Poetry from Excel Chinagorom Michael

Writhing the ghost after my eternity

X

this cave is without
a bed of sleep.

IX

I wonder why it wander-
it enthrone the owlet eyes.

VIII

a mermaid lurking around
& I peep through the sun's eyes.

VII

all I could see is a ghost
equivalent to a pain.

VI

but i stumbled into the mist
& survive the axemen.

V

10:25 pm. 
I planted a bug.

IV

my guests work in
through the belly of the moon.

III

ushers me serviette-
it calls night corpse 

II

I reply with a prophecy
& they became a bomb blast.

I

dear axeman, the womb you sprung
will soon roar your death certificate.

Gunfire

X

tell my body that it must burn to ashes
without pruning gaiety
from the root of innocent.

IX

my mother womb is never ready
to sprout infernos of hatred
into a raging passion. 

VIII

So why flauntest out thy brawniness 
knowest that thou must suntan
from the raging fire? 

VI

a no-to-war
is never a quit to war
rather, it's defying to go before time;

VI

not stark cold
not at rest,
but to avoid combustion quickly.

V

this body did not want to war
this body is a castle
full of peace and worry.

IV

this body— a nightmare
loading its rear
to untune a bliss.

III

teach me how to empty a bullet
& a biceps of fire
sprouting like weeds

II

& that Man of fire
defying death in it eyes
after the bomb blast.

I

from the stem of war
infernos is trigger in the heart
& a man without courage must burn to ashes.


Bio: Excel Chinagorom Michael is a Writer and a poet from the suburbs of Aba, Nigeria. He's concerned in documenting reality into streams of words. He writes unorthodoxy; poetry and articles on diverse subject. His poems are forthcoming or published in poemify publishers Inc, and kreative diadem. He's a blogger, graphics designer and a Paint producer.