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Will Be Back!!


What I truly understand is, what you like, I mean what your body and soul likes to do is what will keep you happy in the long run.
I liked to write little scraps before I forced myself to compose rhymes and make poems. If you check this blog, you will notice its been long I update poems and for that sake, am not feeling ok with myself. I and my writing skill are kind of quarrelling but I promise to be back with full force.
I have only been disturbed by college stuff.

I miss you all. 😉

The Party


Head shake and nods
In the beat agreement
Other parts joining

Pouring wine like-
the serve us free
Intoxication from you

You moving closer
My body cocks
Getting ready to fire

Disco lights on floor
Whether yes or no
Beautiful you look

Dj like drunk
Beat scattering
New and old dance

Like I wished
In high spirit
You in my arms

Heaven on dance floor
Eyes blinking steady
Reality it still is

Complete I feel
Now with a lady
Beautiful She is

Disco light on floor
Whether yes or no
Altar we’ll end

© Chris Ekong



Disappointment is life
I never see it so wrong
Unless its cut much like a knife
Your worry should be on how long

The hawk faces it much of the times
When it source of food seem to be a trap
It all got to try many of the times
Being sure it does away with the foul

Disappointed is quoted to the lazy
When you get no spirit for a second chance
You go home feeling so dizzy
The strong ones crave for their chance

You should wake up from slumber
Take a walk down the street
Do not loose hope like in casino
So finally your dream can be yours

© Chris Ekong

Hey Babe

Hey babe, please pardon me for my harshness
Your body is so succulent I can’t resist
Comparing it to a cucumber is lack of words
Cos in my dictionary, you have not a synonym

Standing from afar still not blinking
My eyes staring straight to your very direction
Even an ant bite send no notification
Cos all my reactions are working towards your direction

Talking to a lady has always been my problem
Not saying in my life I have met your type
Even when lying close to the seashore enjoying breeze
Not in that dream did I see some resemblance image of you

Now I feel the Pharoah of love is beside me
With all the canes of flogging he holds in his hand
Whispering the sounds of anger right inside my ear
That if I don’t talk to ya, all of the canes shall perish on my back

I believe my problems more than this should not be told
Even a glance on me will reveal more than my words
My body all wanting to have collaboration with yours
The sounds you hear are from my throat gulping saliva

That is all I can say for now
Before I collapse and leave a story
I believe at home we’ll talk more
‘Cause with you, I won’t lack what to say

© Chris Ekong

An Elergy To My Dad


Oh with drops of tears rolling down my eyes
When someone sow and reaping is not allowed
My cry sounding up to the sky
On my knees with respect, I bow

“Such is life” isn’t always a good sentence
For it may entirely ruin a life
Imagine the torture like you were serving a life sentence
Its cut through my mind each time like a sharp knife

You lived a good life as you could
Hoping the death could ever show mercy
Avoiding most life pleasure that you should
Investing all time in your children and showering mercy

We needed you more than we understand
Most of your child yet not say “I do”
Who will be the grey hair to stand
Behind us if not a legend like you?

My ink bow in writing
Praying you have a peaceful rest
In our mind you live forever
While I tender you these lines

Be My Love


Will you ever be my lover?
I’m just a simple straight boy
I play nothing undercover
Promise all thing except nothing

With the hope that is in me
If all they tell me is true
Paradise is where we ought to be
And no stress we’ll pass through

I put it up in you all my love
You hold me with all thyself
With no work in the wharf
We swim all day loving ourselves

Allow me give it all to you
Putting you up for the world to see
The things that a love can do
Dining both on land and in the sea

All wants and needs will be yours
Both home and in sojourn
No time shall you knock on the doors
All ways are open with your hand

You promise to keep me high
Even with the little I have
Keep your promise so it won’t be lie
‘Cause my trust I sold to you

© Chris Ekong

Old Age Not A Pride


Some are proud to be older than me
When I’m not proud to be someone’s elder
Everyday young is what I plead God to be
Cos I don’t want to be a history in years later

You’re getting old and approaching your death
A phenomenon I wish can be erased
It only sends you to that lonely depth
In the memory of your friends, you’re erased

Though it’s a road everyone must ply
The old wish they can once again be young
Knowing death always makes the mouth cry
With tears that may be with love ones for long

I write as if forgetting the unplanned end
A moment when things don’t work as it should
When buckets are kicked by the young with no amend
My ink tries to avoid it as far as it could

I never want to grow old with having nothing
A reason that makes me forget my birthday
All my desires are still labelled longing
Hoping someday they will come my way

By force is how I’m accepting it
When my facial structure attempt a change
Then I have to fight for here is it
Making sure I leave a remembering change

© Chris Ekong