POUTED

Pouting lips
How are you
Today?

Painted and fine
Oiled and moist
Or primed for
Fervid osculation?

Copyright ©April 10, 2019. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.

MY GOD

Do not say there is no God.
For you do not know;
There are many little things
You do not know,
So be quiet and ponder.

My God is to whom I owe my being.
And through good times and hard times
From whom I seek strength and inspiration.
Therefore, do not say to me
There is no God!

Maybe you are your own god;
Maybe you reject the concept of gods;
Maybe you are not sure what to believe;
There are very many things
I do not know, but

Do not say to me, there is no God!
My God, whom I chase after,
Dwells in me, and yet is bigger than everything
My God is loving and understanding;
Omnipotent and ever-present;
Omnipresent and omniscient.
That is my God!

Copyright ©December 8, 2017. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.

NOTICING YOU

Your nubile curves
Swung into my consciousness
With desirable appeal: decent
And dressed up in snug, light blue jeans, and a tee;
Contoured and compact and carried with panache.

I lend my voice to extol your traits:
Uncountable times it must have been
Uttered in numerous, flowery complements –
How you are fair like the noonday sun;
And fairer still like a glowing star;
How your eyes burn with a golden hue –
You’re beautiful, it is so true!

Ị na-amuke amuke
Ka kpakpando;
Ocha gị juputara ka olaedo
Na enweghị ntụpọ!
Ọmalịcha nwa dị ụtọ,
Mma gị na-eme obi m pọlị pọlị!

 

Copyright ©November 30, 2017. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.

No Loss

Like when words kill
Your school boy enthusiasm.
No venturing beyond that perimeter fence;
No soccer on the lush and inviting manicured lawns.
Play is good but here’s the limit.

The super ego chuckles with bubbly schadenfreude:
I told you.

Never was a waste of time, or moments, or energy, or feelings, or laughs, or thoughts, or even love.
This universe wastes nothing –
All things get spent,
And then recycled.

Copyright ©November 21, 2017. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.