Friday, August 28, 2015

This Winter's Day


this winter’s day
comes
with a vengeance
cold and foggy
like Mount Thredbo
the warmest
thing around here
is my
lover’s heart




© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

The Seeds of Hope


the seeds of hope

in my orbit sublime

fuelling the inner glow...

how sweet is the magic

fragrance of joy!




© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Wireless Armour


i feel the real essence of the moment
as love and beauty blossom
like the fragrant lilies of the realm
like the wandering rose; tasting the digital fruit
on the fertile crescent of the soul

you sing my name
in the virtual world of changing images
of pleasure and pain
of tweets and texts and digital speak
and the daily diet of selfie in the multimedia universe
feeding the young minds
across the radiation divide
showing the intensity
of the attachment on the naked screen

behold the mystery of life
in my orbit of delight,
a flash of wireless armour
against the evil forces and the absolute power
of the wifi beam of light
that penetrates the global network of popular culture…
arousing
a flood
of complex emotions
at work
and play
on the electronic whiteboard of time
a totem symbol of seduction
under the cyber moon



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Migrant Dreaming


you arrive
in the big brown land of wonder
with a pocket full of dreams
walking the tightrope
of ambition; looking for the new dawn of hope
with lustful eyes
knowing too well
that in the passage of time
your life
will change forever

naked waves of delight dance
on the fatal shore
celebrating the new dawn
the sacred nature of migration
in the age of reason

you do what it takes
to imagine the future with confidence
building a new life
on the wings of passion
and breaking the wicket cycle
of disadvantage

you win the battle
for survival in the ancient
landscape
where dreams are made
under
the fragrant moon.

i watch with great delight
as you embrace
the golden wattle
in the first light of dawn
feeling the pulse of the nation within

you bathe
in her inner glow of beauty
thinking of the flowing
rivers of honey
as the future blooms like the roses of heaven

how wonderful
is the mesmerizing sound
of the divine poetry
on the road to utopia?
this is
what true dreams
are made of



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Tuesday, August 04, 2015

Seeds of the Fragrant Moon


you create
the monuments
of meaning
and beauty
in the playground
of the divine
as my heart beats for you
in the moist hour

i feel the warmth
of your trembling flesh
in the garden of dreams
where the random
droplets of love fall
like the shadows of beauty
like the sweet petals of glory
soothing my heart

you enrich my soul
with the light of your inner beauty
sowing the mysterious
seeds of passion
in the secret places of the heart
under
the fragrant moon
this winter’s night



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Sons and Daughters of Dreaming


they look beyond
the famish years of old
and the war’s clouding
view of the past…
tickling the rainbow
in a new world
of fun and laughter

how sweet is the music
of recovery in the game of life
when dreams come true
with golden hands of passion
seeking the true essence of things
under
the rising sun

waves of grain...
who says the new migrant does not
a good citizen make?

witness the rise
and rise
of a whole new world
of progress in African diaspora
a sense of optimism in the ‘hood of delight
a splash of colour
as the light of destiny glows
ever so brightly each passing day

the heart sings through
the imagined universe of the harvest moon
as the seed of life blossoms

it’s the rebirth of hope
in the secret places of the heart
a change in the human condition
in the new and emerging
communities Down Under

now that i have taken the path unknown
feeding the hungry child with joyful petals of light
the sons and daughters of dreaming have learnt their lesson
mastering the great art of survival;
awakening the internal rhythms
of the senses
in a complex society


© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

The Lucky Bird


i sail through
the tributaries of thought
this winter’s night
searching
for your divine light
in the island of the formless
listening
to the sound
of your gentle voice calling

you are the lucky bird
of desire made of beauty’s bloom
bright and cheerful
as this beam of light
on my windowsill

quite truly, you are
the rosebud of my dreams
the silent promise
of dawn
in my greatest hour of need

you are the flame
of flames sublime
the communion fruit of the soul
lubricating
my tongue
in the lush garden of the mind



© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo