Tag Archives: Writing

An Elergy To My Dad

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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

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Be My Love

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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

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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

My Appreciation

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I’ll call you my happiness
For this luck you grant me
Giving me enough words
To write when am in need

I never hope of this
Talking about you is fun
Putting it down gives memory
Updating it here gives me copyrights

See what you have done?
Making me the poet I wanted
With hourly words to write
About you without exhausting

My appreciation is rendered
Not with a dollar or pounds
But with the smile on my face
While I ink down this piece

© Chris Ekong

Wicked Love

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Here I am half-smiling
With all the bruise in my heart
Caused by a loving lady
Just for despising her power of harm

She throw me off balanced
Giving me a new stage of life
I always will have a multi-stage
Cos adaptation is the key

I adopt uniformitarianism
So I can fail her deadly wish
Of making me meander with loops
Trying to keep the flow steady
Leaving her with disappointments

She broke the mirror
Forgetting that isn’t my face
And even on the broken mirror
I still look handsome
Cos I left the old stage behind

© Chris Ekong

Lacking Courage

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Still in my world
My world of segregation
Thinking aloud
Without my knowledge
Saying I’m so separated
From the world of others

Here a crippled man
Sitting besides me
Just murmur out some words
Saying if he had what i have
The world would have been his

But here I am
With all it takes physically
Talking nonsense to his ears
Lamenting for my inability
To do what I can
Just lacking courage

I left with tears
Rolling down my cheeks
For my inability
To recognise me
But someone out there
Knows me than I do

Am I a cow?
That knows it
Tail validity
When it loses it?

© Chris Ekong