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| ISBN-13: | 9781490731179 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Trafford Publishing |
| Publication date: | 07/09/2014 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 322 |
| File size: | 558 KB |
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Whispers of Love
True Love Poems
By Smithson Buchi Ahiabuike
Trafford Publishing
Copyright © 2014 Smithson Buchi AhiabuikeAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4907-3119-3
CHAPTER 1
What I Have To Give
I will make you a dear offer
One good offer that you cannot resist
I will give you my heart
The way it has never been
I will smother you with love
In a manner you have never been
The kind of love you can never resist
The kind of love you cannot refuse
Because I will treat you so well
Such that you cannot let me go
If only you can give me a chance
For this test, then you are in for it
Though I am not a magic man
It is only love that I have to give.
6:40 pm
March 4, 1994
Karu, Abuja
Thinking Of You
When I remember you, what do I see?
I see the diamonds dazzling the blue sea
When blue is all in a rainbow spree
When I smell you, the fragrance is rose
From your soothing smiles the morning sun arose
Making my spirit glitter and blossom a dose
In the echo of the quiet night I hear
Nothing but your stiletto voice so clear
Piercing my veto virgin thoughts so dear
Lacing my day with a moment of laughter
Wetting my lips like raindrops falling clatter
Putting my broken pieces of many parts together
When my early morning dreams really come true
Roving in style like swan, thinking of you.
11:00 am
February 14, 1992
Eastern Nigeria Medical Center
Uwani, Enugu
Someone To Love Me
Since I was born twenty-four years ago
I have never for once seen love flow
I have always had dreams and fantasies though
Of what it may sound for love to crow
Though I have fallen in love once
But my heart was reduced to an ounce
Since then I have been scared like mice
To offer my heart again for another sacrifice
For one thing, I do know very greatly
Is that I could give all I can very truly
To experience a little of my love dreams
Pouring over me like a fountain of rainbow beams
Ushering me into a new pinball world
Where I will no longer live in the cold
6:00 pm
March 5, 1994
Abuja clinics
Garki, Abuja
Smother Me With Love
If you know you could light my heart's embers
Then ask me for the key to its chambers
If you are convinced of what true love really means
Then I am someone in search of true love
For if, true love exists somewhere in Kubwa Hills
Then I am very ready with a heart to love
For even if it means turning all the leaves of grass
To find my heart throb somewhere in the clover
Then leave the path for me to truly pass
For if there is anything for a true lover
Then I am one lonesome heart in great need
For I will give my last energies to feel loved
For though the world craves for this seed
My heart is wondering whether am too late to be loved
6:35 am
March 15, 1994
Garki, Abuja
In Search Of True Love
I have had many enduring drills
To understand perhaps the least-lasting skills
With which to climb the rugged mountains of love
I have dared to venture across dangerous terrains
In earnest search to behold the lover's dove
To lead me to the love island full of hills and plains
I have had many sleepless nights brooding about love
Many times flying to the blue sky far above
Searching for love in endless white clouds
For I have from time and again dreamt of love
For I have crossed many oceans in their winds
For I have dug mines looking for these diamonds
Where the heart of true love was once buried
But when I got there, I was blind and wearied
I had no strength to explore the love caves
For even if Angels come to my rescue in waves
I could only feel my way to the lost treasures
Hidden away from man in the cave of the ancients
Lost to the rubble of the wisdom of the Saints
Which tell us to love our neighbors as ourselves
9:50 pm
February 11, 1994
Karu, Abuja
Tears Of Love
Watering my eyes are glass tears of love
The diamond tears of an endless crushing love
For I am in love with a virgin teenage girl
Who does not seem to love me as much
I write her letters every other week
I send her cards every other month
I also buy her presents whenever I can
She never says thank you. She never smiles
When she sees me she prefers to walk away
When I want to talk to her
She would rather frown her face
But when I forgot her in search of my star
She was crying and wetting her pillow all night
And I asked myself, "Why is love the way she is?
Why does she pretend when I needed her?"
And when I was gone she kept looking for me
I don't seem to understand all there is to it
Does love really grow and mature in pretense?
8:30 am
March 11, 1994
Karu, Abuja
Midnight Dreams
Let me say it all only to myself
For once I set my eyes on a dame
It was like snow falling on oneself
As my aura battled to an enduring game
I swore to keep my thirst only in her vine
For she is a rare gem from a nicety mine.
12:00 Midnight
February 19, 1993
Rimi, Katsina (NYSC)
In Our Little Ship—The Argosy
"What does he have in mind?"
She seems so sure to ask herself
What can I think about myself?
Seeing her looking so young and strong
What on earth can I not think about?
How could it not be the roses on her lips?
What can I not think about, her dropping eyeballs?
Could it not be her, the shiny black hair falling back?
What can I not think about, her volcanic innocence?
Could it not be her, the teeth as white as the clouds?
What can I not think about, her double dimples?
What can I not think about, her unusual unique kind
Could it not be her, my ruby, my heart throb?
How can I not think about just what I want?
Tell me please; tell me my pretty young thing
What can I say?
What can I do?
Where can I go?
If not just to say how much I care
If not to write poems with letters of her name
Even on the leaves of grass and bark of trees
To tell the world that I am head over heels
In love with a little virgin teenage girl
Who out of the purity of innocence
Is scared of just the man in me
As a distraction to her purity and long ambition
What can I do, even when I know her mind?
And who else on earth can I think about?
Who else can I dream about when I lay my head asleep?
What else do I want on this earth if not her?
And I am scared of being dumped a second time
Then what can I do?
Where can I go?
For I dream great dreams in tears of joy
When I will sail with her in our little ship
Then she would have grown much bigger
With bigger minds, bigger thoughts and greater ideals
And she can lend me a hand of help
When I seem to trip and fall in fear
Of being dumped in the open sea
To the joy of the songs of the angry waves
And in our little ship she named The Argosy
We will sail and sail to our own island
As the ripples are thrilled in ecstasy
There will be nothing more to think about
Except her, just her, just the two of us
"And what does he have in mind?"
She still seems to ask her little self
Even a little more confused than she ever was
12:30 pm
June 13, 1993
In a 504 taxi
Kano-Kaduna Expressway
Stream Of Love
Love flows like a liquid gold in a stream
Which soothes our hearts in an endless dream
Gripping us like an intoxicating venereal wine
Which bares us nude in our own twine
Love is as gentle as the moving clouds
Which brightens our day without any doubts
Leaving us to hover as freely as the swan
To heights where love consumes like a locust swarm
5:00 pm
July 10, 1993
Kubwa Stream
Abuja
Ripples Of Love
On a day at peace in the bed of a stream
Sitting on a rock to fall into a haunting dream
As the talking waters flow with soothing tunes
To cool our days in scenic sand dunes
Where a heart in search of a missing love
A love to keep and watch like the dove
While the busy ripples flow in its little cascades
Flowing to rapids and falls in distinct grades
As the happy leaves wave gently in smiles
To thank the winds for their blessings in styles
As the water flows and falls on rocks
As their slapping faces visit many docks
For there comes a time when our hearts are blue
When our love shares the cabins of our crew
To brighten our day at sea on a boat ride
Sailing far and near the waves of the ocean tide
As our hearts are heightened to elevated minds
Then our spirits are spurred to cruise with the winds
As the day is blessed with the warmth of our kisses
While our emotions rise and fall with our wishes
With the days warm and busy like the dragon fly
Like our love learns to soar into the evening sky
Just at the very moment we needed it most
To pay for the moments we all seemed lost.
4:20 pm
July 10, 1993
Kubwa Stream, Abuja
She I
Like the mist in the early morning rains
Like the rainbow in the white clouds of mist
I witnessed her glorious descent down the plains
When spotless swans fly across in joy of twist
Taking over me like raindrops of love
Pouring down the hills in sun-splashed splendor
Chilling my bones like the early morning dove
Seeking to possess me with a thrill of pleasure
Steering my ship home to the Island of Love
For she is the healing breeze from the east side
Like the rainbow spree in the white clouds above
She is the love Scud emerging from the west tide
Aimed directly at my endless lovesick heart
Overwhelming me with her love Scud missile
Beating down the pregnant cloud to Mother Earth
Offering me more than I bargained for a while
8:30 pm
April 19, 1994
Karu FHA Estate
Abuja
Learning To Love
Our hearts and our minds in search
Through an endless need for a stretch
We soon learn the great art of love
Like an innocent little child in a grove
For our souls from time that never ends
Craves for nothing but love as life amends
And smoothens the plaques standing on our ways
For when we live and learn to love always
Then our inner minds acquire a new spirit
That endures to reap an endless benefit
Not necessarily from the flesh and blood
But more importantly from a heavenly flood
Which searches our minds and thoughts in want
And bless our souls when the needs are sacrosanct
11:54 am
February 2, 1994
Karu, Abuja
On A Certain Girl At School
Nma, you cannot see yourself to make reviews
So I wish to express my feelings in your avenues
To make my emotion-laden point short and clear
You are to me accommodating, attractive and dear
Your company is treasured like gold
Thus my determination to make a go with bold
You are the ideals of my great imagination
So show me your true colors and position
Remember it is not easy to be turned
When one's love is not evenly returned
It becomes very difficult and bitter
More so, when one's emotions are in a tether
Though it is neither my fault nor yours
The response to natural impulse sometimes leaves us crushed
12:30 pm
July 27, 1984
Federal Government College
Enugu
The American Fever
As a boy I used to hum like the bumblebee
Then I fell in love with a girl quite unlike me
We got along and dreamt great and innocent sweet dreams
Our thoughts and aspirations did ripple like great streams
And we proposed to sail on board just the two of us
We battled, we swatted with great inspirations thus
Within the four walls of the Lion's Den on soft green hills
Where great academic drills sublimated with diverse skills
Where Boys and Girls traversed to mature into Men and Women
With an olive-branch as exalted as the flowing fountain pen
Here my girl professed how much she loves me like glue
With my innocent heart I was swept away without a clue
That an alien American bug had arrived a night after
Bitten her, infected her, and they sailed away with laughter
Leaving me empty and lonely without even a Dear John letter
May 15, 1993
Block 84, Flat 3 (Comoros)
OAU Summit Quarters
Asokoro District
Abuja
Tell The Hands Of The Clock
Tell the hands of the clock
That my chin is smooth without beard
While my hair is dark though grey preferred
Tell the hands of the clock
That my thoughts and actions are shallow
Without the touch of years soft like pillow
Tell the hands of the clock
That I want to be a man and old
Wise like the tortoise as I was told
Tell the hands of the clock
That the grip of youth is too hard on me
While my mind cannot crystallize in its plea
Tell the hands of the clock
That she has decided to leave me
Wicked enough because am young and same
Tell the hands of the clock
That wealth which comes with age
Has robbed me of my love on stage
Tell the hands of the clock
That am pregnant with youth
While scared of giving birth to a glut
Tell the hands of the clock
That am eager to grow as tall as a shadow
Preferred though a baby with smiles aglow
Tell the hands of the clock
That am young and strong with vigor
And that it should not come to my celebration with rancor
9:30 am
August 3, 1991
Ajuh's house
Doma Road, Lafia
Ripples In My Bathtub
Every morning I step into my bath
Warming and soothing my nerves to a path
With myself playing it really nude
With all my appendages feeling rather good
My memory flashed back to Adam and Eve
Wandering and gathering in Eden without a sleeve
Then they later had Cain, Abel, and Seth
And I asked myself how does the sun set
For a wonder super baby to be born
First, where is my Eve yet to adorn
A super baby to smile in my arms
Soothing my nerves like the Jordan balms
My heart melts for a young pretty dame
For now, I am scared of the love game
Having dabbled into it and got some boots
Then going back home to trace greater roots
I saw an Eve, young at heart a charming girl
With great a family gene as the marble tile
Will she accept to marry me? I asked
For that is a riddle and my task
Though a young lad with less behind
Born with nothing except my unique kind
Searching for someone to share my thought
Hunting for a heart to read my great worth
And equate them not equal to silver or gold
But something worth more than the eyes can behold
Then I ask my God that if a good wonder woman
Be manna, let me have enough just for one man
7:40 am
January 26, 1993
Rimi, Katsina (NYSC)
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Introduction, xiii,Prologue, xv,
What I Have To Give, 1,
Thinking Of You, 2,
Someone To Love Me, 3,
Smother Me With Love, 4,
In Search Of True Love, 5,
Tears Of Love, 6,
Midnight Dreams, 7,
In Our Little Ship—The Argosy, 8,
Stream Of Love, 10,
Ripples Of Love, 11,
She I, 12,
Learning To Love, 13,
On A Certain Girl At School, 14,
The American Fever, 15,
Tell The Hands Of The Clock, 16,
Ripples In My Bathtub, 17,
TEENAGE LOVE, 18,
She II, 20,
A Little Kindness Shows, 21,
Ode To All American Girls, 22,
The Princess Of Eluama, 24,
Ode To Elegant Daughters Of Eluama, 26,
True Love, 29,
Ode To Bianca A Celebrated Beauty Queen At School, 33,
In Search Of A Fulani Girl, 36,
Treasure Hunt, 38,
Ode To A Fulani Girl, 40,
When Girls Fall In Love, 42,
The Bitter Truth, 44,
East Of Kubwa Hills, 46,
Love In Kubwa Hills, 48,
She III, 50,
Recipe For Love, 51,
Trials Of A Spinster, 53,
"Make A Better Place", 55,
Ode To Intimidations Of Feminism, 57,
Ode To Wedlock, 60,
Pageant Of Longer Poems,
But Then She Left Him, 65,
When The Love Died, 75,
The Love We Shared, 79,
When Girls Fall In Love, They Soliloquise, 83,
Too Young To Love, 90,
Images Of Love, 96,
Ode To Nma: Never Love A Teenage Girl, 99,
Nature Is Romantic, 108,
Tell Nma, 111,
Take A Message To Nma, 117,
Tell My Dear Mother, 121,
My Love, My Dreams, 128,
Waiting At The Airport, 132,
The Import Of Your Silence, 136,
"Not Him Again", 141,
Please Don't Say No, 144,
Don't You Know, 147,
Bond Of Love, 152,
Endless Love, 156,
Lost In Kubwa Hills, 162,
Winds Of Love In Hard Times, 169,
Crescent Green Kubwa Hills, 178,
Behind The Crescent Kubwa Hills, 180,
A Night Before, 183,
Trials Of Princess Diana, 188,
Ode To An American Swallow, 192,
Tell The Waterfalls, 195,
Rumbles In My Heart, 199,
Ask The Queen Of Love, 206,
Please Take Over Me, 212,
Tell The Beauty Of African Women, 219,
Ode To Monic, 223,
Ode To Naomi Campbell, 227,
When The Fountains Of Love Have Dried, 229,
Unsealed Love Letters,
Today Is Your Birthday, 237,
I Cannot Wait Any Longer, 241,
I Am Sorry For Ever Knowing You, 246,
I Am Sorry For Loving You, 250,
I Didn't Create Myself, 255,
Please Forgive Me, 264,
I Will Really Miss You, 270,
I Don't Know What To Do, 273,
The Dust Is Swallowing My Toes, 279,
Sweet Tears Of Joy, 285,
A Night Before The Valentine, 292,
The Valentine's Day, 296,
My Love Has Been Sealed, 302,