Seeds of Life

i seize the defining moment
of wonder as the earth-like planet sizzles
with the sweetest sounds of life
outside our solar system; reading the first stanza
of the divine poetry of desire.

then, I witness the birth of love particles
in the primordial pond of time in the transit of Venus
how delightful is the dawn of reason?
how wonderful is the thinking flower of your essence,
the splash of light on my humble soul!

the colourful
butterflies flutter ever so gracefully
in the glittering disc
of the youthful sun; sharing the gift of rose divine;
creating a brand new world of passion

inspired by the rising bloom of beauty,
the gentle thoughts of love tickle
my emotional bones
(in a romantic and ethereal sort of way)
this day of endless fun

i fly over the crescent moon in silence;
carrying the sacred seeds of life foretold;
melting into the luminous soul of the beloved
in the dreamy landscape of destiny; shining like the mystery
star of desire in the hidden places of the heart.


© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

The Son of the Mighty Nile

he breaks through the cloud

like the wandering star of the dreamtime;

seeking refuge; walking along the golden sands of time sublime

(with nothing but a pocket full of hope)

this desperate son of the mighty Nile; this refugee from

the divine cradle of light, whose blissful tongue foretold

a brand new dawn guided by faith…

i watch as he picks up the stimulating fragments

of life on the fatal shore under

the sensitive nose of destiny;

drinking a cupful of desire in the summer’s lazy daze;

taking the first step to freedom with tender foot

and, now, with a glowing skin of perfection

he dances like an angel before my naked eyes

© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

The Arrival of Julie Shaka

Julie Shaka arrives in the festival city with tears of joy in her eyes, as new love blossoms in earnest. Now, she sits like Nefertiti’s kitten; counting her blessings. She is stylish and elegant, a refugee from way back, a child of poverty and tragedy, who holds the early light of dawn in her delicate hands.

Her infectious smile captures the moment as she glides along the dreamtime passage with gusto; storming the citadel of learning, one day in spring.

she sits under

the golden wings of progress

petals of hope

Meanwhile, Julie reflects upon her life-long struggle for survival, her epic journey to the ancient Land of Oz, and the endless search for freedom with an openness that cuts through my humble heart.

she sings my name

with flaming lips of wonder…

frisky moon

And now, as the earth moves in wonderful ways; bending the wandering beam of light, Julie reads the divine stanza of life with limpid eyes; finding her inner beauty; savouring the special moment of desire.

she feeds the hungry

atoms along the scented lane

nourishing my soul

© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

The Sacred Dance

i spring into action
like the crazy cloud of time
like the dreamtime
poet of Oz in the luminous
vortex of desire

i ride the colourful beam
of light like the rainbow warrior on heat
painting another
layer of intimacy in the lonely
heart of the beloved

the Wild Rose
in her element; bending
the divine light
singing my name as love particles
capture the moment

infinitely
gentle words of passion
mingle with
the vivid colours of wonder
stoking the flame

the delicate
finger of the mind
finds its way
through my hungry soul under
the scarlet light of spring

the Moonflower
palace opens its inner sanctum
breaking the secret
code; enriching my life; revealing
the mystery of the universe

the fearless nuclei
and the dividing cells in the sacred
dance of creation…
warming my heart with love as
the earth moves


© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

The First Flower of Spring

you are the beam of light

the blushing molecule of wonder

oozing desire

immersed in your inner beauty

i lie calmly like the chosen son of the realm

cherry blossoms

i plunder your divine

essence, the precious nectar of the first

flower of spring

the glorious pollen

of perfection liberates my consciousness

nourishing my humble soul

breathless

with excitement

you dance to the rhythm of the earth

you fill my pillow of

light with waves of desire; quivering like

the tender heart of spring

you wrap me

tightly with the divine petals of love

the secret language of the soul

the moon sings along the

fragrant passages as you stir my heart with

the colourful dreams of home

 

© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Love Blossoms

from refugee

to citizen in fancy clothing…

waltzing like a hero

true love blossoms

like the spring flower of wonder

like the golden light of dawn

we wrestle (you and I)

with the gentle waves of passion

seizing the moment

you burn my lips

with the flame of love divine

purifying my soul

i jump over

the naked moon in the nick of time

sowing the seeds of destiny

you quiver

in ecstasy; kissing & yearning…

scarlet lips dripping with honey

two souls become one

in the defining moment; giving form to chaos

this precious day

i bathe in the splendour of your

inner beauty; thriving on the intoxicating

fragrance of your essence,

© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

Wings of Passion

i shelter under
the glowing wings of passion
finding clarity…
reading the poetry of desire
in a room
furnished with autumn leaves

your infectious smile
runs through my veins
like the bubbly songs of spring
like the divine lyrics of the African haiku
warming my spirit to the core
this special moment

time brings forth
the creative impulse in us, the sacred rhythms
of being, the dance of love molecules
in the dazzling darkness of seduction
plucking the frisky moon…
carrying the fecund fragments of life within

you are
the precious gift of desire
the luminous petals of thought
the delicate flower of wonder
whose divine nectar nourishes
my hungry soul

© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo