Akachukwu Lekwauwa Poems

If I wait by the well of water,
Then I could stand till the end of time.
For we are passed the age
When maidens go out at evening time to draw water,
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With my poem,
I will use the sound and rhythm of words.

With my song,
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Aye! Dad, what stuff are you made of?
Are you silver-plated?
The image is still shiny.
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My poetry armory has been tampered with.
Poem is set to go off.

She has pulled the strings in my heart.
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Bitter cold on one side,
The joy on the other kept blood
From freezing in our veins.
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When I smile, it's all for you.
The laugh that I laugh,
The cry that I cry;
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This shadow, my dwelling place,
Shapes and equips me
As a sword in its scabbard,
An arrow in the quiver;
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you saw a sheep in the field,
she was grazing and
you loved the sight,
you were told she is a herbivore,
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Were today not my birthday,
It would've been a bad day;
The good of it, nobody should bar me
Glorious summer in Washington,
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Like a deer listening to the wind,
The waiting have struck me still,
Your cry alone will do the magic.
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