POWER

POWER 
A good thing to acquire
Should be none but power.
Please, doubt not the strenght of power
For a great rewarder
Stays a pinch of power
From a power wielder
While a bucket of power
Worths the world over.
Before wearing your attire
Of doubt, I'll take you farther
Back to the old Oyo empire
When lived in the empire
A man called Basorun Gaa:
With lots and lots of power
From position, wizardry and voodoo attire.
Well respected and well admired,
He was second in the empire
To the king of the empire.
Suddenly, suddenly Basorun Gaa
And all the fruits of Gaa
Changed and went haywire
When driven by strenght of power
Then fear formed a very bitter
Sweet on the lips of old Oyo dwellers
And disaster lay over disaster
In the old Oyo empire
When lived Basorun Gaa
And all the fruits of Gaa
When they needed candle in the empire
Houses of dwellers, they set on fire
When the king of the old Oyo empire
Rode on horses, Basorun Gaa
And all the fruits of Gaa
Rode on the back of dwellers.
Three kings of the old Oyo empire
Basorun Gaa took to slaughter.
All the fruits of Gaa
And Gaa in the old Oyo empire
Were so over driven by power.
Heads and flesh of dwellers
They joyfully place on their amala.
Finally, power failed Basorun Gaa
He was caught by the dwellers
Who burnt and bartered
His flesh at the market square
Though, a good thing to acquire
Should be none but power
But a careless wielder
Could change and go haywire
Like Gaa and all the fruits of Gaa.

      Samuel C.Enunwa  May  22, 2010 



AN ACTOR DE LA VIE




AN ACTOR DE LA VIE


Chow Yun-Fat, de Jet Li


Or the old Tufan... "na-hi!"


Or sometimes to ramsey


Noahing for actress Nnaji



In look I look forward to marry


Or to softwared Zakari


Levi, the sudden spy to a funny


Ryan Artward_ stolen car_ to tarry


To later land in county


To van damme the hurting mommy


For me an actor de la vie


Acting terrorly tragedy comedy


To CHRISACEDARUTH tragicomedy


For my life's like a movie


With root smooth to fizzy


To fizzy dizzy busy be


Lazily crazily hurrying to thirty


With brans of dilly-dally


A movie higgledy-piggledy


Moving come what may be


Rolled at lenght to end one day.


Samuel C. Enunwa May 20, 2012





MARTIN LUTHER KING



MARTIN LUTHER KING

Martin Luther King Junior


Junior's Junior the free gift of nature


The charming dark Junior was mature


With heart no rage could harbour


With talking tongue of truth and more

Of martyr than mere creature

And thy coming again I'm not sure


For you've made the pasture for sure

Of equality, oneness without war

So evergreen for us for sure

For Junior's opinions of your saw

Genuinely still see till date favour

From all documents rigid called law

Please, rest in peace for evermore

For thy comin...
 samuel c. enunwa 15-07-2012


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A LOT OF CARROTS THAN CANDY



A LOT OF CARROTS THAN CANDY


If you see me chew my lady

A lot of carrots than candy


And wake to tea cup than coffee


And always hum my tongue like bee

With water mixed with honeybee

And always chew gum with minty

Or cranberry or pure parsley

Everywhere I go my lady

Mainly you should know my lady

Such habit my dentist told me

Will cure my bad breath easily.

Samuel C. Enunwa Jun. 29, 2012

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BIMBOLA AYOMITIDE WILSON



BIMBOLA AYOMITIDE WILSON

Bimbola Wilson; a radio deity, I must say
And many maidens and many virgin ears do pray
And do strive to hear her everyday
While many cynic tongues will grow tooth decay
And commonly they say, deities marry in May
But this pretty deity, I must say
Hooked her prince in month far from May
For married men and single eyes to pry away
And make the marriage grow and so I pray
For her pumpkin cheek waiting on the tray
Of her smiling face always waylay
Worries of the eyes and tears of the minds away
While her cinderella shoes and sweet spray
And necklace do match her decent array
For the palace of her face without Mary Kay
Stays the museum with beautiful display
Of sanguinism, christianism with platonic display
Of virtues and integrity while she plays
And talks but takes not nonsense by the way
Someday, I'll fly away like a fairy play
But fester not thy feelings while I'm far away
For thy happiness and internet and the valley
To thy workplace shall symbolise me each day
Reminding thee of my promises to fetish the display
Of thy face and cares and cease to fray
Thy mementos in my mind while I'm far away
For while I'm far away, this poem will stay
And this poem will stay forever while I'm far away.
     Samuel C. Enunwa  Jul. 17, 2012 

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J. SANTIAGO TOLD ME TO



J. SANTIAGO TOLD ME TO
I am offering this poem to you
For Jimmy Santiago told me to
To recommend the word I-LOVE-YOU.

...
Keep it, treasure it as you would
Wean the breath of thy womb
Wi' three syllable word I-LOVE-YOU.

For wholey nothing else to gi' you
Which in worth to weight in value
This methuselah word I-LOVE-YOU.
Samuel C. Enunwa April 10, 2012.


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FRANCESCA 3


FRANCESCA 3 
The smiles of the stars,
Crickets near and far
Playing the musical fa
Plus the play and whisper
Of the nearby lovers
Can neither debar
Nor delete the scar
Of loneliness I bear
Whenever you are far
FRANCESCA.
Samuel C. Enunwa July 24, 2010
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POETIC FACEBOOK CONVERSATION 1




This' to prove that poetic expressions know no limit; it can happen anywhere at any time between poetry lovers
POETIC FACEBOOK CONVERSATION 1

SURENDAR KUMAR WROTE:
Those lovely moments
When your
Really Sleepy
But
You dont Want to Go To
Sleep
Because
Your Talking To That
Special
Person.

SAMUEL ENUNWA REPLIED SURRENDAR KUMAR:
O homey
What a memory
Truely
2:20
Thirty
January's
My testimony.
13-04-2012.
 

TIREDNESS



Tiredness' devouring 
Now my skin 
Like one I-was-pouncing 
-And-picking 
-Ants-then-saw-a-serpent-coming 
-And-began-to-run-to-jump-and-spring 
-So-fast-to-survive-and-leaving 
-Not-the-land-of-the-living 
-But-unlucky-caught-and-bitten 
-To-death frog being 
Devoured by a green 
Serpent I was watching 
One evening 
So I must recline now my skin 
On my tiny bed with spring 
And sleep till coming 
Morning. 
          Samuel C. Enunwa.  Feb. 07, 2012. 
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FROM MARROW TO GENE


Now I hate my mind from marrow to gene
For my mind's making mad of my simple skin
Loudly boasting, badly bragging and making
me to sin
Saying thicking and thocking a matter of
timing
Before thy tight tongue began tonguing
Tonguing talking singing and saying
I'm the father rather grandfather for
monorhyming
While my blue litle Gideon keeps warning
From morning to morning to morning to
saying
Boasting and priding are fountain of falling
But what can my mind do to my mind making
me to sin?
When men on the road fish on their foam and
ghost of men roaming
Clearly even can still hear my mind humming
Saying thicking and thocking a matter of
timing
Before moos and mews and men began
miming
With their chin rhyming singing and saying
I'm the father rather grandfather for
monorhyming
While my blue Gideon Bible keeps warning
From morning to morning to morning to
saying
Boasting and priding are fountain of falling
But me being can't stab my mind to miss
gene
To miss gin to miss sin to miss seeing fried
rice with green bean
And miss missing my queen and many
worldly things
Yet I hate my mind from marrow to gene.
Samuel C. Enunwa Nov. 14, 2011.

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WHATEVER I THINK, I BELIEVE I CAN DO
















Three fishes deprived me of 9/9; hmmmm the 2012, 35th NB Plc. International Chess Championship was just funny.Whatever I think, I believe I can do. Wisdom matters, there's nothing bad in being a Goliath, if a man can resist tiny temptations like David.

EVERY TWINKLE OF AN EYE



Every twinkle of an eye
A one is making another to cry
A daddy is making a mommy to cry
A mommy is making a baby to cry
A baby is making a dolly to cry
So one is making another to cry
A brother is making a brother to cry
A lover is making a loving to cry
An ovum is making an ovary to cry
And one is making another to cry
A robber is making a richer to cry
A richer is making a pauper to cry
A pauper is making a belly to cry
So one is making another to cry
A Chelsea is making a Barca to cry
A Cisse is making a Drogba to cry
A Drogba is making a Carroll to cry
And one is making another to cry
A bully is making a kiddy to cry
A killer is making a mourner to cry
A monarch is making a crier to cry
So one is making another to cry
Every twinkle of an eye
samuel c enunwa 05-05-2012




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FISH (haiku 12)
A single made five
From anus to neck with knife
Watching without life.
19-06-2012

A BEREAVED DADDY (haiku 13)
One well wet lashes
Dug his cold lass in mud masses
So close my trashes.
26-06-2012

HEAVEN (haiku 14)
Where men walk on wings
Where they flap their wings as strings
Where dead wings and sings.
28-06-2012
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CHRISACEDARUTH
        (The Long Awaited)
        

    Samuel C. Enunwa




             CONTENTS
Dedication……………………..
Acknowledgement…………….
Author’s note………………….
My wealthy neighbour………...
Jungle………………………….
Johnny as a kid………………..
At the stream………………….
What happened in heaven…….
Under the spell………………...
Two tombs…………………….
Eligible married couple 1&2….
Detective Tel 1,2,3,4&5………
My love promo………………..
Chrisacedaruth………………..
Ode to the poet’s curtain……..
Halle Bery…………………….
They’re searching through Google…..
                       
         DEDICATION:
                         To thee, lovers of poetry
                 Pretty
                       effort and ability
       I dedicate this to thee willingly.

             ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
       I thank God for this book, if not for him this would have been in vain. Mrs. A. A. Enunwa, I won’t stop trying though I know I won’t be able to repay your motherly love; Thank, you mother. My thanks also goes to you, Mr. & Mrs. Bamgboye, your labour and pain over me will never be in vain and in your family, blessings will continually rain. Daddy Leonard, I dey hail o and make blessing full your too, Amen.
     Enunwa Onyeka, Enunwa Eric, Enunwa Ruth, Bamgboye Kolawole, I appreciate you all. Aribido Daniel(D-Gbegbe), you are so mouthed; how is Rufus Giwa Polytechnic? Engr. Akinrelere Omotayo (T-money), how far? Ajibade Taiwo (Jah. Mr. Okra, Mr. Federal ); I appreciate you all.
     I can never forget you, all the Durance Publishing crew and those of the www.i-proclaim.com. Thank you and keep up the good work. May the good Lord reward you all, Amen. Finally, to all my friends @ www.samueldpoetry.webs.com
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           AUTHOR’S NOTE
      It gladdens the whole of me, each time the thought and assurance of the fact that the scope of poetry is broader than anyone can mention, comes to my thinking. Poetry can take any form; it can be lyrical or satirical, come in form of praise or in a long narrative form which happens to be the poetic form, I’ve made use of in this book titled CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited).
     As I’ve said, this book contains more than ten narrative poems in which CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited) bears the same name with the title of this book and has over two thousand five hundred lines, divided into more than fifteen stanzas. It is the story of a village boy, who happens not to be who he thought he was but later maybe through the help of luck or through the force of fate, or maybe through his personal strives, discovered his true self, his weaknesses, strengths, etc.
  It is also true that the poem: CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited) is the major reason for this book but I’ve also garnished it with inclusion of other funny, entertaining and educating poems like The Eligible Married Couple 1&2, the most wanted, Detective Tel 1,2,3,4&5; and My Love Promo, which happens to be the favorite of almost all my fans @ www.facebook.com, among others.
     Aside from the fact that the poems are rhyme oriented, I’ve tried and made sure they are sculpted with simple languages and diction. Before you ask me my reason, I’ll tell you that I do not believe in complexity. What’s the essence of turning enjoyment to homework? My paramount aim is to cure your boredom. My major aim is to make this book, your teddy bear, your pet, you can take anywhere and as you read, I believe your boredom will be deleted. Thanks, for your love.
                        Samuel C. Enunwa.


 
   
   MY WEALTHY NEIGHBOUR
He never cheated nature
But pilled himself to labour
At exactly twenty four
He met expected future
Became a famous employer of labour
And poverty couldn’t knock his door
Then sighed and took a resting posture
And slept and slept and snored
And fell from couch to the floor
Yes, he was held by nature
Who? The famous employer of labour
Whom we were once a neighbour
And loved his hardworking nature
He slept and snored on the floor
While they knocked his office door
For they loved his overture
Yet he slept and slept and snored
And slept and slept on the floor
And so scared of his earth departure
They knocked and knocked his office door
And knocked as if to create puncture
And opened and found him on the floor
When broken his office door
“When did oga start this nature?”
They asked and laughed him on the floor
And logged him from the floor
Back to his resting posture
He slept and slept and snored
And sometimes fell on the floor
And feeding became his failure
And was only catered by neighbours
Where he slept and snored
And must be dreaming, I’m sure
Of living with lady he adored
And they talked and toured
And shared a love adventure
Where he slept and snored
At exactly ninety four
He woke from his resting posture
And was a celebration galore
And walked on the floor
Then fell and got final departure
And that my wealthy neighbour
Who was dead on the floor
Taught me not to cheat nature.
               Samuel C. Enunwa. July 13, 2009.

            JUNGLE
Happiness dwindled
As loneliness doubled
And none to rekindle
But while ago were whistles
Shout for passes and dribbles
Songs held their paddles
Till end of the battle
A football battle
Mirthful and memorable
Two elephants wrestled
Grasses had to struggle
At the grassless middle
Fell he who dribbled
Stood and took water bottle
From the first aid people
More than thousand people
Young, old and middle
Aged happy people
Singing were married couples,
Kids and searching singles
Lovers turned compatible
Pretty belles chew bubble
Received short cuddles
As they screamed amidst people
During goals, shots and dribbles
And the pretty one I cuddled
Made the battle memorable
I wished for endless battle
Because of love incomparable
That waited amidst the people
But the final whistle
Changed the people
Made happiness dwindled
And loneliness doubled
It was unbelievable
Only me at the middle
Of chairs, I couldn’t buckle
My shoes, I mingled
With darkness, no candle
To see, I was cripple
And had to struggle
I learnt after the battle
That change was flexible
Though I was able
To escape that silence jungle.
   Samuel C. Enunwa. Sept. 12, 2009.

         JOHNNY AS A KID
One Sunday, immediately after
One a.m, Jonathan Odda
Appeared on earth like other
Children born in Igala
Jonathan Sunday Odda
The son of Mr. Jack Odda
A very skillful welder
And Mrs. Jane Odda
A sweet kola nut seller
Was fair as his father
Not hairy as his mother
Had a brother and a sister
And friends and grandfather
Only called him Johnny Odda
When Jonathan Sunday Odda
Began walk and talk to his mother
His father and every other in Igala
He began to surprise his mother
Father and every other in Igala
And loved to stick to his mother
And they both crossed the Igala boarder
On foot to villages next to Igala
Where she sold her sweet kola
One Sunday, immediately after
Six a. m. Jonathan Odda
Left the side of his mother
Who hadn’t crossed Igala boarder
For she was short of kola
And two years old Johnny Odda
Trekked and crossed Igala boarder
For he missed his female lover
Who happened to be the daughter
A beautiful two years old daughter
Of a major buyer to his mother.
             Samuel C Enunwa Jun. 15, 2010.



   
        AT THE STREAM
I met a beautiful lady at the stream
With no fetching bowl at the stream
“What a beautiful lady at the stream!
Beautiful than the advertisers of cream
She might even be goddess of this stream”
I said to myself at the stream
Then to the beauty …


        UNDER THE SPELL
I wish I was an angel
To feel the feelings people feel
And stay and make them feel
Well when others bid farewell
Because I knew very well
Of a village near a dell
Where a beauty …




       TWO TOMBS
My buttocks and two thumbs
Are sitting on a tomb
Waiting for mother to come
You should know Ukpom
The greatest warrior of Atagom
Slim, dark and handsome
But where does …

ELIGIBLE MARRIED COUPLE 1
Eligible married couples
Soon get into trouble
Offer each other battle
Live so unstable
And uncomfortable
And regret being couple
When the …

      DETECTIVE TEL 1
Hi! I’m Detective Tel
Investigating the death of Micheal
The death of Joseph A. Micheal
Found dead at the street of Sel
Not far from Pleasantry Hotel
The thirty two years old, Micheal
Was dark and huge and tall
And had wavy hair as well
More attractive than I can tell
Married women and mature girls
And those with age I’ll not tell
Will do anything to have Micheal
When I heard the death of Micheal
I became scared than I can tell
And felt this world is a hell
Cried and couldn’t feed well
Took my Bible and my bell
Prayed God rescue from this hell
But who could kill Micheal?
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
There was a quarrel between Micheal
And his landlord where he dwelt
And Adam Cole threatened Micheal
Who slept with his girl
And Joseph A. Micheal
Had empty wallet where he fell
Lent money to Campbell
And jilted so many girls
But who could killed Micheal?
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
The police and I, Tel
Have locked the suspects in cell
My investigation on Campbell
Showed he paid Micheal
And the landlord of Micheal
Only quarreled with Micheal
Over payment of where he dwelt
And he had paid as well
But couldn’t pick a jilted girl
Or who emptied the wallet of Micheal
And today, Adam Cole died in cell
So who could kill Micheal?
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
Who only if I tell
Could suspect me Detective Tel
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
For having affair with my wife, Arnabel.
            Samuel C Enunwa Jun. 27, 2010.

       DETECTIVE TEL 2
Hi! I’m Detective Tel
Everybody knows me well
I investigated the death of Micheal
The death of Joseph A. Micheal
Found dead at the street of Sel
Not far from Pleasantry Hotel
I swear, now …

 


  MY LOVE PROMO
Here comes the info
To shorties with no
In this sumptuous promo
Where soft Hi! Wins, Hello!
And makes you my duo
In my attempt to woo.

We’ll date without ado,
Travel and zoom to zoo,
Watch animals like rhino,
Lion, merino and buffalo;
Birds like flamingo,
Puffin, kiwi and cuckoo.

Tour place like Toronto,
Boarding a beautiful jumbo,
Cruising a stretch limo
And by rail, the loco
Making the trip in toto
To places we go.

Visit a beach lido
Where you’ll bask in lilo
While I play waterpolo
Or an American rodeo
By dressing like gaucho
And gallop a bronco.

Party and listen to rondo
Where served burrito or taco
When I dance tango or zydeco
Amidst White, Indian and Negro
Or act opera with libretto
Blended by cello for physio.

Then drive home as love and bro
When the sky is indigo
To pour you some ouzo
In my room with stereo
Playing songs with intro
While you watch my photo.

At this very canto,
Once you aren’t a bimbo
And possess a libido,
I won’t act as bozo,
Loving will be our cameo
To prove our brio.

I’ll move like yo-yo,
Making the process in vivo,
And move to hear Sam o!
Making the process in vitro
So you can call me hero,
And a love supreme.


        CHRISACEDARUTH
          (The Long Awaited)
      
I’m glad, I can be heard
The journey of over hundred
Years, this’ how it stared
The sun over our heads
Was nothing but fire red
Hotter than hell was said
To be; maize, …
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ODE TO THE POET’S CURTAIN
Eh! What a screen with a heavenly picture!
Picturing an artistic fixture,
Turning my bedroom to a museum of culture
That handsomely showcases the native of passion
With the exhibition of heavenly creatures.

Hi! You scattered lightening of illumination!
I embarrassingly cherish your illustration;
What a great explanation!
For illuminating heaven’s innovation.

Oh! You banana shaped fluorescence of harmony!
Harmonizing damsels as the heavenly legacy;
I marvel at your melody
Because you speak from memory
To the best of my memory.

Hello! You specially carved image of passion!
Sitting on the harmonious banana fluorescence
With a crown-like beret of assertion,
Wearing an angelic gown of emergence
Ribbonly embellished for fashion;
What a comely face of continence!
That never conceals emotion
By reproducing an alluring smile
Romanticizing my soul with affection;
All in this heavenly picture.

     HALLE BERY
I’ve blind argued many, many
Beings of this arresting beauty
Till I set my eventually
Double opened nakely
Eyes on Halle Bery
Not in the telly
Not physically
But the cover of Ebony
Where waited she sexily
My friend! My foe!! My family
Now I can bet my money
Bet the whole of my money
With conviction in my belly
That God Almighty
Sculpted Halle Bery
On Monday very early
To possess such a beauty.
       Samuel C Enunwa Mar. 11, 2011

THEY’RE SEARCHING THROUGH GOOGLE
Hi! I’m Enunwa Samuel
I wrote, “Detective Tel”
“Under the Spell”
Plus poems people wanted
And also authored
“How Love Is Treated”
I’ve never wanted to
Tell my story _ true
But people are searching through
Google,
Devilfinder, Ask and Yahoo
To hear the horse’s mouth too
From C.R.I.N Staff School to
Ibadan Grammar School to
The one and only TASUED
Not where I learnt bonjour
I understand English too
Igbo, Yoruba _ ki lo tun ku?
I’ve never wanted to
Tell my story _ true
But people are searching through
Google,
Devilfinder, Ask, and Yahoo
To hear …

      INDEX OF FIRST LINE
And at me she stared…………
And the man regreeted……….
And the shadow of a hand…….
Eh! What a screen with a heavenly picture!......
Eligible married couple………
Everywhere was neat and weeded…
Fylid………………………….
Fylid, I was scared……………
Gently, she held……………...
Happiness dwindled………….
He never cheated nature……...
Here comes the info………….
Hi! I’m Detective Tel………..
Hi! I’m Enunwa Samuel……..
I faintly narrated……………..
“I know”, he said……………
I looked……………………..
I mean, when out of bed……..
I met a beautiful lady at the stream…..
I’m glad, I can be heard………
Immediately morning appeared….
In the village we landed……..
I sat and threw above my head…….
I sat quietly on my bed………
I searched and searched……..
I thought in my head………..
It was sudden descend………
I’ve blind argued many, many….
I was so, so, so scared………
I wish, I was an angel……….
Lying amidst the long dead….
My buttocks and two thumbs…
One Sunday, immediately after…
Someday, I’ll be in heaven……
Suddenly appeared……………
Then father held me and Fred….
Then I called…………………
They learnt human can never be predicted….
They were the ones at our bed….
“This can’t be Helied…………
When they beheaded………….
We trekked and trekked and trekked….
…Your mother narrated………