Andrew Okri

Photo by Wendy Pye

Upon well trodden pavement
Comes footfalls with light
Cold respite interrupted
Out of puffy blankets
Where dreams with traffic noise blend
The observer emerges
Unseen eyes open
In falls the world
Unfiltered and unjudged

On his cardboard castle
Arms stretched into footsteps stream
Ears open, twin tunnels of wax
Captive of endless partial conversations
Where cometh these varied accents
Animated or sometimes sullen or silent
Briskly walking by

Seated on his spot
A fixture of the city
Hunched, invisible but present
Through the sleets
Down the streets, debris wash
Soggy cardboard seat
Flowing into snow

In tip-less gloves
Wrapped in puffy duvets
Footsteps muffled by powdery flakes
Snow dusting of winter come
The penury of warmth

On his cardboard sledge
Snow-ridden, he descends the street

By Andrew Okri

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Photo by Wendy Pye

Make me a cavern of disinvolvement
So a dainty lass may sit
Build it on jeans burnished pew
Burnt umber hoodie adorned
Let her a Praying monk poise
Over slender limbs crossed

In sun bleached Sussex cadence
Scrupulous silence abide
Nose buried in black oval
Porcelain fingers scribble
Meshes from cryptic prose

Her couthy In God’s given peace
Tiny plimsoles wafts
Air laden with hopes
She labour the mind
On pleasured puzzles

Arrest Heraclitus’ change
On this hour held still
Rubber swoosh on tarmac hushed
Living in covid eyes
Where distance is norm

She consecrates the hour fully
For tomorrow is the sayers mercy
And today a fiery steed
A wary ride on Nelson’s pride
Mellow peacefully, sit darling sit

By Andrew Okri

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Photo by Katie Moum on Unsplash

One is never ready
For what awaits us
We experience existence
From vantage points
Obscured by the workings
Of salient forces

Churning the tides of happenstances
The forging of providence
or the making of prodigality
Your will the mould
Your Inner Strength the fire
Your determination the viscosity

Of the outcomes thereof

By Andrew Okri

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Photo by mwangi gatheca on Unsplash

Arms trembles across his face
Back tight in the corner braced
Reduced to the fetal position
The child within revealed
Through finger slats stared
At tall men stood
Menacing faced and armed
Shrunken to his basic animal
And birthed essence unveiled
His humanly heritage
And contrasting appearance
As angry eyes convey
Him out of the human race
And becomes a thing
Barely living but clinging
For eyes to stare long enough
To see the white of his eyes
And the fragile human staring back

By Andrew Okri

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A poem

Photo by Caleb Minear on Unsplash

Tethered to an alluring charm
Wide eyed and quiet steps
He bobs and weaves
His suit a haphazard of colours
And shoes with glinting toe caps

In a crowded pavement
He stood out like a billboard
He follows at a distance
Like a clown on a monocycle,

His prismatic appearance
Bares a harmless soul
Feigning a pavonine

Captivated by an idea
Too large to comprehend
In the instant

Wishing to be heard
To be seen in his roist
To make a visual statement
Flamboyant and capricious

Entralled by her aura
Irresitably servile to her magnetism
And Powerless to do no other
But to play the fool

By Andrew Okri

Dedicated to Phillipa Tshuku

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Andrew Okri

Andrew Okri

A poet of the copious jiffy. A student of lifes philosophies, technologist, mathematician and musician. Editor of Motor Racing Publication