Warm sun brings you forth
Up! Up, from the earth
Shrouded in beauty
Is all my eyes see;
Pure white covers you
Like snow or as wool
Yes! You are pristine,
Pretty White Jasmine
Say, you’re so tender
Hmm, little wonder
Cupid wanted you;
Amongst his choice few
For your sweet fragrance
Takes me into trance
And I dream of love
Of olives and it’s grove;
Of rhythm and blues
As I sit and muse
Sweet smelling Jasmine
With fragrance lasting
Some ask what you mean
‘Gift from God’, you mean!
I love your aura
Dear Persian flower

© Chukwudi Isaac

Dear Book

I remembered when it was just us
When you and I painted pictures
You did the painting, and I the seeing
Seeing we both had each other in mind
Every stroke of the pen was new
Stories were told; them I barely knew
You smeared smiles that was familiar
Those I can and can’t remember
You made me smell the gentle breeze
And sail with you on ocean breeze
I could taste the grapes and cherries
And sing along the song that merries
Sometimes you made me cry
And ask why? O why?
Other times you kept me on suspense
Wondering when it will all make sense
Sometimes I marked you
So I could run back to you
For being with you made me stand out
And be the leader of the crowd
I hope others love you
As much as I do
For as I look at you on my shelf
With loving admiration and breath
Dear book, let others see you
The way I do…

© Chukwudi Isaac


Like a seed, thoughts take control of us,

Consuming us of every inch of greatness, belief, faith

But they won’t take our dignity

Like seeds, we choose what to water, what to neglect,

But that is far from easy when we detect pain, the insecurity that stems so far down within us, that we are blinded to the point it is a part of us.


Like a seed, we can choose where we want to grow,

Where we want to be seen, far above the soil,

Far above what we really are.

But everything around us doesn’t make us.

It is what lies inside of us

What hides so deep into our hearts, our soul that nothing can take that away,

That glimpse of hope, love, passion and light we hold so tightly because we are just like that,

Seed who is fighting through its environment to become what HE/SHE wants to become and sees

But that the problem, what do we see?

are we our own limitations?

Or are we just, seeds.


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