By Sandra C. Obiora. Written 7th February 2022
‘Let Us make man in Our image,
After Our likeness’
was on one newly created day uttered
By the One who existed before time began.
Category Archives: Poems by Apoetsbrain
Balloon Called Pleasure
An Apoetsbrain Original. All rights reserved © Written 15th December 2021
It’s shine cannot be ignored.
Big and bright. Laced in gold.
Begging to be held and owned.
Sparkling, distracting, exciting.
Thus you reach out in a heartbeat.
You stretch forth to grasp it.
The Burden of Will
An Apoetsbrain Original. All rights reserved © Written 5th January 2022
I am doing what we humans do. Just like birds perch, I am
Standing quietly on the front porch.
Overseeing the activities of fellow human beings.
The man drawing on a smoke seated beneath a weeping tree.
The man walking his dog in his winter pajamas.
His dog’s tail wagging aggressively.
The street vendor playing his sales recording ceaselessly.
The ethnic man taking a pandering walk around the neighbourhood.
The youths moving around with the apparent burden of adulthood.
The Face of God
An Apoetsbrain Original. All rights reserved © Written 21st August 2021
We all are the very face of God.
The haughtiness in this one
The timidity in that one
The dismissiveness in this one
And the ephemeral nature of the other
These are but the face of God.
Forgotten Lover
An Apoetsbrain Original 2011 ©
It appears you must always be by my side
For me to think more about you.
I know I may promise you now
That I will think about you everyday that you are away,
But we both know that is untrue. Continue reading Forgotten Lover
The Advent
An Apoetsbrain Original 8/12/21 ©
One quiet night 2000 plus years ago, heaven and earth collided in silence.
A baby was born.
Born to a virgin.
Born to heal the sick
Born to raise the dead
Continue reading The Advent
Decades Come and Go
An Apoetsbrain Original © Written 31st December 2019
As I look out my window at bleak skies,
As I feel my way through the winter chill
As I think of glories past
As I dwell on things to come. Continue reading Decades Come and Go
The Missing Game
*Note: This poem has been published with the New York Public Library Zine 2017 ©
It begins as a creeping thought. Like an itch.
Easy to ignore, difficult to locate.
It graduates into an illness, and soon your mind is stuck on replay.
Like a swarm of butterflies with needles in their mouths.
Grey Skies II
Poem by Sandra Chukwudumebi Obiora. 13/10/2020 All rights reserved ©
The Melancholy of grey skies is something I seek after.
Desperate at times to find myself.
Desperate to remain in that blankness,
Desperate to flee bright skies.
Continue reading Grey Skies II
Heart Burn
An Apoetsbrain Original. © All rights reserved.
I feel it. In my chest, and in my throat.
As though a snail has lodged itself in my soul.
Sliding and slicing. Bringing with it poisons. Continue reading Heart Burn
The Morphology of You
An Original Poem by Sandra Chukwudumebi Obiora Written 24th December 2011©
The distance between us
Only allows me to know you by memory. Continue reading The Morphology of You
Birthing Emeralds
An Apoetsbrain Original ©
One great man was mocked because of his lifelong agenda and effort to bring about peace in his community.
This man worked, strived, suffered and later died for peace.
He will be seen as a peace maker, the reconciler, the forgiver of many many wrongs.
He welcomed the concept of generosity, and begged that each man care for his neighbor. Continue reading Birthing Emeralds
We Now Know It All
An Apoetsbrain Original © 2012
When it comes to love, there is nothing new or surprising anymore.
We now know it all.
In short, we know too much to expect too much.
Gone are the days when we knew not what to anticipate. Continue reading We Now Know It All
Friendless in Her Underwear
An Apoetsbrain Original ©
It used to be that she had too many friends. Now it seems like she has no one to call her own. Continue reading Friendless in Her Underwear
Birthing Emeralds
An original Piece by Apoetsbrain ©
One great man was mocked because of his lifelong efforts to bring about peace in his community.
This man worked, strived, suffered and later died for peace.
He will be seen as a peace maker, the reconciler, the forgiver of many many wrongs.
He welcomed generosity, and begged that each man care for his neighbor. Continue reading Birthing Emeralds
Deception
Written by Sandra C. Bamisile ©
Beloved, you are being deceived.
You cannot see it. Neither can you tell why.
The one beside you right now, despises you.
The illusion is that they care. But they do not. Continue reading Deception
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