http://slow.writerscafe.org/Poetechez The original writings of author Echezonachukwu Nduka en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776066640 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dear son, I got a report that whenyesterday’s downpour was seconded by the wind that made you shiver,you ran indoors and worethick coats,a head-warmer that swallowedyour earsand gloves that made youlook like a leper.You smoked cigarettes andsipped spiri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1438160/ iENTRY:with your hands in yourpockets,you walked into the room andthe lights went off.“you’ve come on your ownaccord!”a voice roared and the doorslocked behind you. “on your knees!”another voice ordered.you knelt and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1431497/ For Cherry on her birthday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1422389/ Through my half-open window,She breezes in unguarded, wearing warmthAs gloves and whistling atonal tunes: Lights out.My radio sleeps too. Her touch on my forehead calms my spirit.She slips through my pajamas and makesLove to me till cockcrow. Erect h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1419336/ A Review of Umar Sidi's The Poet of Sand http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1417634/ If cats are saidto have nine lives,Lives of poemsare above nine times ninety-nine.If poems have nolife, let me not be counted as a penman. Poems are beyondmetaphors, similes, alliterations,Hyperboles andiambic pentameters;They have livesand rule in their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1369408/ Very well, my dearBless you, for the years I hungon your heart’s hookLike a wet cloth spread underthe scorching eyes of the sunI knew the name we called love.But now, I know not my name anymore.I’m a somnambulist wadingthrough the pool of your heart where our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1313280/ Although she was not as charming as she thought, Nne liked to think herself the most beautiful damsel on earth. She had graduated and finished her NYSC, and instead of settling for the job of an accounts clerk in Norwich & Co. Company in Abuja which her father had secured for her through the man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1310260/ It wasn’t the peck on my left cheekthat brought tears to witness the wrongyou’ve done to my heart.Rather, the loudness of your silence when myheart yearned for your soothing words.Your words became dry like a desert thirsty fora drop of spittle.To quench my heart’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1310259/ If in my sleep tonight I cut the ropesAnd hear not the bell that wakes the day Say me a prayerThat all may carry my songs to darkCorners and sing light to their sight.That the dusts which gather at my feet mayPaint pious portraits on all walls. Say me a pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1290373/ There comes a time in Novemberwhen it’s only lessThan a hundred thousand secondsto Christmas.What brings Christmas to ourdoorstep every year?What drops Christmas like agift box laced with red ribbons? There’re scents perching on thewings of winds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1263398/  “Theplayers, as in the story before, are the same, namely the Nigerian State, runby the majority ethnic groups to whom Britain ceded it at independence; theeconomic partners are the multinational oil companies; and at the bottom of theheap, in the heart of the old oil River.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1252874/ II paid attention to yesterday’spromisesTo my own peril; a furiousflood carried My hope to its tomb; it wasburied.IIWords in the mouth of an oratortickleThe ear; but in its sweetnesshides a bitter pill.Since empty words began totorment tender heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1224322/ Sharp pains from my wounded heart now knows my name. This truth stares into my eyes in disgust, my peace is lost.Our love is bruising.Its wounds are patches on the walls of my heart.I feel more pains when sweet memories claim my sight;These fantasies heal no wounds.Where now is your sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1204757/ Eulogy For Professor Chimalum Nwankwo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1175652/ I hear false testimoniesfrom wagging tonguestheir words are unsettled dustsflying aimlessly in the open airclose your ears, I pray youlest, you be driven into a pit of deceitfor you are adorned with ragsyour heads are crowns made of thornstears like lines race across your roughened.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1155954/ This season, like an endless dream of an expectant motherharbours my wounded thoughts,a labyrinthine string of sounds filters into the night's silenceand makes its way into fragile hearts.peace, a spilt blood which blurs our visionsa breadth of fresh air, an empty promise from bigotsha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1155948/ (Song of the brave) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1142342/ Now, perchance you visit the cloudsor walk the streets of Alvin-Lovingall alone-The songs of those little creaturestweeting and chirping on treetopsand a slender wood edge gives yougreat delight-Enjoy those tunes while they last,For they don't come all the timeThey are the most n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1125976/ A Short Story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1108869/ Of all the love I'veever knownAll the kisses decoratingmy lipsYours,the truest of all hasclearly shownMore beauty than all finedancing hips.But now,like distant cloudsrunning to nowhereLike a troubled troubadourchasing dark cloudsYour love has taken to herheels in defianc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1088445/ From the flowing purestof streamsTo the sweetest tickle inmy dreamsSilhouttes in my very subtle mindO'er every space and length,Itry to find.'Tis this strange feelingthat dwellIn my innermost partof beingThus,it makes my headto swellSeeming simply larger than what an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1079079/ O!,how time flies veryfastEven much faster than light'sspeedLeaving all which dwell in the PastAnd runs to the future with a new seed.Seconds fly into impatientminutesMinutes race into hectichoursHours dive into workingdaysDays spring into festivemonthsMonths result.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1079062/ Goodbye to sorrow,welcometo 'morrowFor thine dooms day broughtgreat toilSo,from eternal source of joywe borrowOur penchant for peace onour soil.We bade farewell to yourlong servitudeWhich kept us all on allour toesThus,changing our age-longpreserved attitiudeFor you,we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1076428/ A Poem Dedicated To Chidi Onuike. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1073554/ Towards the end of juneSuddenly-to me came a tuneA tune so calm,pure and holyWhich I intend to take not for follyIt filled my heart and mindAnd my good mood,I tried to findThough it came to me not in my dreamBut to compose,I must find a streamA stream of waters flowing all nightAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1071825/ Here's a short humourous poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poetechez/1061344/