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THE DREAM  

(An English Sonnet) by ChiomaOnwudiwe/2016

 

 

For truth be told, the plan I never saw
The dream I beheld the story I lived
Stepping forth in brilliance, free from hell's jaw
The call embraced, to the vision I cleaved
Had I foreseen a role deep yet lofty?
Did fate play a card in a game unclear?
Was it worth the price I paid so hefty?
How sure are the steps that had led me there?
Oh bless the hands of time that turned for good
Treasures that ploys so wickedly dispersed
Things in place as originally should
And gravels of pain, their wounds be reversed
I awake to joy like a sunshine beam
Boldly I arise to the noble dream

                 

What splendid and blessed blossom I see

Indeed I speak of you dear blooming spring

The hoisting of hopes and gladness you bring

The wet dew on dreams that are yet to be

When once I could not beyond darkness see

And chains of doubt would drag like a string

Despair marched bold like in a circus ring

I longed for the Light, I sought to be free

Do not rush in before your time is set

The snow must melt and then will slowly drain

Should we soon smoother winter's harsh refrain?

I wonder dear spring, but I think not yet

But while on this banter and thoughtful train

I bid showers bye, my tears and the rain

 

 

THE SPRING OF LIFE   
(An Italian Sonnet) by ChiomaOnwudiwe/Copyright 2015

LABOUR'S LANGUISH  

(An English Sonnet) by Chioma Onwudiwe /2015 (Revised)


 

For what toil we at the break of day?

That wearies the mind and creases our brow
It leads to the doubt that won't go away
And it inquires of what? where? and how?
For what do we hope from the rising sun?

Our pestered hearts longs but still does not see

What do we hold that may soon up and run
As we just shrug our shoulders and let it be
For all that we did to claim one more stake
In all we have sold to grasp boundless gain
When all of our push gives way for that break
When joy does gently kiss away all pain
Then labour's triumph will stand strong and secure
While we bask in the reward of sweet lure

 

 

 

CUT  BUT  NOT  CONQUERED

(An English Sonnet) by Chioma Onwudiwe/2017

 

The thought hit me like a bolt of thunder

Opening doors to a course never seen

Such a revelation like no other

Leading me to paths I had never been

Maybe this little girl could laugh again

From seeing her mother’s receding form

Or watching her father’s hidden pain

This brainchild would regain a new norm

My concept bloomed with undaunted glory

As it breathe life to everything around

Truth would unfold into a great story

So I thought, but hardly what I found

This vision so often cut from its place

Still stands unwavering in divine grace

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For what do we toil at the breaking of day?

That wearies the mind and creases our brow

It leads to the doubt that won't go away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It raises the questions of what? where? and how?

For what do we hope with the rising of the sun?

That had pestered our hearts and yet we don't see

And what do we hold that may soon choose to run

As we just shrug our shoulders and then let it be

For all that we've done to claim one more stake

In all that we sold to grasp boundless gain

When all of our push gives way for that break

When joy does gently kiss away all the pain

Then labour's sure triumph will stand strong and secure

As we bask in the reward of victory's sweet lure

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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