humankind

Deep Dimensions

We follow uncertain concatenation
on endless encounters through
life's joyful joylessness entwined;
because we are hugely hopeful
humankind uplifted within earth's
deep dimensions darkened.  

 

Benumbing brilliance lights our
wasteful way through furious
fading fields on promised green
pastures and restorative roots; 
for we are on these unbound
earthly encounters through
deleterious deep dimensions.  

 

Through bleeding blood, we thrive
on senseless sensibilities seeking
to keep painful painlessness pure
as life's joyful joylessness jitters
us into crass circles on bloody
bloodlessness because humankind
drained us in deep dimensions. 

 

[c] Ugonna Wachuku: 3 April 2022: Mexico: Earth.
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Methodic Madness

Enslaving chains and wilderness pains 

are broken on healing heavenly domain 

plus graceful throne, envisioned. 

 

Method upholds this marauding madness 

aflicting us on earthly journeys through 

wounded wilderness, deadly disdain 

and frighful famine; distressing 

humankind and nature. 

 

Twisted minds and wicked souls  

torment humankind on this earthly  

journey through birth, life and death. 

Yet, we came with nothing; and with 

nothing, we depart to earth's dust.  

 

Hideous hypocrisy darkens love to 

hide this greatest reality from heaven's 

green pastures, meadows and 

river bed, unchained.  

 

We follow this river path to oceans 

lighted by divine mercy and unending 

salvation; healing broken hearts and 

bleeding, lost souls. 

 

Humankind

 

Humankind

 

 

I want to speak one more Language

 

That everybody can easily speak

 

Same as our food or as beverage

 

If not, it means, we are weak

 

 

 

I wish I could deal with people

 

In everywhere, whatever they are

 

I hope I can once be able

 

To become a friend to those are aware

 

 

 

Serious or peaceful situations

 

Should not affect our hearts

 

The poverty or luxury nations

 

Are only our world' parts


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War and conquest of the spirit

Folder: 
The Gods Of Man

While many had proclaimed their coming to be a work of the devil, and others tried to cloud the truth, there were those who had seen the coming as fate, and had begun to worship this new race. Cults began to appear and grow in every corner of the world, and spread this radical new message to those any and all who would believe and follow. Every old world religion had now found themselves a dangerous new enemy; not of science or of politics, but of the mystery that had now been solved, the knowledge that had grown from the darkness of ignorance that man now faced for the first time in his history. What our religion failed to acknowledge, and our beliefs refused accept, the sky revealed; the void of space finally spoke the truth. A new war was on the horizon.

Life

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

On lush, green mountain slopes

and humane islands, this river

begins its hopeful journey to

oceans for life; on our

enchanting earth

home, unbound. 

 

Bright breathtaking landscapes
and welcoming country-sides glow 

with life from earth's oceans.

You are there all the worthy way:

 

There is beauty and inspiration.
There are moonlight stories in
hearty village squares made
lively by the smile you hold
within your beautiful being.

 

The river is there - still moving
on its earthly journey through
landscapes of home and inspiration.
In your emerald eyes, windows of
heavenly hope open for new life:

 

Life: And your name is born anew
for humanity and for bald eagle
me. Your river unfolds a humane
rainbow's rain. You are just
smilingly there with all upliftment
like glorious songs from angels
of our Heavenly Father's abode.

 

New dawn awaits humanity and my
eagle soul in your cherished care -:
This new dawn when your soothing
voice will welcome us to the
homely square in the handsome
heart of Ethiopian villages.

 

Life. And it is your name.
Life. And it is the hope and
patience that lifts this eagle
to blessingly soar through
towering mountains and stormy
skies on our earthly pathways
and river roads reclaimed for
you, all humankind, earth's
nature and living creatures.

 

Life. And you are there,
touchingly, with that
unwavering inspiration
your smile brings.
Life. And you calmly
welcome this eagle to
your humble, little
corner on the sprawling
hall of this global home
for humanity and peace.
Life. And the eagle in me
lands - just to see, uphold,
cherish and be made persevering
to soar this new day and always.

 

Life. And you are there - on
lush, green mountain slopes
where the river's journey
begins. Life. And you are
cutely there to welcome
the eagle's flight home in
all of your radiant, fertile
beauty.

 

Life and you are inspiringly
there for the abundant good of
all humanity and eager eagle me.

 

Life and you are bountifully
there on lush, green mountain
slopes of heavenly home where
this rainbow river
begins its journey
to oceans for 
l
i
f
e
!
!
!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hiwot Taffese from Ethiopia inspired me to write this poem. Her name: Hiwot means Life!

Nature's Cry

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

 

Weep with me because our enchanting oceans

and seas are polluted. Weep with me because

there is nuclear danger dumped in the icy
north. Let us weep because climate change 

is upon our enchanting earthly home. 

 

Weep with me because fishes are
dying. Dolphins are singing no
more. Weep with me because oil
is choking earth's oceans to
death.  

 

Weep with me because our trees
are dying. Human hands defile
them. Weep with me because our
farmlands can no longer be
pregnant with seeds: Famine,
barenness and starvation
menacingly storm through
the earth in broad day
light!  

 

Weep with me because I went to the
Niger Delta and the earth was dead.
Ogoniland has been stripped of her
fruitful environment and natural
wealth. Weep with me because I

wentto Odi and Odi village was

dead.  

 

Deeply weep with me because I went
to France and saw the sea spitting
oil. Weep with me because oil tankers
now break into two at sea. And now,
this Prestige, off the Spanish coast
has fatally wounded earth's oceans
with oil spills and leaks once more:  

 

I am so deeply hurt, and keep asking:
Why wasn't that oil pumped off the
Prestige into a healthy tanker all
those days it sat there waiting to
break and sink??????????
???????????????
???????????????
??????????????: 

 

Countries talk dumb and hopelessly
dumb letting their numbness to truth
and urgent reality reveal heaven's
weeping heart for dying humanity
and our bleeding earthly home.
And now Spanish government
apology. What use is this
apology now? What use???:  

 

And the USA Gulf of Mexico 

one with BP: and more: 

 

Weep with me because I am dead.
Weep with me because you are dead.
Weep with me because our beautiful,
chanting birds are dying. Weep with
me because our bountifully and
wonderfully created earth is
singing a glarring dirge.

 

Weep with me because Igboland

is weeping for her own and
all humankind. The land
of the free and the home
of the brave is also
weeping. All earth is
weeping indeed.  

 

Weep with me because I am Mother
Nature and I am weeping for earth
and every uncaring human being.
My brilliant blue earth is fast
dying. Dolphins are singing no
more. I am so scared. So, weep
with me. Let us meet at Mt.
Olives. Let us plant the earth
anew under heaven's loving eyes
of compassion.  

 

Come, humanity, let us save
our dying earth this new day.
Yet weep with me because I am
Mother Nature - I am heaven's
soul - and I am weeping for
earth and all humanity! I am

weeping for our dying oceans! 

I am nature. And I am crying! 

Our climate is changing and 

global warming is threatening 

us. 

 

I am nature! 

I am earth! 

And

I'm weeping!
!
!
!

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A Loving Higher Purpose for the People   

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Epitaph

Written in a Geneva:

Switzerland Churchyard  

 

Ugonna Wachuku

 

A dirge and epilogue is sung for me
on your fleeing island of uninterested
unavailability. The owl hoots no more
on moonlit nights of home.  

 

Biblical Zacchaeus and Matthew: Oh!
Little me: "pass me not O gentle
Saviour..." Green pastures abound.
My peace unbound. Your island is
so real. The bridge stands no more
on humane pathway to landscapes. Kai!
Your island is so real, daughter of
the Almighty Creator.

 

Pathway to landscapes: The eagle I am
must soar this new day to welcoming
mountain-tops to view, one last time,
your pathway to landscapes.

 

At the stroke of midnight, this blessed
new day, I will depart your island of
unavailability; and sail for the high
seas. My smiling ship is created. The
wind from others beckons. Pines of home
whistle. The rainbow awaits. My simple
ship is set to sail; and I must bid you
farewell in God's care. I invite thee
no more on earthly footpaths. Oh!
Epitaph! This Epitaph! Would that
I wrote thee not; or perhaps
forgotten my lines on this
strange stage through life.

 

Heaven's gardens: Remember, when we
finally meet there, I am  the bald
Eagle that tarried for years on your
unfeeling island of unavailability :-
made whole with heavenly bounties in
His soul saving bossom.

 

AH! Epitaph! This farewell! This glad
dirge sung for me! This epilogue! Oh!
Little me. The owl hoots no more on
moonlit nights of home because this
glad dirge is sung. This emerald
epitaph all for you to set me freeee!
Heaven's gardens and meadow sea
shores. I set sail at midnight
under
heaven's
loving
eyes
and
hope
u
n
c
h
a
i
n
e
d
!
!
!
!
!
!
!

 

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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