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By
Chidiebere Osita Igbo
Theme of Golgothaism
Once
For a lacquered notes trumpeter
Your feet must walk in rhythm with the boundless.
Hold as the earth is
From a vessel of rust to a cell of gold.
Moundsward in shut passages
Of the subtle birth of the
Yellow rings.
Men
On crown a furrow
The cosmic dare counterpane
Light of the beginning awash
In a dark veil.
Gather now their crest
In a bowl of seeds
Run naked to the unblemished past
This
Call is all, ageless
Draw night’s bolt to the throne of grace
Crevice with skin dew;
Inlaid, all is droughty towel
Dearth of Sea before the inbirth
Crinkled leaves wait
As the road for the raining sun!
Walls of stars
Here no one speaks of the
Speakable in their night of
Secret chambers.
Firethroes
Ripeness to the stir of a token match
Death of the swollen ocean
Swaying in to preach,
Embrace shards in the holy crypt.
Whistle of green chaos
Winds on filled night
Armour emancipated
From mindscapes of fleshed dare
Roots the journey beyond
A thousand buried mirage
Shadows
Across selvedges of veils
Multitudes sing calculating
Cords from mouthpieces of the
Undying past.
Lean a light beyond the rings
Incense-skull
They all have their pledges
Obsidian
Prelude to reconcile spume-brush
Sunscapes mine in high crest tassel
Satanic cliff for the jasper
Now the past is a stalk in their grooves.
Melodic moon trains
Sieve thread-fingers
A pull to the cosmic cords
Moon grey before the coming besiege
Fall
Them now in a mineral ether-bowl
Flare-eyes in your groove need
Light for a clear vision.
Cascade on fern-wings
My closed brown laid antra of grimace
Sail over
Lay me to a no subsidence.
Flare
The upper carven of the heart
Then ears-coming, the past
Dissolve in their enamelled lips,
String-divining finger to beat
Echo rust from a fresh born-age
A moonlight pollen
Amber-place
In possessing and in clutching
Yokes of days discarding
Anguish of prostration
The muted vault of the chasm blue
Welkins
Stand on the horizon seam
Transparencies
Teach to bear the desires of the earth.
Pane of the world
When a line is filled
Lean closer for a new cosmic dare counterpane
Line of dust
Of the faceless cycle
Raise
To a watchtower
Fragments of intuition
Respites, ears
Echoing and echoing the rolling stone of web.
Multitudes
That hew to the walls of men
Preach to bless is to sore
To possess
A scarlet prospect of the spider-load heads head
Altar-knoll of one boat
Shall yield tides for the race
Offspring sitar string
Ride on twilight mane-sea swell
Oh
Indigo arrows
Vanish in incense-vessel
Of the resurrected past.
Eyes as the sky
The holy birth of a new tassel
Never stood one-legged in the second phase
Broken pines float
In tear voices Night tides.
Embraces none
Death of sun, yoke of petals.
Blood
When it is boiled
A rainbow flash it was,
But not for ascent.
Strewn
Links of earthbow shards
Milk broom-stick wraiths whistle
Earth-coming
Mite-drives linger over spawn flesh hive.
A blue-wind’s opal-sedge
Quiet-blades
Void dark bowel of the beginning
A no preclude to the stir
Of vermin.
Famine
On thirsty lips
To old crinkles of bare forest
Withered nerve line
Across many byways
Knoll and cracked woodwinds.
Multitudes’ cone stalks
Mooncup
My hands, a bristle for their epoch
Out in their grains
Minds awaken and spring for ether shades
Naked
And unchartered begins yet the flight on lamb waving;
Weeds
Clog their manes, sough of the footprints bygone.
Wings of Night orb
Riddle repletion to the peridot minds;
Ill-caves of their laws,
A regime unbidden,
Fire-bolt came and split them.
Dew milk suns rose
Their lances were as emerald
For earth’s own regenerate counterpane
Line through mangled passages and
Broken jasper earth
They sieve pollens of breath out of cactus.
Aso Rock
“Leadership is for strong, intellectual and Matured minds, not for strong, intellectual and matured men.”
Fossilized grey over abyss cactus, effervescence tide-swept shards of rainbow,
whirled malignant harmattan for the dew earth-towels ——– you Sir!——-
Phucomophones metamorphic as the sun crowns you for light of emerald,
To leaven visions of sapphire.
Tassel of pines plunge to incoming fibre,
Lingered possessions of your fissures and outcrops,
To ride in rhythmic saddle of cosmic steed
Must I to you roll out as the crusted carpet before you!
Silhouette in fold of your bare coarse skin. Mirage is all,
Secret passageways for self-nook, sift sand-dune forth of pollens of the azure ring,
Rock-fingers crack sunlight cone to void of a brown vessel;
past fingers as vultures praying for days decaying.
I know the scarlet on your sole
Relics the peregrination beyond earth’s core
To bear the antre of the boundless,
Overflow bank your own with ashes of earth!
Not the yellow beams that spring the vermin, but the soot
Of broken lamp. A millet of the millets in the barn of loot can
Replete multitude’s need. Skeined radiance of lapis lazuli for regeneration,
Yet crouching naked for yellow moon, faceless faces faces.
What shall I say?
The fall of earth
The endless meetings of Nightsteads
Embrace you and I!
Opal-flare stir germ at the market-place. Bolts to seam with whiteness
The crevice of skin and peridot are echoed in chasm. Feet that stamp in fir garden
Are clogged by the weeds of your outcrops ——- wind of light,
For drought of cell, for dearth of the moon ——-
Let none long for justice here:
Justice is the blight that blights
The harvest of their malversation,
Vast mites on fleshed dare ribbon!
Pluralism linger whirlsmoke, pluck fray forth from the seam, obsidian,
Crag we cannot clutch, scarlet fever of sick days, hearth-abyss,
Ramble in riddling vault of their woodwinds; THREE-LEAVES STALK
Arise subservience of feeble nerve of one
New earth tassel
Mane-bridge beyond peat raven
Wisp of dew fibre, ether cliff,
Mine jasper cavern!
Dew in subsidence after moonquake, mantle sward ran to bare of palm,
sun of the stubbed and mangled hills and valleys, but those days are resilient.
The root was dipped in earth wetness for rust
Rust is womb for twilight grains.
Rock of the amber age
Core crystal welkin rectrices
Move Naked with the tendril’s green agelessness
And this I saw – ripened for earth’s desired repletion!
Lips on broken side of rainbow rings raise not a chant for Saint of race indigo.
Thwacks of parings are not absorbed or echoed by rock-walls.
Heavy black rain on wings hovers fern-seed remains of a past unblemished bowl.
Rays of chaos awash skysedge
Oh I shall be free from your tyranny,
Free from your cosmic eyebrush that choke the earth
With her humble squirrels to silence, famishments!
Oh I shall be free from subjugation and anguish of your unbaptized night!
Blue feathered boat of the white cats! Then you must ladle with white ghost baptism.
Let earth transparencies be your lamp. Shun crooked image of the mind.
Sough of veil winds Circling ether, Cling now, o cling, cling
for their enamelled crest gathering.
Incense–paddle is sunbow cycle
For this foretaste of contortion for our offsprings
To bear dissolves. Sitar string. A seam for the broken earth,
Tongues in wetness flute hold the rites of the gods!
Cosmic tread of the kleptomaniac is spun on strand of ribs, lances on lines of withered black waters, dark spume prelude sunscape for ascent, rain-seam in shroud to bereave the relief for the despair in our minds, headlong rides in needle–tip and yoke by gloomy hansom of your egocentric laws; for this I saw you crumbling.
Chidiebere Osita Igbo
Chidiebere Osita Igbo is professionally an astronomer, physicist, mathematician and a profound philosopher, but his intellectual activity and keen interest in literature makes him an eminent poet, playwright and novelist. A Nigerian-born polymath who also, as a scriptwriter, founded a film company producing and acting his plays and others.
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