Friday, July 29, 2011

My collection of Poems

NINETEEN SIXTY.

October nineteen sixty,
A new dawn emerged, deep in the heart of Africa,
History in the making,
As green white green flag substitute the red white blue one.
Bright smiles Balewa, Nnamdi and Awolowo
Proudly gazed at the no mean attainment.

Our pride, our home, our heritage
The treasure of their selflessness
The capital of the world’s natural resources
Endowed with honorable, happy, industrious inhabitants

From the courage and bravery of our survival,
In a hostile, humanless slave trade and colonialism,
Come a nation standing optimistically gallant,
Keenly nurtured now matured for earnest task.

Paisanos evince no perfidious deportment.
Instead wrap ourselves in the flag.
It’s Nigeria at 50,
Let’s put the flags out.


NOBODY MADE USELESS.

Every has something valuable,
To transport him to fame and fortune.
Nobody made useless.
Everybody is priceless.

Yesterday may be senseless,
Strive to start making sense.
Develop your character, your gift,
You are design a winner.
You are of essence.
No one can deny it or take it.

Put courage to emerge stronger.
Embrace wisdom to evolve better.
Show the gift don’t shot it.
Dress it, don’t dry it.
Water it, nurture it, cheritsh it to prominence.
Never waste it.

It is yours to shine not to shatter.
Stay calm, don’t be cruel
Stay studious don’t be sluggish
You never become something doing nothing.


He is my Shepherd.

Work up, time showed six.
Reflect on yesterday nothing in life is fix.
Before anything, God comes first.
Evening comes he makes me rest.

Days open and close, the lord my fortress.
Is a life of industry, am rewarded with progress.
Nothing distressing.
Am physically, mentally fit.
Its God’s graciousness,
Not my greatness.

My knees on the ground,
My head bow,
Tears poured,
I am humbled,
The devil crumbled,
My faith kindled.

God, my infinite gratitude,
From my baptized attitude.


FULLY NAKED.

As if to attest to a claim of wholeness,
She appeared naked, fully rounded,
Exposing the naturallity of her ecstasy,
Stealing the show in every vicinity.

Clothing her nakedness seems rather shameful
Instead, nude she freezed in the nucleus of the firmament,
Tempting all visible eyes,
Pouring with reckless abandonment,
Her acatalectic lack of decency with,
A vehement vigour of aggression.

Her glary nude display was as oppressive,
As she appeared to be abusive.

Plenty perspiration glide our burned skins.
Chilled litres of waters we consumed to regulate temperature,
As if it was an adventure,
Water outlets appreciate their venture.

Every experience served a clarion call.
Awakening the consciousness of global warning.
Halt smothering these trees, putting them on flame.
Decease emitting unnecessary carbon dioxide.
Perhaps tomorrow the sun will be half naked,
And all burned skins rejuvenated and restored.


SLEEPING GIANT.

Africa! Why these glaring grieve in your countenance,
Massacring the joy of hopes, the peace of trying,
Emaciating and making you pregnable.
You must have forgotten you are primus inter pares
Standing firm like a minaret, indispensable among pares,
With diligent, intelligent, collaborative populace,
Massive unfathomable deposit of coltant, diamond, gold and petroleum.

Africa! Why these sorrows every season,
You must have forgotten you are the cradle of human civilization,
With gigantic array of colourful cultures and traditions,
Exceptional exquisite exhibition of flora and fauna.

The land of the great Plotinus, Aquinas, Ken saro wiwa, Ahmed Ben bella, Dedan Kimathi and Mandela.
The home of priceless pyramids, terra cotta,
The habitat of congo basin forest, Killimanjaro, Sahara desert and Nile.

If they are the stars, you are the sky.
If they are the rain, you are the cloud.

You are the heavenly store house of world’s glory,
Let go of your grief.
Embrace peace and utilize your endowment
My esprit de corps to Africa


ONE NOT TWO OR THREE.

One not two or three
One god
One world
One love
We are one large family

One not two or three
One moon
One sun
One sky
One experience
We have reasons to live as one

One not two or three
One life
One heart
One choice
Which could be wise or otherwise
We all have choice.


YET ANOTHER QUEUE.

Hollow, transparent green white green boxes,
Once again standing on duty,
Patiently waiting to be bulge,
With judicious ballots.

Eligible electorates enroll en mass.
Wear the crown of patriotism perform civic chore.
Relinquish all barriers,
Let us tied as broom,
Wipe out debris,
Make this nascent democracy live.

It is time for sincere serious minds and ready hands.
Time to diligently pick and choose,
Those we give this rare mandate.
A seldom privilege, don’t ruin it.

Ours is not to stand and stare,
Ours is to steer and shape history.

Independent commission, folks of caliber and cando,
Bend over backward, focus on the assignment,
Play by the rules.
This Herculean task in your palms,
Bravely ignore intimidation to sell sincerity,
Corrupt candidates will try to kiss arse,
Hit the nail on the head,
And give to each as given,
No inflation or deflation.


EVERY DAY LIFE.

As the cock crows, a new dawn is born,
Gradually the world begins to lose its serenity.
As the sun appears as if to assert itself,
The world is fully awake.
Legs and hands busy to fulfill dreams.

The sun dies, the illuminating moon conquers the night,
Yet breathing hearts still working.
Heads never resting, sweat still dripping
Eyes stern on screen dreams of varied sorts.

Keen spirits delving hungrily to acquire more.
Polished minds seeking development, adding more value,
Asphexiating circle of ignorance, incompetence, mediocrity, and low productivity.
Self development is self progression, is society’s growth.
Is standing shoulders high above the common crowd.

People come and go,
But our purpose is to leave better what we met.


SIMPLY PERFECT.

A purge sleek complexion,
Came in my direction,
Looks was a perfection
Ours eyes made connection.

Has a life that light my life up
A heart so pure, peaceful, a bright smile and radiant face,
This is astonishing beauty beaming!
The moon is bright, the sun is brighter, but you are the brightest.

I adore you!
No animus to spoil you,
I knew I want you
The first minute I saw you,
Lucky to have a lady as royal!

The things you show me,
The way you hold me,
Certainly mold me.
I promise you, forever your man.
No lying, in love with you bad!
Cos you are something I never had,
Something don’t want to lose.
Something I have to have,
A kind of love that last forever.

Feelings we share don’t need no correction.
Together, no one can cause love abduction,
I be your angel, you be my angel!
Our world full of joy and protection.


ONE MUST DIE FOR THE OTHER TO DINE.

Each survives at the expense of the other.
Life scotched in one to start in another,
One must go for the other to come.
Two contraries, separate locations.
The exist of one is the existence of another
Either dove or dog breathless.

One day, comes a time to decide,
Who to keep, who to kick,
The deacons or the demons,
Jesus or Judas, peace or pain,
One must die for the other to dine.
Which we choose can make or mar us.
One day, some way we are faced with such decision.


SHE IS MALARIA.

She is malaria.
It does not matter the area,
She does not consider class, gender or size,
She can fire anywhere at anybody.

Titchy blood sucker,
Encroacher of peaceful privacy,
Scrawny, hideous night disturber,
Of demonic demeanors.

She flies with a screech of brutality announcing her intrusion,
Other times quietly creep and subjugate her victims,
With a fatal bite of surplus injuries.
She is never done; she flies with her oppressive siren.
When at night her preys are taking quiescent,
She is up and devouring,
Her dawn is come,
Hungrily ramsacking for the warm blood,
Of her bloody survival.
Turning the night nightmare is her speciality.

Never underestimate her size,
She sends to comma, sometimes dead preys thousand times her size.
Where she lands, she bites, she inject and sucks, it itches,
Prey scratches, malaria, yellow fever, filariasis, dengue unleashed.
Mosquito is malaria.

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