Compilation of poetry

By Oburoh Roli Hazel

A compilation of poetry by Roli Hazel Oburoh

• Language: English
• Publisher: Floreat Systems
• Release date: Apr 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9791222090634

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Compilation of Poetry

Roli Hazel Oburoh reserves the right to the book Compilation of Poetry which accredites each respectful sources in the right order

Dedication

This book is dedicated to The HolySpirit. In Him true Wisdom and Creativity is found

Acknowledgement

Firstly, I want to thank Yahweh for His help in this book. I also want to acknowledge myself for putting in the effort despite every horrible thing I've experienced. Roli Hazel you are truly a wonder and the world needs you. Lastly I want to acknowledge my readers and all those who see themselves in this pages, and those who needed to read it. Those who buy my works and support me by reading online even when I don't know them. Thank you.

The call of the river nun I hear you call

I hear it far away

I hear it break the circle

Of these crouching hills.

I want to view your face

again and feel your cold

embrace, or at your brim

to set myself and

Inhale your breath; or

Like the trees, to watch

my mirrored self unfold

and span my days with

songs from the lips of dawn

I hear your lapping call!

I hear it coming through;

Invoking the ghost of a child

Listening, where river birds gail

your silence - surfaces flow My river's calling too

It's ceaseless flow inpeos

My found' ring canoe down

Its in evitable course

And each dying year

Brings near the sea - bird call,

The final call that

Stills the created waves

And breaks into two the curtain

Of silence of my upturned canoe

O incomprehensible God!

Shall my pilot be

My unborn stars to that

Final call to thee

O my river's complex course?

One Night at Victoria Beach The wind cones rushing from the sea,

The waves curling like mambas strike

The sands and recoiling hiss in rage

Washing the Aladuras feet pressing hard On what only hearts can see, they shouting Pray, the Aladuras Pray; and coming

From booths behind, compelling highlife Forces ears; and cat lights startle pairs Arm in arm passing washer - words back

And forth like haggling sellers and buyers Still they pray, the Aladuras Pray

With hands pressed against their hearts And their white robes pressed against

Their bodies by the wind; and drinking

Palmwine and beer, the people boast

At bars at the beach, still they pray.

They pray, the Aladuras Pray To what only hearts can see while dead

Fishermen long dead with bones rolling

Nibbed clean by nibbling fishes, follow Four dead cowries shining like stars

Into deep sea where fishes sir in judgement And living fishermen in dark hits

Sit round dim lights with Babalawo

Throwing their souls in four cowries

On sand, trying to see tomorrow

Still they pray the Aladuras Pray

To see what only hearts can see behind

The curling waves and the sea, the stars.

And the subduing unanimity of the sky

And their white bones beneath the sand

And standing dead on