MOSES CHUKWUEMEKA DANIEL - POEMS

My name is Moses Chukwuemeka Daniel,  I am from Nigeria, Africa.  I'm a teenage poet, I love writing and I sing too.  My poems have been published in some  online journals and magazines.

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                                         'you cry you die'
 

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All my life defeat has been a friend,
in class i sat at a failing end,
where i had some friends,
and failure was the closest,
i had to fight on my own,
it gave me help by giving me no goal,
all my plans ended in one hole,
i cried and cried, i tried and tried,
i failed i cried,
i got back and tried,
i smiled and tried,
i failed i cried,
i got furious ones more and tried,
again i failed and again i cried,
there was no hope,
i had to look beyond the clouds,
to find solace  in the sky,
sometimes i felt to be  happy,
The ambiance of my street,
Was like a curse to my feet,
i had to look within myself,
i saw someone else,
and he said,
'you have to be enthusiastical inquisitive,
be sanguine,
do not sit nonchalant and lackadaisical  and watch  defeat win ,
your journey is just like a two sided coin,
you have success and failure ,
Let your imperfect self strive for perfection,
Fight yourself from within,
be true to yourself like the wind ,
make it work without tears,
be indomitably strong,
Fight like you want it best not wrong,
Do what you love,
Let your zeal be driven by passion,
Don't you ever give up,
And if they say  you aren't good,
Do not sob,
Because if you cry you die.




                            'Listen to these words instead '
 


  Have you being cheated by the world?
They made you cry without remorse?
They laughed at your every fall?
Please listen to these words.
 
  They came as friends,
Brought your happiness to its end,
Lies and lies they possess,
Oh to these words listen to them.
 
  Their words made you wither, from the steel you once wore,
If those words could make you bitter,
Embrace these words it is a stronger wall.
 
  They proclaim peace and love,
They showcase hatred and war,
Lie still on this words,
Beyond your view they carry lot more.
 
I will love you they pledged,
But like locusts they fled,
Remember tomorrow is a friend,
Now listen to these words that care.
 
  Let the words that i share,
Wipe the tears that you bare,
Let those pains of yesterday,
Be witnesses to the beauty of today.
 
  Listen to these words instead,
They were blessed by mother's love,
And cuddled by father's strength,
Just to let you know how much poetry cares.
 
 
   
          'A LETTER TO THE GOVERNOR (EBONYI STATE)'

 
  my heart gladdens at your good works,
Conspicuously they spill good good luck,
I saw how you polished our enthusiastic legs,
Now we walk on marbles and gems,
Your efforts are heart warming,
Unlike how yesterday got us diminishing,
I solemnly stand behind your good will,
Because i know on good path we find good dreams.
 
  The future is never a friend,
As we find change right now an enemy,
But let your good works find no end,
In your endeavour for a new beginning,
Change and restructure the rice mill,
Give aid and recuperate the cement industries,
Resuscitate the health care of the EBONYI infants,
Retaliate the strength of our agricultural endowment  in rural communities,
Reduce the amount spent on superfluous parties,
And invest in the education of our children,
Create job opportunities for our graduates to own offices ,
Renumerate the effort of our civil service,
Harness our talent in every tenacity,
And then sit back and watch us thrive.
 
  This is no business as usual,
Work ,work and work,
In no circumstance should you ever stop,
We must make our land like what we see in  London,
So lead the way for us to follow,
Lead us to adequate growth,
we will fight by your side,
So you must  teach us how to fish,
Lest ours hands be stuck to your dish,
And remember it won't be easy,
But let  God tell your story.
 
 

                                 'Africa oh Africa'
 
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Our sacrosanct land of old,
Born of black unique and bold,
With  Your endless struggles to grow,
You once wore grasses as clothes,
Just to hide shame not guts.
 
  Today your voice is heard,
But your value is ensnared,
By your children's children,
Who does nothing but glare.
 
  You once bathe with the wind,
There was no stereo music,
But the birds you watched sing in the morning,
And crickets in the evening.
 
 
 The day gave you vision,
And the night got you wisdom,
You were a stranger to love,
And an adept to tilling soils.
 
   Africa oh Africa,
Today your voice is clear,
Africa my Africa,
But why leave in fear?
 
 Your grand children are wise,
Yes they are,
But they know not your struggles,
They have no clue.
 
 Remember oh those days,
Of white invasion,
Remember oh those years,
Of bewitching exaggeration.
 
 Oh your foods,
They are now buried in ignorance,
Oh how sweet and beautiful,
But they died to the new world without cognizance .
 
Your men and women,
Though naked but loved relentless,
Even in darkness,
They cared.
 
 Africa oh, Africa