a brother.
Copyright © Onuoha Izuchukwu | Year Posted 2024
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Onuoha Izuchukwu Poem
THE MAXIMS.
Who understands the patterns of life? It is even he who from speaking rashly restrains his lips,
That man will know peace, upon the earth shall he multiply his days and his years shall be long.
Trust men at your peril; for men are erratic; but The Maker, every promise He makes, He keeps,
The end of the fool's words is pain, but a wise man's words make the soul merry like a fine song.
Wrath is the ally of the simple, but the wits of the observant and silent, none would understand,
Without death, we will not value life; that is why death is our lot and the end of our lives' shape.
A high-minded wife is a curse, and the life of the slothful is not more worthy than dung in hand,
The quest for riches is deadly, and to spot the fool, look for him whose mouth is always agape.
In pain, there's glory, but pleasure births doom; whoever is made glad by pleasure will not last;
At dawn, sow; at twilight, be not a sluggard; for you do not know which shall bear a fruitful tree.
A simpleton is he who thinks his acts can be buried; for even Time's flight doesn't kill the past;
By one bad, many 'goods' are erased, and the one who's more careful than sorry shall live free.
Music is soul's lullaby, but dreams keep you awake; a man of dreams is never a lover of sleep;
Do what you want and how you please, but forget not that by that shall you win or bitterly weep.
Copyright © Onuoha Izuchukwu | Year Posted 2024
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Onuoha Izuchukwu Poem
DOUBT NOT THAT I LOVE YOU II.
Darling, I know that I can't be absolutely perfect; for as a mortal, I have depravities in me,
Which will always and constantly antagonize me in trying to be the best that I want to be.
But with all of my human shortcomings and flaws, my love for you is surer than the blue,
And even if you'd harbour some doubts; please darling, doubt not that I do really love you.
It might be somewhat difficult to make you assured; for assurance is not so easy to give;
For we mortals are not sure of anything else save the selfsame moment in which we live.
Yet, with all my inability to completely convince you, I know that my feelings are very true;
And never would I debar you from having doubts; but darling, doubt not that I do love you.
Day by day, with words that stem from the depth of my heart do I show you how I do feel;
For if love at all exists here below, I am totally sure that the one I have for you is very real.
To make you see how I cherish you, I'm bereft of ideas and I really don't know what to do,
Maybe that's why your heart stores some doubts; but please, doubt not that I do love you.
I will never stop to tell you in patience how that my heart longs for you to be my only one;
For if you were myself, you will definitely fall for you; for your type of beauty is rarely born.
I'd not get tired of telling you everyday till you are able to comprehend and see it through,
And though you have some doubts at this moment; please, doubt not that I truly love you.
You really are very beautiful, by the moon and stars above do I swear this and I do not lie,
I haven't met or seen anyone like you before; your beauty amuses me, it is new to my eye.
Princess, not for the gratification of all my lustful fiery desires do I your tender heart woo;
For I know you have such thoughts which breed doubts; please, doubt not that I love you.
I cherish the sight of you; every time I catch a glimpse of you, my joy is filled to the brim,
For everything about you appeals and speaks to me; you really are the angel in my dream.
I'd break all of my rigid walls just to gain your love and I am in for this even if it is a taboo;
Yet, while you think about it having some doubts; please darling, doubt not that I love you.
Copyright © Onuoha Izuchukwu | Year Posted 2024
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Onuoha Izuchukwu Poem
ONLY TIME.
Many things happen in this mysterious life and the greater part are things we'd not know,
Things shrouded in bleak mysteries that operate in obscurity but amongst men do show.
Trying to decipher these things is tantamount to trying to hold the wind which gives pain;
For every effort put in trying to decipher these encrypted things always proves to be vain.
Therefore, when you in all of your ruminations in trying to understand these things do fail,
Return to your point of peace, knowing that only time would gradually these things unveil.
Everything that happens in this realm of existence has a chosen season for it to be done;
For we exist not in a space of emptiness but are with overwhelming forces under the sun.
Nothing just happens; as a result, certain things play out which are all beyond our control,
And when we think of why they did happen and receive no answers, we're filled with dole.
The endless attempts in trying to unravel all these things make peacelessness your own;
Drop those things and push on with your life; for nothing will unveil them, only time alone.
Sometimes, it feels like the ground underneath you is so infertile, having no fruits to bear,
After all the energy you dissipated in tenacious tilling, and that fills the soul with despair.
Though your hope's fire burns, it's faint because of the unwanted state of things you see,
And though you don't want to give up, you weakly resign to the fate of "what'll be will be."
Consider then that just like it's been set that one year must end for another one to start,
In the same way, know that only time separates you and the things you want to be apart.
When you've tried and failed and are trying and failing, and it's like you're under the dust,
And you sit there in misery, regretting all about your existence and all your hopes are lost.
Life itself is so cruel; to the already devastated, it gives reasons to be hopeless the more,
And the ending stage of the feeling of emptiness would be worse than it was ever before.
Before you fly over that disheartening bar, take out some time to think about all of these,
And you'd find that only time is between your present unrest and the period of your ease.
Copyright © Onuoha Izuchukwu | Year Posted 2024
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Onuoha Izuchukwu Poem
MY MEMORIES OF YOU.
My memories of you would I cherish and never will I let go of all the times that we spent;
For now that you're no longer with me, I value your priceless worth more than I did before.
Though you're not by my side, yet, to all will I proclaim that you were an angel to me sent;
And the thoughts of you in me will not die; for even the stars tell me about you the more.
My memories of you will I never forget; for I've buried them beneath the crust of my soul,
Which is the home of all my cogitations and emotions and in there shall you forever stay.
You were the fire, I was the wind; but it happened that my force put out your fire in whole,
But I'd preserve the moments when you burned and I blew before heartbreak had its way.
My memories of you would I keep, I will paint them with the skies, so they will never fade,
Neither would anything change and alter the fact that I'd always love and appreciate you.
It's sad that you're not here; but to me, you're one of the most lovely that'd ever be made,
And nothing would ever make me deny the truth of you having affection so pure and true.
My memories of you would I cover with stars and hand them to Time to keep them green,
For you really did appeal to me in everyway; by the things you did and the words you said.
You're a blossoming tree in the garden of my mind, watered by my soul's spring so clean;
For you're always in my ruminations when I awake and when in sleep I lay my heavy head.
The memories of you shall I always take along with me: for I cannot forsake them behind;
For dumping them is like forsaking my breath and how'd I do that and still continue to be?
To forget you, I must leave this veil to the other realm where love is so impossible to find;
Therefore, I will take the thoughts of you along; for in them, your fair face do I always see.
My memories of you would I watch over, constantly ridding them of every dent and stain,
I'd have put you over angels, but He covers that space: for your love was purer than wool.
I never deserved you; and that's a thought that'd keep ringing in my head again and again;
Hence, I immortalize you in my best thoughts though I had you once, but I played the fool.
Copyright © Onuoha Izuchukwu | Year Posted 2024
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