Monday, 25 July 2022

Eight Tanka Poems by Uchechukwu Onyedikam



Tanka Poems

 

On plane thought sailing,

tap dance, clicking memories

luring the night's scene

jealous of the moon and stars

petals blooms in summer rain

 

 

Dark jar of secrets

brim full they might run over

you — who keeps the gate

seated idly man on guard

manning the night fade away

 

 

Behind this rich field

of honour, look, you will see

a man digging rows

herding his flocks on green lawns

naming his divine blessings  

 

 

Seated in the dark

watching the frigid night smokes

panic off a blunt

as I listen to drum roll

giving praises to my toil

 

 

By virtue fall we

stand to rise from mortal coil

as we sail in grace

of heavenly melody

speaking life to the lifeless

 

 

In multi-coloured 

dreams of passion I was placed

on drip to well up...

to rise above shackled dreams

and set down my agenda

 

 

Year of no Light we

glow in dark shadow's night-life —

sip on its madness

healing on its medicine

craving its touch and beauty

 

 

Even though I'm tossed

to and fro by troubled wind,

still planted in calm

yes, still singing hosanna 

to the Highest who made you!

 

Uchechukwu Onyedikam is of the Igbo origin. He's a Nigerian Poet who was born and raised in Lagos, Nigeria. He was introduced to Poetry while he was chasing a career in Engineering at NBC Technical Training College by a friend (and classmate) Jaji Abdulwahab whose friendship inspired the creative art in him.

Under the pseudonym Mystic Poet, he drives is art by allowing the genuine influence of poetry reflect the times without fearing to be judged by being "correct" when addressing issues with his art. 

And currently he has a manuscript, a collection of poetry containing the dark & beauty of life that he looks forward to putting out anytime soon.

Mystic Poet is open to collaborate with other creative artists around the world who has passion in story-telling through the genuine art of poetry.

Twitter is his cybercrip where you can always meet him feeling at home, honing his craft.

 

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