Asa Nkem:
My Eternal Enchantress
Eternally Versified

An Anthology of my Soul's Fire; Poetry Mused by
Angela Nnenne Onuora nee Okafor

2024

2024September 8thAsambido: New Season, Renewed Beginnings(aka 47 & 17)Invocation: “See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:19 NIV-I-
Asadioramma:
Remember the time
When we bonded in Soul Lounge.
As we fell recklessly, into sapiosexual abandon.And then, I bought it,
Fully caught; the hook, line, and sinker
And raised toast, in a chalice
Love-seasoned, never poisoned.-II-
Asabusomma:
Remember the forge
When we clashed, in open dalliance.
As iron sharpeneth iron, with ordained precision.And then, I sought it,
Like The Word; double-edged and all
And claimed a blessing
Foretold; a decade and seven afore.-III-
Asakwesirieze:
Remember The Crown
When he told him about The Job.
As perception ravaged Philip’s thoughts.And then, I also got it,
The titles, the hailing - Odogwu!
Or even the “...liege man - of life and limb…” oath.
Are NOT The Job.-IV-
Asakwesiriobim:
Though the full-stop tarried,
We ran on, laden with enchantment.
Like a sentence brimming with import.And so, I dare to rephrase it,
“You are the job,
You are the essence of my duty.
Loving you, protecting you, is its epitome.”-V-
Asanjedebe:
I set aside childish ways
Breathed in; deep in maturation
Your love, embossed on my heart, eternally.I continue rehashing:
“Doing this for you, there may be
No greater act of devotion;
Or service, or love, or of adoration.”-VI-
Asachikweremnkwa:
I can see so clearly, like Cliff
I’m singing praises to all and sundry
Now face to face with Way, Truth, and Life.Understanding fully, dancing in elation.
Happy four decades and seven on earth!
Happy one decade and seven, in nuptials!
Here’s to very many more, in our divine union!-------------------------------------------------February 14thOde to Val Nwantịntị: Love Ruo Mgbe Ebighị Ebi- I -
Asa eji ama atụ
“…Mbelede ka eji ama dike
Ma na asa m ka eji ama atụ ikenga…”Asa Nkem: In this circus of sordid circumstances
Life bequeaths us a retinue of challenges, unfurls
Myriad lineages, spawned from our eternal dalliances
Our faith reborn, forged from fire; shared memories of forever valentines- II -
Asa kwesịrị ọnọdụ
“...E lewe ukwu egbue ewu
Ma na asa m kwesịrị ọnọdụ na efi narị itoolu…”Asa Nkem: Roaring echoes of belittled chances
Unplucking Cupid’s bow, divine bowstring, unstrung
By sticky fingers, stealing time destined for cadences
Of strumming tunes, restored to hum; feted rhapsodies of evolving valentines- III -
Asa ịjele nwanyị
“...Adị ekpuchi anwụrụ ọkụ
Ma na asa m, ịjele nwanyị ọma, ji m n’ọlụ…”Asa Nkem: Look how far we came from pittances
Undivined futures yawned before us, unsung
Pitfalls were bonanzas - not Ponderosa’s chronicles!
But droves, hare-brained fantasies; outpaced by slow and steady valentines- IV -
Asa n’asọ ndụ
“…Aka aja aja n’ebute ọnụ mmanụ mmanụ
Ma na asa m n’asọ ndụ m karịa mmanụ aṅụ…”Asa Nkem: Fate lines outrun sandglass, shifting destinies
Yearning beyond palmar creases, sifting primal arcs, upsurge
Of parallel souls fused, to fluxing diegeses, in series
Streamlined by time’s diode, our rubicon; you’re an ode to unicorn valentines…Always Angela, Asa Nkem; now, before, forever, and ever after…-------------------------------------------------January 4thOn our Sexdecennial: A Sapphire WaltzAsamduteluwa!
Before I was, we were
Dancing eternally around the sun…- I -
I know the future
Because of your love,
What will be and what’s to come.
Surely, as my present aspires to transform
I’m prescient, even-keeled, even on stormy eves
Like a petrel, water walking, I cleave to love’s whirlwinds.- II -
I know the depths
Because of your passion,
What is true and what becomes.
Intimately, as my enchantress gently taunts
I’m infinite, forever young, bonding on jaunty strolls
Like a pauper, Twainian impostor, I’m dazed by regal flair.- III -
I know the essence
Because of your light,
What is desired and what’s the sum.
In totality, life experienced in magical séances
I’m enthralled, deeply submerged, enraptured realities
Like a piper, serenading, in pied robes; I’m your spellbound vassal.- IV -
I know the truth
Because of your heart,
What is tested and what is tried.
Renewing vows, never quenching soul’s fire
I’m eternal, believing; owing debts I can’t ever repay
Like a beggar, horse riding to pleasure in your Elysian fields.Asamjibiauwa!
Before you were, we are
Over and over and over again…Copyright © C. Uche Onuora 2024_____________________________

2023February 14thAnother Val’s Day: Asa Eji Eje AghaTo: Angie Babes,Tarry a while, sweet fire lover
Ten and five gyres of scenic ganders
Joined at the hip, together, soul’s soldered
As moth drawn to my flame’s immortal smoulderCarry a jibe, sweet fire lover
Twin hearts, one beat, dear passionista
Entwined, one grip, unshaken, fates shouldered
As songs swan in step, brimming throats unholsteredParry their lies, sweet fire lover
Sore obsessive losers gripe and hover
Flapping spurned lips, wishing for horses
As chicanery stillborn, yields beggarly ridersMarry your vibe, sweet fire lover
Moot hopes rebirth with boundless hunger
Dulcet notes skip, along tympanic courses
As poignant memories evoke sky-soaring glidersNary a jive, forever fire lover
Truer words, never spoken, never felt, ever
My soul’s fire - lustres, brilliant, in colours, living
As always, pudding’s proof, truly, is in the eatingAnd dear brethren, this
I dare and do declare, is bliss
After feasting and drinking, in sync
Me, my Everyday Valentine, forever vibing, in peaceFrom: 'Capone 9T5-------------------------------------------------September 8thTwo Score and a Half Dozen: Asa m ji bia uwaAka Angela Izukanmananneji Obianuju Okafor (Onuora)’s 46th BorndayIn medias res:-I-
2 score and a half dozen
Yarns, spun on destiny’s sprightly tapestry
Twin gazes churn, locked in whirl of festering gales
On verge, of regales, to spin a life, unfurled, a bond
In revolutions around an orb…-II-
2 score plus a half dozen
Diadem, pulses; desires, impulsively
Wrapped up in shared blazes, gazes, eye heat.
Stirred passion regained, runs, along, not too long
Absolutions surround our prodigal years…-III-
2 score and a half dozen
Ethereal adorns, beauty, wraps unwraps
Astounds, sun rises, abounds, on echo of her gleam.
A smile bestowed, again a passion shimmers, runs, deep
Evolutions and truths abound on her sojourner’s walk…-IV-
2 score plus a half dozen
Her hand in mine, firm clasps unclasp, heads cocked
Basks, in awe of fantasy unlived, and lived, then re-lived
With Asa m ji bia uwa, forever, in a muttered prayer
Ablutions performed to a bossa nova medley…Postscribere:
I wish you a forever and ever phenomenal day
For an extraordinary enchantress, Asa Nkem, I bid you, hail!
Shaesar!!!
Who must be obeyed, eternally, I greet your great bornday! Hail!Copyright C. Uche Onuora 2023 ©_____________________________

2022September 8th45 SBB - Asa Na Eti-Eti: Homage to My Eternal EnchantressFour five, but not that G.O.A.T
Still, badder on and off court than Jordan or ManigaultToday, we are wittingly gathered to celebrate an exceptional virgo.
An amazon, who emerged remarkably, four decades and five years ago
Indeed, a momentous portent signaled a great day in Obalende
For the ages; on 8th September 1977 - which was a Thursday.Four five, but not that Salute
Still, finer vintage than a blinged-out Chivas RegalShe would have been Yawo if she had been born in southern Ghana
And Lamisi in northern Ghana; but I know she’d have loved Abena (sing: King Promise)
Among Ndi Igbo, she is Mgbafo, a girl born on the market day, Afor
Nevertheless, she emerged, Angela Izukanmananneji Obianuju Okafor.…that’s right, her full Government name, laced with import and promise…To begin, Angela, a name with Greek and Latin roots
Derives fittingly from the Greek word Angelos
An angel, a messenger, dispatched to bring forth truths
Izu - knowledge, wisdom, and counsel - is best amongst siblings; fine girl from Lagos.Four five, but not that Colt
Still, stopping hearts with more caliber than PeacemakerI paraphrase confidently, because Maya said it best, Angelou that is;
“...It’s in the reach of her arms,
The span of her hips,
The stride of her step,
The curl of her lips.
She’s a woman Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman, That’s her…”, Angela that is.Angela, that’s it!And she glows; Obianuju (sing: love gi dikwa egwu), she arrives nay thrives, abundance grows
Her last name, named for her grandfather - Okafor; born also on Afor
She bestrides a meteor blazing across this mortal coil, she ebbs and flows
Amidst the havoc, in spite of it, perhaps, because of it, Angela Okafor, iconic!Four five, but not that Revolt
Still, fiercer passion than Stuart that Old PretenderBeauty epitomized; elegance and intelligence intertwined, her aura shines
Against all odds, Nnenne, enchanting with confidence, brimming with regal charm
She remains legendary; from Victory Home School, to Federal Enugu, to Great Ife and beyond
A queen through and through, those who know, know, formidable and resplendent.Four five, but not Cut-throat
Still, more enchanting than card games for Trick-takersShe is pure soul, fierce yet kind, and beneath the stoic veneer, an Empath smolders
Now Angela Nnenne Onuora, nee Okafor; by way of Awka, Lagos, and lately, Nawfia (shout: iseee)Four five, but not denier of people’s votes
Still, more steely than that stone-cold grifterSo now, we all gather to affirm, on this auspicious day in September
To embrace and confirm, glorious enchantment of World Angela Day,
What Angela Nnenne Onuora, nee Okafor, now of Kitchener-Waterloo Canada
Means to us all today…© 2022 C. Uche Onuora_____________________________

_____________________________2021September 8th44, but not ObamaHail to the Chief, my eternal almighty controller!-I-
Yet another morning,
Soaring beams burst forth
With expectations, recalling
Memories, eating, praying, loving
A dawning of enchantment
Clenched tight in celebrant’s palm
A psalm, 2 fours, but not Obama-II-
Yet another creation day,
Echoes of endless delights
Yielded sighs, bright tidings, ride over
Yawning canyons, roughshod on cynics
A cavernous spawning, grandly resplendent,
Applauding audacity of ravenous dreams
A sign, pair of fours, but not Obama-III-
Yet another celebration
Heralds sing, calling afar
On a golden clarion, serenading
Dulcet notes, gliding bewitchingly
Fingers strumming melodies, cascading
Down gyrating hips and slanting torsos
A song, for double quartets, but not Obama-IV-
Yet another reckoning
Smokey plume beckons for
Frothing potions, sublime desires
Spring forth, unleashed passions
Sashaying to turgid rhythms, makossa
Combines with oyolima, to birth a medley
Asa nkem, is four four, but not Obama© 2021 C. Uche Onuora_____________________________

2018February 14thMorning Yet on Valentine’s DayAsa-na-akpotu-akpotu…Before sun sets on Valentine’s reign
Penned missive unfurls from soul’s confluence
Frothy arteries converge with throbbing veins
Passion cloaks and dagger eyes, anxieties rise in affluenceMy Valentine song, flies solo – a swan, sans bevy
Swooning, fighting peristalsis flight of day to night
As Dylan urged, raging at light’s curtain call
Leitmotif whispers, against “…that good night”A sultry smile, sly to touch, shimmers in heat
Feeds an ebb and a flow; a plunge parts waves to hepta-bliss
One step removed, a pace too far, perhaps…
Deep breaths may yet abridge on Valentine’s brimBefore sun sets on a lovers’ sprawl
Inbetwixt enthralled drawls, gasped moan releases
Inhibition’s ado, much about nothing after all
Tragedy’s chains, melt in haze of euripidean gazeBefore sun sets on Valentine’s mane
Its roar of roars, calls forth a dawning of sight
Beckoning dusk, reckons not with yeast renewed
Each year’s happy hereafter, rises past a “…dying of the light”-------------------------------------------------September 8thTwo HeartsAsa Nkem: evoking then, now, and forever…Two, hearts, fuse amidst sweat puddles
Idling, pounding, seething with voracious cravings
For each other’s ambience, to forge one final dallianceOne lance and one prance, mates in askew stances
Side eye glances speak truths, reveal deep desirable thoughts
Of each other’s unhinged fantasies, sublimeGlorious impasse, as ascent flips, in tempo to descent’s flop
Un poquito; hum of consorting séances, winged aspirations contort
Exalt, rise to meet staccato perspiration on sated browsWaltzing tune of burlesque laughter on
Sultry jaunts across roiling savannahs, to boundaries
Beyond limits that seek comfort of familiar chancesTwo hearts, tail-spinning throes of multitude touches
Sparking glistening surfaces tingle; pledges renounce
Past mundane romances, pretending bits and piecesNow fury of contest recedes, thrill quest yields
Still yet, two hearts conjure desires, shield homage to
Deepest heartfelt sparks – a love well worn, yet love is never lostCopyright © 2018 C. Uche Onuora_____________________________

2017January 4thAsa’s Diadem: A Solemnization MilestoneAn episodic tango of soul and mateGlances: as fecund passions brace
To relish twirls of racing thoughts
Down musing lanes, notches as totems
Love tokens; recall sensual potions
Gifts of verbal nectar aloft, delightful
Swirling grit, shields passion’s crucibleCaresses: when love finds rest
In confines of eager bosom and cagey chest
Fate conspires with time to extend trysts
In gyre of cautious conclaves, souls confide
Then hearts collide, ebbing and flowing
Over mounds overrun by kneaded overturesEmbraces: in verdant linen pastures
Overflowing desires blossom fully
Enraptured exchanges presage fealty
Souls combine, in sultry supplications
Captivated senses yield to Ovidian seasons
Declaring molasses pledges from divan rostrumChallenges: as bespoke armours unclasp
Discarded for extended acts of concise words
Replaying medley of amorous crescendos
Magical thrusts burrow deep, snugly submerged
Prayers and wishes meld, in fusing amalgam
Ululations rise steeply, wafting atop staccato breathsRelishes: we love, we lust, for lives unlived
For memories unsung, we reprise belief
Lifelong recurrence, as each day renews
We relive our love, enclosed in eternal relief
Time bends to our will and burns with our fire
Regrets wilt apace with our forevermore dance-------------------------------------------------February 14thOde to Love’s RedemptionFor my everyday non-stop never-quitter always-forever lover, on yet another Valentine’s Day together…Asamjibili,We were lovers in my mind
Muted before, clarion-ed in nostalgia…Our love; reawakened in lust’s luscious canoodling
Lost in steamy dreams of enraptured dalliances
Deluge of donkeys and hounds and proselytizing stances
A prolonged reconnection presaged our coming of ageWe appraised from afar, then locked in fervid contests
Passions sown deep, in tilled soil, of stilled breaths
Released in sequence to unraveling façades
As quartet of lullabies strummed along misty pathwaysWe laughed and loathed in love’s cradle
Parted then joined in cyclical eruptions
Thin lines carved niches of doubt in tin hearts
Impatient heels, thrice-clicked, reset unstrung lyricsDon’t it always seem to go…
“Joni Mitchell never lies…”Sautéd realities run, past vagrants with equestrian dreams
Hopes deferred to dull swaying of moral corpuscles
Luxury absconds to unveil truth’s unflinching retinue
Barren canoe rides through storm-fest of confessionsSteadfast pledges, yield to pliable conveniences
Strangled echoes chime in recession of love’s fidelity
Songs of passion ring in hollowed-out chambers
Heralds of yore, cede glow of solemn emeraldsYet love digs deeper into passion’s intransigence
Rising with swollen tides uncovered by time’s voyages
Decadent love matures into decades-long threshold
Our passionate tensile proves its mettle for the agesWe were always lovers in mind
Detained before, ransomed now and hereafter…-------------------------------------------------April 2ndSung Proudly (B.I.E.F.H)I knew when
Timid beats murmured in hearts
Swollen from trysts with stolen glances
Met and held, with sultry-eyed stares
Gazes caress, apace to insatiable encoresI knew when
3am bathroom break debates
Led down surreal windy lanes
Rife with Hellenic mythologies; littered
With enchanted tunes, in a pod of desireI knew when
Idle mindless cares
Yielded to fiery passions
Lit by sparks of embellished jaunts
Reincarnated; as nubile contests, humI knew when
Ex-commitments frittered
Away, from knotted fate-lines, as
Wanders lusted afar, with lore of what
Our ever after forever story could beI knew when
My heart betrothed duty
But skirted final soul dance
Sashaying instead to old flame
Watershed of life, relishing un-regretI knew when
My love could live, not
One more moment, desolate
Wondering, twirling, prodding
Plodding through inane obstaclesI knew when
To find you; pride wallowed
Down in my bowels, my heart – unreal
Bid me to find you – Queen Enchantress
Proudly, co-sign; the best I.E.F.H, for real...-------------------------------------------------September 8thPassion’s Penumbra: Decades as Ripples in TimeAn Ode to my wife Angela Nnenne (Okafor) OnuoraIn the beginning, I was struck by the thunderbolt. Two decades and seven years ago, my eyes beheld my soul’s fated mate, and my heart actually stopped. I haven’t shaken its impact ever since. I was young then, and so it was impossible for me to understand what had happened, until I learned about Apollonia Vitelli. To be fair, years passed, and I was a grown man before this revelation sunk in to an appreciative Eureka. For having spent much of my childhood, youth, and especially my juvenile delinquency, rummaging through my father’s library, with fleeting TV/VCR time, I was considerably late to that cinematic masterpiece. But I digress.Indeed, my mind jousted with my heart in an extended agitated contest. Consternation fed the perspiration that crowned my brow’s furrows, as I burrowed deeper into enchantment. For this is what I presumed the world of Aesop would have been, as a lived experience. Each time I ran into my paragon it was an out of body experience; the thunderbolt struck, my heart flip-flopped, and my head swooned. Yet my voice was reluctant to speak what it knew to be true to my heart. It was a Sisyphean burden, painstakingly arduous in its persistence. Building up the courage, the impertinence, the wit, the talking points, only to fall short at the moment of truth.My lost words and garbled thoughts were only assuaged momentarily by stolen glances. And yet, she always met and held my gaze, across all those six classrooms. Never for once flinching or frowning or unfeeling or retreating. Always warm, demure, and welcoming. This visual sparring with an apparition, undergirded by enthralling passion, was my daily elixir to soothe the queasy pandemonium of adolescent uncertainty. Still yet, I failed to engage. My remorse was and still is a burden; as my reticence to commit, even in the face of avid reciprocity, was fed by my trepidation about a feeling of inadequacy. For how could I know for sure that this dream was or could be real?I mean, I was introspective, a curious savant. What interest of mine could sustain this enigma of captivation? Fearfully and wonderfully crafted in divinity’s eternal perfection. I read Time Magazine and pored over countless novels (and when those ran out) 70’s era Reader’s Digests – discussed CFCs and the Ozone Layer’s depletion before I ever played a video game. I gorged on historical, social, economic, cultural, and political affairs, before I could ride a bike. I relentlessly explored limits, intellectual and otherwise. What did I have to offer this goddess of enchantment? Thus, I inhabited fate’s crematorium. You know, the place where adolescent-boy-dreams die a thousand deaths.For in my mind at least, our fused souls would bob and weave through time, if not now, then eventually. My sanity depended on this certitude. This belief in the inevitability of the spiritual, emotional, and physical manifestation of our passionate concord, gave me fleeting solace. Within the confines of my warping reality, even if she was unaware of how I really felt or irrespective of my tardiness to our reciprocal waltz. My fate was eternally sealed in a synchronized redemption quest, to unearth heady seeds deeply sown, from staring and yearning. And even if I never hatched audible words, to give life to the egging of the seediest desires of my loins or gallant platitudes of my heart, I found meaning in my suffering.As they say, you snooze, you lose; perhaps for a season. But then again, maybe not. Sometimes, I wonder if what-ifs are deferred for a season, if pasts diverge for a reason, paused to relish life’s garnishing; only to seek out fiery resumptions in the wake of seasoned futures. For is it not in the glint of the sun that the effort of nurturing and reaping gems – even those suffused in long fallowing desires, find resplendence and purpose? You see, my heart beat long, far too long, in an unnerving and unrelenting crescendo of solitude. A radiating emotional pulsar overwhelmed me, whenever her name or smile came to mind. In the women that I subsequently beheld as beautiful or desirable, I always saw her face.In the due course, pseudo-survival mode kicked in. I strayed beyond the boundaries of what my soul’s passion needed. Searching in vain for a reciprocal heart that beat with a perfectly aligned staccato of fierceness. My heart had such a mind of its own that in the ultimate moment of intimacy, a faux-pas about the epitome of what she represented, almost ruined a chance at rebirth. In those wilderness years, as my soul pined endlessly in effigy, seeking consummation with her avatar from thousand miles away, I found redemption in the mad surreal certainty of fate. Alas, a bounty, nearly two decades in the making, came due. My consciousness and the application of my love met, and rekindled a dalliance.Steeled faiths can move stilled fates. The forlorn interregnum taught me that tarrying a while to learn life’s hard lessons, did make the odds better and the possibilities endless. Sans regrets, life IS the best teacher. And so all grown up and self-assured, schooled in the arts of life and love and work and play; it was time for the blossoming of the forgotten seasons. She knew instinctively when I called. She knew that voice; but that smile, that coy man, was a shy guy no longer. Boy was a mighty good man now. And she, all woman, phenomenally so, beheld it; and it was good. I knew, scant a doubt, just like I knew a decade and seven years earlier, we would be together till death us did part. And even then, eternity is us.At this milestone, as I bask in the rehash of our fairy tale come to life, and contemplate the watershed of an epoch, I side-step matters no longer. As I comprehend the root of our eternal dalliance, I know that the seeds of our love, our fierce passion, our soul’s fire, were sown one at a time, over the course and since the beginning of time. The Creator, He willed us to search for and find each other. The seven hills, seven valleys, seven forests, and seven oceans; not even the machinations of pretenders or impostors, could keep us apart. Now, I wonder no longer if love delayed could ever be denied. I wonder no longer if taking you home, to meet our ever after, and live it happily to the fullest, was ever a question.Solitude was a bitch, believe me. And sometimes, like Nas said, life is too. But now, even if I die today or tomorrow, I know for sure that the content of contentment is king. This is the crux of the matter for me. I am content. Indeed, finding her has been good to me. I celebrate an Amazonian enchantress, for who she was, is, and will continue to be. For what she was, means, and is to me and our children. Unapologetic about her uniqueness, unrelenting with her passion, unforgettable in her determination, unobtrusive about her gifts, unforgiving with her love, and unrestrained in her compassion. This woman – Asa Alobam, Asanaetieti, Asamjibili, Asanaechumula, Asakpomkwem; is only just getting started.Happy 40th Birthday? Happy 10th Wedding Anniversary? We were fated to extend a committed dalliance across the span of centuries. We are fated to radiate our soul’s passion until the ends of time. Four decades, one decade; these are snapshots or at best, echoes of eternity. Our love was crafted in a crucible of divine introspection, for a purpose worthy of our genuflection. Your path to glory was written before our consciousness could have consummated our commitment. I needed you to find myself, as did you, scars and all. Just as Our Lord the Nazarene prefaced most of what He said; verily I say unto you, our love, your life, our offspring, our mission on earth? It is written in the Book of Life, even if after death…Yours then, now, and always,Big TLD© Copyright 2017 C. Uche Onuora_____________________________

2016February 14thRenewed Beginnings: Asa’s RepriseTo my eternal Passionista – Angela Onuora – for soul-mating rekindling passions, on our ninth Valentine’s Day...Hearts beat – irregular, then strum
Stringing marooned melodies that bind
Bonds fasten fates to time, as chance strolls by.
Un-healing old wounds, deep cuts in broken soul
Blind drummer slumbers on, as mind’s eye bleeds.Tears cycle, rising and falling tides. As truth
Showers upon upturned faces – upon unstrung paces.
High-strung vocals hum, heart cage tightens apace
Breaths falter, spine stiffens, glare withers – on a vine?
Spry pride braces, truth waves crash upon soul’s shoreline.Hindsight exhumed – absconds, done deeds undone
Steeled upheavals, unravel, in brace of reality vortices
Imprisoned in crevices – far flung. Eager fingers itch
To unlock burdened brow, caress unspoken fears and
Furrowed brows. Digging to unearth burrowed thoughts.Raw hurt mined by biting truths, nails whittled
To cuticles; memories refined, futures defined by
Heartening cries, fading dirge of stolen innocence.
Old choices, two-stepped misdeeds grate on anxieties
Grievances ebb, regrets egress, in wake of woken reticence.Stomachs churn – driving gyre of rankled feelings
Retch of sunken bile, veiled before, now with liberties.
Stirred echoes of bunkered horrors, murky waters ripple
Terror bestrides – riled colossus astride aquatic steed.
Torrid vanguard in ambuscade of cascading recollections.Retinue of roused pain-eaters, hearken to muted clarion
Bared souls, raked clean – flax upon mowed meadows
Spurned yarns spin fresh linen. Old roots retract.
Haunting past, hunted by horde of truths’ safari
Roots – new in aired crevices – blossom, buoying new beginningsClarion sounds afresh, gorged pain-eaters feast, ease regrets
Souls mating – replenishing passions – yet, on Aquarian tail-end…-------------------------------------------------September 8thSoul Fete, Soul Fate39 from…
Regal naissance, molded to form on born-day
Eminence fated, esteemed jewels feted and set in crownInnocence beset, assailed by adverse outriders
Distressed damsel resets; valiance surmounts all odds26 gone…
First-sight jolt; lost in thunderbolts of love’s provenance
Hazy maze of pubescent dissonance, restraining next stepsParamour-ed eddies recede; heady ardor secedes
Pretenders sprout; spouting reverences in abeyances11 young…
Forlorn fallibilities flounder; becloud obscured sensibilities
Poignant penitence percolates, ponders perspiring lachrymalsFurloughed dipoles yearn; attraction girds resurgent senses
Hopeful steps prep; retrace missteps to bypassed providence9 on…
Sweet embraces and lip-locks, outlive amorphous dalliance
Failings deposed, lock-stepped promises meet rising occasionsMolten passion courses, swarms in dilated veins
Firestorms surge to roughshod rides on puissant qualmsStymied, enraptured, breath swept by heaving desires
Hearts’ keen echoes, rhapsodic episodes entwining infinitelyEternally strong…
Senses moisten; savor aromas of underworn swaddles
Memories lingering on, replays of divined melodic cadencesOver and under, into and out of, animation is surreal
– in nooks and crannies, poco a poco
Palms sweat on torsos re-formed, amorous thoughts re-hatched
– with twists and turns, con variazioni con veloceRedressed distress, unfurls unlived undulations
Unfinished love, cyclically requited, enlivens ripened romancesHappy Birthday Asamjibili; may your maturing love and graceful joy know no bounds now or in eternity…© Copyright 2016 C. Uche Onuora_____________________________

2015February 14thEternal Enchantress: My PassionistaFor Alobam, a Passion-Filled Love Song on Valentine’s Day…O nostalgia, pass me a sweet chalice
Of nectar-ed recollections with rivulets
Of feverish anticipations; as perky thoughts
Discard unclasped garments, amidst frenzied throesMemories run wild, like dyed wigs, ruffled by pliant palms
Percolating at tips of favored ritual, ovidian tempest, desires
Reliving quick palms firm on torsos, supple hinds and limbs
Wrapped like amulets, with nothing but easy smile and charmBreaths flail in passion-ed pleas, heartbeat upends, till
Symphony peaks, and medley of reeling senses, quiver
Furtive like storm petrels astride moist surfaces, still
As pent-up crescendo deluges into calmed spent shiverThen receded camwood dye in veins, returns
Precipitated, as if in denial of ravished contest
Drunk on cups of sated enchantment, mount of
Mounds of pleasure, famished loving phenomenonOrifice to orifice, clasp and unclasp
Bough in hollow, merge and re-emerge
Foilage obscures, gyred mandibles submerged
Arches writhe in unison, whispers echo usurped diktatsO nostalgia, grant me relentless torment
Of Alobam’s captivating eternal foment
Constellations of pursuing contemplations, lurid
And carnal proclamations, of love yet on creation day…© Copyright 2015 C. Uche Onuora_____________________________

2014February 14thFirst and Only Love of a LifetimeFor Nnenne; all I have to offerAsa m:
We were lovers once
And again and again
Ours was sparked, in
Spurts of pubescence;
Over and over and over
Loving was engagedOurs was forged, in
Furnaces of adversity
And nurtured in tumults
Of uncertainty; love of a
Lifetime was a lifeline
For hearts, lifelong-quickenedAnd love’s arrow struck
A chord, in a heart flipping
And flopping; lost but found
Ours flourished in fields, of
Enchantment; a bevy of
Bashful wishes revealedAnd a harp strummed, a
Rosy melody, syrupy
Croon of a melting heart
(…the closer I get to youuu…)
Serenade of ballad trails off…Resumes; buoyed on wings of heaven
Daring love soothes acres of aching
Heart; moistened, with heaven’s tearsYes; we were lovers then
Now we are again; my soul
Tingles, as quick dulcet notes
Waltz up misty pathways; reborn
In sweet embrace, passion showers
Again; we once were, now, forever loversMy Angel A; my everyday valentine
Over and over and over, again…© Copyright 2009 C. Uche Onuora_____________________________