Tony Cemaluk

Tony Cemaluk Poems

PROMISE not pounded yam when you can't
pound pounded yam; worst, under oath,
when you can, but compromise instead to pound cocoyam.
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She did not hire hands,
She became the hands.

Carton upon carton,
...

She fought a war without war weaponry,
No gun, no sword, no army at her gate.

Planting season,1974.
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She marched, rather than wandered.
She marched in the wilderness of Widowhood
without windows of hope, of help.
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For close to four decades,
It has stood on marble.

Not on sand.
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They said Nwanyi can't do this,
Can't eat that,
Can't own this,
Can't mount that.
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They buried a man, Malukwuo, in planting season,1974,
But they planted the heir, Cemaluk.

Death buried him to sleep,
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They thought the compound fell
Because its walls were low and loose,
Because its gates were wooden and weak,
Because its zinc had rust and dust.
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She did not hire carriers.
She became the carrier.
And I became the carrier, too.
We became the carriers.
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The lights dimmed one by one,
as we held hands in the dark, one last time,
no goodbye — only quiet of silence,
grip loosed, left our cold, feeble hands
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HE sees our pure heart,
Not our poor pocket.
He weighs intention, not income.
He hears the heart, not the hype.
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Not total domination — Just total devotion.
They gave me six slots, I gave them my soul.

Mama said: Don't scatter. So I wrote until
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Not coin in pocket — but coin in tongue.

Cemaluk did not mint gold, he minted meaning.
They said define it — He lived it.
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He died defending truth,
In planting season,1974.
Forty-one years, so strong, so true,
Eze Malukwuo Okwe!
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He was thirteen,
Not man, not child,
Palm-wine still fresh in his father's gourd
When the tree took him.
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Do not wrestle in the square,
That is how Diokpala loses.
The market loves noise,
Ancestors love record.
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Allowed Anomaly,
Rooted.
Not in shrine,
In sitting room.
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He did not inherit gold.
He inherited a responsibility.

He did not inherit a throne of silver.
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From larger family,
I trace my line.

Not to gold,
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Tony Cemaluk Biography

Son of Chief EzeMalukwuo, Onwurah Nwoye Egbuonu & Mrs Cecilia Ekwubisionu Malukwuo Egbuonu(nee Ugbo) and the author of Life alive encomium, echoes of An Amazing Amazon as well as articles on coffee Arabica leaf decoction formula, JohnU Tisane. Author of Echoes of An Amazing Amazon ODNNNN (. https: //selar.com/7667713595.) He is a reputable Nutritional and Toxicological Biochemist and Molecular Biochemist with a passion for poems and desire to be counted among poets. This serves to document my modest contribution to pathos poetic world. The collection, a product of original thought, spanned many years and, traversed vast areas of human endeavour, including history and metaphysics. Not trained in prose writing, it may not withstand critics lens. Nevertheless, many of the contents will entertain, educate and elevate many. #Tony-Cemaluk #TonyCemaluk #ChineduCemaluk #CEMALUK

The Best Poem Of Tony Cemaluk

Compromised Promise

PROMISE not pounded yam when you can't
pound pounded yam; worst, under oath,
when you can, but compromise instead to pound cocoyam.

Whenever compromise is common,
as dump sites accommodated in living abodes,
unlike uncommon common sense,
they, the minority, can't keep promises.

Don't think the majority don't know;
they did. How could they keep it
with feeble fingers?

Sure to be, as usual, compromised
promises of the Corrupt.
For how long? How long would they
come, promise, and compromise
their; after all, predictable potential predicament?

Anyway, they move, and anyhow, they too
move, their own ways.
One in piteous plenty, the other
in pitiable penury, from foreseen
injury of perjury.
#TonyCemaluk #ChineduCemaluk #CEMALUK

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Tony Cemaluk Quotes

Essence ends with expression.

To live, be dead to public opinion.

Reduce but promote reaction and proaction, respectively.

The moment I died in you, you died in me. Tony Cemaluk#Chinedu Cemaluk #CEMALUK

GAG YOUR MOUTH OR IT GAGS YOU BEYOND IT Did and Supported can never mix; One does, the other clicks. You can't bottle fire in a paper cup — Active will break the bottle. Doers do. Supporters support. Never confuse both.

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