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Revival
By Michael Nwabuzor
Be kind to me in this season of rebirth,
Be mild, soft and subtle as you savor
The essence of the times.
It’s about breaking through the web
That nestles the frigidity of cold weather
and rattles us to submission.
Be as gentle as a dove in our renewed quest
For drive and inspiration, as we bloom
In the plenitude of the season
To live, learn new ways
With the vigor of the ox
But the tenacity of the Lion
This revival shall speak for it-self
As we trudge along to explore,
Build blocks of strength
Leadership and trust.
Poems
Above the Din
By Michael Nwabuzor
We wailed and yelled to hit the rooftops,
Distilling a message, that rang loud and clear.
The rage in the flow, the flow in the rage
Spew out like hot larvae on cold, hard soil
Snuffing out every breath of life
That claimed habitation on this rocky enclave.
Can we be apostles of chastity?
Picking up our mopsticks
In deep denial of our chopsticks
To clean the grime in the Augean stable
Let us not be fooled by a warm embrace
Or be bawled over by a toothy grin.
It would only be moments of consolation
for the green and the naïve.
We shall commune in high spirits
Staking out a claim above self
To serve and improve humanity
With speed and skill
We’ll rise above the din.
Into The Unknown
So cool,so Unobtrusive.
Yet so distinct and unmistakeable.
A lull in the flow of the breeze.
A welcome interruption to the happy chirping of the
birds.
For a moment,nature stood still.
In acknowledgement of elegance,poise and cha-
risma.
Of intelligence and savvy;untainted.
Dulled instincts awaken.
Carefully gathering focus , momentum building.
Right into a reality.
Hitherto,defiant of all intrusions.
Behold,with Bated Breath,egos laid to rest,defences
tumbling.
Excitement indefinable,yet,so exhilarating.
A discovery,and then a Pause....
Gravity gravitating into proportions yet untravailed!
By Michael Nwabuzor
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