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Magnolia Minorah And Other Poems

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Magnolia minorah..
polytongued pink flames

BUTTERFLY

Nabokov said that life was
a brief bright light
between 2 darknesses..
as if he were describing
a little butterfly's
glowing body between
2 dark purple wings..
one on his impaler's board..
.. the sign he was initiated
into the satanic priesthood
of lepidoperterists..

MOSES AND DAVID

Because of his transgressions
Moses could not
enter
the promised land.
Because of his mistakes
David could not
enter the temple.
Not until their next
lives.

 

 

JEWISH TEACHERS

ROOT IN OUR HEARTS

The rain, weed-wed,
has
multiplied
these
gray haired flakeheads
and now

dandelion seeds float in the air..
by the Bubble Blower sent aloft..
which ones will mystically touchdown..
to root in our hearts?

NOT IN CHAOTIC SHARDS

Not in chaotic shards
do dandelion seeds
burst from their ball.
Each part as perfect
as the whole.
Each each contains
the all.

ABSALOM

Oh Absalom
Oh Absalom
we will not bid you
goodbye
but say shalom
as your father learns
the ways of peace

NORTH AND SOUTH

If Absalom had cut
his hair it would not
have caught on the branches
of a tree.
If Samson had not cut
his hair he would not
have lost strength
to Delilah's wiles.
For each soul God
has a different path.

MARVIN KATZ

He expanded so many
from affection
for dogs and cats
to a love encircling
all beings..
did Marvin Katz

FIRE IN THEIR EYES

She could see
by the new fire
in their eyes
that she had lit
their souls

.. and yet
had not diminished
her own flame
**

to Betty
Friedan and to Doris Haddock, Granny D, who at the age of 90 walked 3000
miles across the US to bring about clean $ in America
http://www.grannyd.com

 

 

Only the maker can make
the shoe.
Only the wearer
can tell if it fits.
This is the argument
for democracy..
said to his students
David Spitz.

* Dr Spitz taught his students that
the US Senate, Supreme Court, and
United Nations were inherently undemocratic.

DAVID'S MERCY TO GOLIATH

We know not the fruit's hue
from that of the bloom.
Gold tomato blossoms
become red spheres.
The pointed yellow star
becomes the linga
of the cucumber.
The red blood of Nazi
camp suffering
has been transmuted in
most..
to an awesome forgiveness.

By this mercy
did David
convert
the heart of Goliath

 

ELOHIM

He needn't reach the stars..
stars' light reached to him..
He needn't climb to God.
Inside him ..... Elohim.

HEARTREMAKER

Some are heartbreakers
She is a heartremaker.

 

YEHUDI MENUHIN

Released from clouds
by peasized dry ice
were thousands of pounds
of snow wedding rice.

Released from clouds
by wee tips of forked lightning
the rain's awesome downpour
.. sky sighed in lightening

The kiss of King Charming
Sleeping Beauty sparked
Total love's touch
to Beloved arced.

The words of the rabbi
resound in the mind
Guru shaktipat
forever opes crown.

The sun's rays
wand alive the iris
Waterdrops waken
the starseeds of Isis.

The notes of
Menuhin's
heartsky piercing violin
cause frozen tears
of pain
uncontrolled to rain.

Shaktipat:
Over 20,000 year old Sanskrit word for the touch of the guru which
awakens the thousand petaled lotus or the crown chakra.. Yehudi Menuhin
was a vegetarian who worked for peace many decades..

HEART ARK

Heark! Heark!
I speak of the
ark
of my friend's heart
Unlike Noah's
it contains all beings
every cockroach
every lark

to Jan F

MOSES ROD IN EACH

Omnipotent God
can cause any rod
to strike fountains
from stone mountains
or the waters of love
which dwell in each heart

WANDERING JEW

The plant
of wandering Jew
has added more
leaves
to his tome
of poems
.. they
are of purple print
on pages of lime

 

MEDITATING SUN

The sun does nothing
but meditate.. yet flow
his rays
in 360 cubed ways.
He is focused on one
point, but his energy
transforms..
all points.

(to Marty Solomon)
**
Snapdragons

Do snapping turtles
eat snapdragons?

(Catholics
were murdered more by Nazis than any other group except Jews) (visions
are symbolically true whether or not literally)

?Saiom Shriver
http://www.jewishpeacefellowship.org
The Bible Code was written by someone who passed Hebrew scripture
through a computer and then warned the Israeli embassy of the impending
assassination of Rabin. Heart Remaker is to Helen Schucman, transcriber
of the Course In Miracles and faculty member at Columbia Presbyterian.
Dandelion Diaspora is to J Ennis silent workaholic networker and funder
of many compassion causes) Elohim is to Rabbi David Rosen, former chief
rabbi of Ireland and vegetarian. Painter is to Dr. Marvin Katz, ethics
professor, fruitarian, at the University of Akron in the 1960's and an
organizer of Akron's international and dietary peace, one of 5
philosophy professors fired for taking a public stand against the war in
Vietnam) Jewish Unhunter (dedicated to Debra Wasserman and Charles
Stahler of Jewish Vegetarians) http://www.vrg.org

 06-24-2004 01:32 PM

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 Isaac Bashevis Singer
 said the following: No lepidopterist's collection in the entire world...full if iridescent wings, is worth the life of a single butterfly.

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Chanting Birds: Flowing Fountains

By

 

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

 

Show me the land and soul of your
dreams. Show me landscapes and
beauty in your heart. Show me new
moons and new planets. Show me
streams and rivers where lofty
life-giving water abides.

 

Show me scars of the loving
Lamb of Calvary: Tell me there
is love in your heart. Tell me
you do not smile and pretend to
love when you see me. Tell me
you remember me when I am not
in your presence. Tell me you
are not a hypocrite. Tell me
your love is real and abiding.

 

Tell me you are not a back-bitter.
Tell me why you should be called
human. Tell me your are not wicked.
Let me know that you want me to
live, breath and survive this
journey through life.

 

Let me know that you respect the
colour of my skin because I have
respected yours from beckoning
beginings of time. Tell me, you
will always be there for me;
even when dark clouds gather
for storm.

 

Tell me that my life is worthy
to you. Let me know why you do
not see my humane worth and
dignity of the spirit. Let me
embrace your caring spring and
waterfall.

 

For once, let me see you smile.
There is no bill to pay. IRS
won't be on your neck howling.
Then, let me know your wish:

 

Let me be there for you. Let me
calmly take you to my beautiful
meadow land where chanting birds
give hope and peace for life -
My meadow land of the living
where chanting birds give
loving voice to fresh
flowing fountains and
creative meadow lands
for love and charming
cherishment amongst
humanity!:

 

Then, let these flowing
fountains and chanting
birds light up your day

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!
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Tears of Yesterday [Book Collection]

Tears of Yesterday 

 

 

Ugonna Wachuku

 

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(c) 1996: Ugonna Wachuku 

 

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Contents:


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Dedication  

 

Introduction

 

Part One:

 

Yesterday's Tears 

 

River Road 

 

Flower Landscapes 

 

Raindrops 

 

Urs Haberli 

 

Green Earth 

 

Misty Clouds 

 

Streams 

 

Rainbow 

 

I Found Love 

 

The Farmer 

 

Part Two: 

 

Chinwe 

 

First Meeting 

 

Distant Shores 

 

What does it Take? 

 

The Journey 

 

To the Ridges 

 

Ngozi  

 

Obinwanne  

 

New Day 

 

Love me Again 

 

You 

 

The Stream 

 

Part Three:

 

Streams of Love 

 

Calming the Storm 

 

Ako na Uche 

 

A heart 

 

Dreams 

 

Lonely Soul 

 

Like a River 

 

Living in the Shadows 

 

When Love Calls 

 

In your Eyes 

 

Nobody Loves Me  

 

Farxiya

 

Epilogue

 

The Author 

 

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Dedication

 

To all humankind who have ever

dared to love and care for those

of us living in the shadows in

this beautiful but hurting world!

 

Together, lets make this God-given

splendid earth a better home for

all humanity, our fellow earthly

animals, plants and environment

and our progenies!
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Introduction:
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"And now abideth faith,

hope, love; these three;

but the greatest of these

is love."

 

~1 Corinthians 13:13

 

These thirty-five poems represent a deeper part of me

which has found meaning to live and to love. They are

poems that derive great strength and inspiration from

the beauty of nature and from the humaneness of the

loving people I have come across at this period of

my life.

 

With these poems, I yearn to define humanity. I yearn,

indeed, to present some uplifting meaning to the caring

nature of the love I have always desired amongst humankind;

including my heart-felt longing to see mankind's complete

willingness to cherish and protect our earthly environment

for our survival and that of coming generations because in

loving one another, we must be courageously prepared to

protect, sustain and care for our natural environment

globally. This is an urgent task all women and men of

love and goodwill must engage in.

 

These are poems for the brotherhood and oneness of humanity.

They are poems for the realization of our oneness as dignified

human beings created in the image of God Almighty!

Herein, I have paid monumental tributes to all humankind

who have ever dared to love; even to the point of not being

loved in return - to the reality of being spited and asked

to turn the other cheek.

 

This is a special call to all of you out there who have never

dared to love to take up the pleasure and burden of love.

Arise!: Be a soulful part of this great movement seeking to

heal and make much more peaceful and loving our troubled and

tearfully hurting earth. This is a loving call of the eagle.

 

Ugonna Wachuku

March, 1996

Geneva: Switzerland

 

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Part One:
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On these far lands,

I see love.

I see despair.

Today's road is a

tearfully joyful

path to a future

unknown.

 

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1:

 

Yesterday's Tears

 

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Today, dawn breaks in

on me gradually.

I behold the glittering

sun and fading moon.

Rays follow my beaten

track. I gasp for breath

on this pathway.

A new day walks on

towards the discovered

city on sunlit abodes.

My life spreads out

like birds' wings on

the clouds.

 

Meaning yawns.

Hope beckons.

Like a river,

you begin watery care

of the earth's hunger

and thirst, just before

the eagle glides in from

our early morning mist.

A new city emerges from

the rubbles of this mind

destroyed:

 

Yesterdays's tears find

meaning in today's laughter.

The windy weather breathes life

into a soul so weak and dying.

In the breath of your heart,

streams water my beings

dry river banks.

 

A brilliance lost comes back.

The eagle in me is ready to

soar, to love and to cherish.

Today, the smile you bring

sows fertile gladness for a

heart forgotten yesterday.

 

Down the village path to life,

riddles and hope; on this road

to your soul, we behold a hero's

sun, stars and moving moon.

The rainbows assuring path

meets us on this new road.

 

My heart trails this native

nature in you. This new day

is full of dreams and hope.

This is a new day created

from soothing tears unbound.

This new day, my yearning

heart will still follow your

rainbow; your life-giving

stream-roads and sky-ways.

 

The caring and overwhelmingly

loving answer to

yesterday's tears!

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2: 

 

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River Road

 

When birds sing new

songs of hope on the

sad green earth;

when love means something

healing and uplifting

in your handsome heart;

when stars shine

at noon to herald

the name you have;

when dawn overcomes

dusk in the darkness

of fleeting life,

look for the heart

that dares;

look for this heart

that yearns to be part

of the pain from earth's

lowly people.

 

Go in search of the

love you can find.

Search for the meaning

to our dreams of oneness

and peace because you are

this new beginning for the

earth's green hope.

 

Let our hearts be together

on this voyage to the other

side of the sea's sentiment

for life.

 

Lead us to this life of

hope and love for the

earth's yearning poor.

Lead us to the fulfilling

and bountiful river of

found love and care -

this river road to life

unchained...

 

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3:

 

Flower Landscapes
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Flower landscapes fill

the beauty and refreshing

nature in your being.

Native stories are told

on the beach and you

glitter like the moon

on blue shores.

 

I follow these blue

shores scattered all

over the earth's bossom.

And in my being, a living

light brightens.

 

What other pathways and

dreams can fill my days

and hopes as we try to

find life's breath on

these welcoming,

breath-taking highlands

with flower landscapes?

 

The beauty you left on

the last bridge opens

a new world olf inspiration

and survival for the poor

soul in me. I find your

mothering gateway to the

end of our sorrow.

 

Part of this sorrow

ends with you; yet,

your blue clouds never

depart from us.

 

Teach me anew then.

Let me be part of this

sprouting hope and smile-

this love never giver given.

 

Aha! While we wait for the

beginning, let these flower

landscapes come to you.

Let them begin a treasured

song for the hopeless.

 

Let theses flower landscapes

come to you and to me.

Let the light come.

 

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4:

 

Raindrops
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Raindrops.

Waterways.

Windy tears trail my

path on this way to

the land.

 

A shrill cry jolts

my memory back to the

reality of a hurting

world.

 

I see far away palm

fronds on earth's

fading beauty through

your holding heart.

 

Warmness never experienced

covers this vision of

a yearning in me.

This yearning lingers

on you as it winds

its weary way through

the lost land.

 

I walk this land slowly.

I wait to see new moons

emerge from shambles of

lost hope:

 

I met you in the hall.

Eyes walked to the table.

Our hands waited for dawn.

All through the day,

I waited for your

merciful meaning.

I waited for hope

in life; for your

name's caring nature. 

 

I waited for your love

and hope-filled smiles

on lawns so green:

Raindrops.

 

Waterways.

Windy tears trail my

path - this path to life

and love born anew on far

away lands and longings.

I wait with hope. 

 

I wait with the

brilliant birds' beauty.

I honestly yearn for

your raindrops on waterways

of home and today.

 

Will you, indeed, trail

these tears - these

numerous despair in life?

 

Will your raindrops and

waterways float us into

green pastures and meadow

sea shores?

 

Raindrops!

Waterways! 

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From my long-hand manuscript collection: 

Tears of Yesterday 

(c) Ugonna Wachuku 

Geneva: Switzerland: 1996 

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The Road

Ugonna Wachuku

 

 

You are the road.
I am the seeker.
Then, show me
the way.  

 

You are the river.
I am the boat.
Then, float me to 

head-waters.

 

You are the wind.
I am the eagle.
Then, glide me to
towering clouds and
unseen mountain tops.

 

You are the rain.
I am the flower.
Then, give me water
to grow.

 

You are the flower.
I am the butterfly.
Then, let me touch
your ripe, blue bud
with a kiss.

 

You are the tree.
I am humankind.
Then, show me how
to climb.

 

Remember, you are the
road. I am the seeker.
Then, show me the way.

 

You are angel.
Then show me heaven.
Yet, you are the road.
I am the simple seeker.  

 

The Road  

 

~ Critiques/Comments ~ 

 

Gwendrina Howe

wh@hvi.net

Dear Ugonna,  again, this poem brings me truth and spiritual pleasure. "You are the road, I am the seeker" - how wonderfully stated! Your analogies are drawn from the depth and simplicity of nature's beauty to make the reader enlightened by this path of knowledge. This verse fills me with deep peace and renewed hope. Thank you, Wendy   

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Helen Schmidt

heljac123@aol.com

A lovely poem, Ugonna!  You illustrate so clearly how interdependent the various aspects of life are upon one another. We are always searching for answers, and so many of them lie in nature. Beautiful words!  

Helen 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/helen 

 

Rachelle Wiegand

poetess@mtco.com

Came here from your interview with Deborah, Ugonna :) Wonderful interview, wonderful poetics!  Thank you for sharing!!  :) 

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Ken Corbett

kencorbett@lycos.com

This is my favorite work of yours, so far. You are skilled at using the small words to great advantage.

The pictures you paint here are clear and strong.  

Ken 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/darkpool

 

Tim / manatee Marshall

bigone5gt9vc7@webtv.net 

HI~like we said in the hipie days (HEAVY MAN) lol A+,your writings are like songs and i'm using what someone told me 

it plays at the very best time to go along with what i'm already thinking simular thoughts of,thank you

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2002-05-02 17:10:48  

 

Netta Jack

nettajack@yahoo.com

Love the simplicity yet deep message in this piece. Very nice work. Thanks for sharing.

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2003-01-21 18:21:18

 

Jayati Gupta

joyach@hotmail.com

Man seeks God provides! Wonderful poems you write.

http://PostPoems.com/members/jgupta

2004-09-27 14:41:41  

 

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Let Me Be

Ugonna Wachuku  

 

Let me be gone 

now ... Silence! 

Silence of the 

grave ...

 

Life on this 

enchanting 

earth home! 

 

Humankind with 

heartless homes: 

 

Fading moments of my
awakening...

 

I walk through unknown

pathways and river banks.

 

The mind in me is still;
yet wandering through
uncharted landscapes 
and meadow sea shores.

 

This new day, I stare into
clouds, hoping, wishing,
wondering if you'll let me be.

 

At night, I watch your stars
and moon; waiting, hoping.

 

Fading moments of my
awakening...

 

My journey has been a long
one. I have waited so long
in those eyes of human
recokoning.

 

I, really, keep wondering
whether you'll let me be.

 

Fading moments of my
yawning awakening...

 

My soul is heavy ladden.
My spirit reaches out;
searching to find some
meaning to this desolation
on flourishing farmlands
of abundance and beauty.

 

Will you finally let me be who

or what I am meant to be?
Because, now, this day, there
is joyful pain in my soul.

 

Will I be? Will I be?
Good Lord, I am still
waiting on you; while 

still striving, asking, 

seeking, knocking on

heaven's door of your 

deeply compassionate

heart. I am, hopefully, 

still waiting: "do not

pass me by!" 

 

Let me not be weary.
Let me soar and mount
on wonderful wings as 
your eagle of my essence.
Just let me be who I am 

created to be, abidingly: 
I humbly plead! 

 

Humankind with 

heartless homes: 

 

Fading moments of my
yawning awakening...

 

My soul is heavy ladden.
"Do not pass me by."

Give me your

mustard seed
faith. Let me

not be weary.  

 

Let me go 

home now

into your 

goodness

for there

is

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!

 

Let Me Be
~ Critiques/Comments ~

Misty Lackey  

countrygal_cc@yahoo.com


This poem has very strong words. Strong and powerful. I am glad to see
you again, reviewing my poetry, loved what you wrote on western
desire.. you are a true peach of a talent yourself. love yea, misty
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Douglas Lazard
dougiebgood@hotmail.com 


These words, as if from a waking dream, call out to the soul as they
call out to God...
Yes this...
that thou hast called me to do and be... Let me be!

Peace my Brother and God's love ~~~ Dougie ~
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2002-08-07 19:16:16


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