DON'T CRUCIFY ME

If one of the listed below belongs to you, then repent of these wicknesses and pray to the Lord. Perhaps he will forgive you for having such a thought in your heart.(Act 8:22) 


All pharisees on the fence of this controversy
I beg thee please, don't crucify me
For everyday we see ladies imitating mother of Moses
With their silly baskets of abandoned babies,
Maimings, acid battered bodies,
Bokobombing sanctuaries,
Transmitted maladies,
Inflamatory inflations, abjecting penuries,
Bribery and corruption in high places,
And we see child molestation by clergies
And we see the daughters to daddies
And we see the traffickings of men, materials and monies
And everyday we see all these atrocities
Not to talk of those within thee and within me
Rapes and raids, infidelities,
Embezzlements and malpractices,
Illegal bunkerings, robberies,
Ritual killing mysteries
Are atrocities we see in our tellies
So don't crucify me
For good thing it be to delete the hand of monkey
From our soups before it turns the hand of we
But a great evil it will be
To cure eczema in place of a great malady
So stop seeing this controversy so selfishly
And mind your biz and let them be
For if a mature he with he or she with she agree
Then why should the act of he with he or she with she bother we
While those deadly draining atrocities
Are caterpillar grading to drain our economy.
      Samuel C. Enunwa  Aug. 19, 2012.
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''Ezekiel 18:32 says For I take no pleasure in the death of anyone, declares the Sovereign Lord. Repent and live!''   

THEY’RE SEARCHING THROUGH GOOGLE


Hi! I’m Enunwa Samuel
I wrote “Detective Tel”
“Under A 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 CRIN Staff School to
Ibadan Grammar School to
The one and only TASUED
Not where I learnt bonjour
I understand English too
Igbo, Yoruba _ kí ló tún kù?
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
With a loving attitude
I’ve known beautiful boos:
Francesca, Sade, Yewande too
Laide, Anthonia to mention few
Of my good looking boos
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
Cocoa Research Institute
Of Nigeria I grew
Amidst cocoa, kola and cashew
Hawking fresh vegetables
Weeding with my dad after school
Every evening and weekends too
I’ve never wanted to
Tell my story _ true
But people are searching through
Google,
Devilfinder, Ask and Yahoo
T hear the horse’s mouth too
Forever mom I’ll kudos to
For feeding our mouth with struggle
When father relocated to
Heaven in my senior secondary two
She made us humble
Totally flee trouble
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
And these you’ll remember too
After I’ve died at age 102
Buried in front of billion people
Like Prophet Samuel in the Bible.
        Samuel C. Enunwa Mr. 16, 2011.
N.B: kí ló tún kù? = What else? In Yoruba language.

YOU CAN CALL ME A FARMER

I have a can of fertilizer, 
A plough and a ridger 
So do not bother about hoe 
Though I have cutlass also 
Slasher willbe borrowed 
Alongside a harvester tomorrow 
Yes,you can me a farmer 
Once it hampers not my desire 
Of planting my kisses 
On your acre of lips 
As I stay here in the dark 
Where you lay on your back.

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THY GOSSIPEE

While gossip thou dost somewhere
If thy gossipee dost appear
Ranting, attacking thee with spear
Do not retaliate to begin to tear
To tear to tatters the attire you two wear
But in peace, please, say please loud and clear
Candidly to thy gossipee ear right there
For that is what is keeping me here
Here in local prison over a year
(Hash Word Is A Snare. Please, Beware!)
Samuel C. Enunwa July 15, 2012.
Whenever i'm not here, you shall find me 


A GUY AND A DIE

Is my life like a die
In the hand of a guy
An amateur guy
Cast it to the sky
Whenever the die
Lands from the sky
The casted die
Turns facing the sky
And show two to the sky
Or show six to the sky
Or show six to the sky
Or show one to the sky
Please don't tell me lie
Is my life like a die
In the hand of a guy
An amateur guy
With uncertain try
Just take the die
From the amateur guy
And cast it to the sky.
Samuel C. Enunwa
Mar. 14, 2010.
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I JUST HAVE TO CONFESS


My portrait shall speak less
Of me, my excess
My home addresss
My neighbour Agnes
My friends and senseless
Foes giving me stress
My family, my mistress
My look and my dress
My talks and address
To people, my plainess
My joy my sadness
My thoughts my recess
My mind my madness
My good my goodness
My hate my hateless
My strength my weakness
Unless and unless
My rhyming stress
Written sleepless
Days and darkness
You've read to suppress
Your worries and your stress
I just have to confess.
Samuel C. Enunwa Apr. 12, 2010.
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NICHOLAS GORDON (1940- ?)


      
Nicholas Gordon is than I can ta 

For my tongue a toddler in such a matter
Of striving through life to be called a star
An encyclopaedia or wikipaedia
If the world wide web your hear prefer 

To ear Nicholas Gordon a lecturer
A poet a waiter a bar tender
A funny lover a carpenter
A carpenter who nailed the chair of laughter
Comfortably for joy to relax to charter
With the fair looking peace mother
Who mothered peace that murder
-Ed the lone son of disorder
There in the heart of many lover 

Of verses he shared; my brother
While men keep their verses his' scatter
-Ed through web voices and paper
Like some stars of the heaven attire
Dearly bear in mind my brother
For wrote he ''To The Founding Fathers''
''Eighty-Six Must Be Our Secret Number''
So ''Give Me Just This Moment, Please Forever''
For ''Happiness Does Not Depend On Weather.''
    Samuel C. Enunwa   Mar. 29, 2012
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NOW I'M CLOSE TO THE SUN

              
Declared! A beauty to reckon
Are stars that stud for fun
Upon our dark heavenly apron
The rain is good with singing tone
And likewise the moon do better the sun
But season of rain do come and be gone
And shining of stars are selfish fun
And mooning of moon is one a month or month a one
Just delete anyone when I am done
Till my skull be dried when I am gone
The sun will shine till earth be done
But if you think this' why I'm close to the sun
Then clap for thyself (laughing) for you've known none. Moron!
      Samuel C. Enunwa 14-07-2012

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I Samuel C. Enunwa, is apoligizing on behalf of my poet speaker for her hashness within the poem; please, bear with her mood.
 

WILL EVERYTHING BE ALL RIGHT


Each break of a day light


I walk around with delight

As if everything is all right

I greet everyone I sight

With a smile so bright

Forty days and forty nights

I've fasted without bite

The war, the battle, the fight

Within my minds might

Make me off the light

In my room, painted white

And hang myself tonight,

Or will everything be all right?

Samuel C. Enunwa Aug. 03, 2010

MY BROTHER, MY SISTER

Repent! The kingdom of God is here

Repent! O ye far and near

Repent! for thy addictions be snare,

Thy secret sins, thy monsters


Repent to born again and beware

Temptations the devil will rear

Repent to take God everywhere

More than you carry your teddy bear

Repent! Repent!! O ye far and near

Repent! The kingdom of God is near

Repent! My brother, my sister

I know you like the spags you wear

To brother lagbaja somewhere

I know you like the styles you wear

To sag and swagger everywhere

Just change your heart is all I care



If carrying Bible's what you fear

In your phone take everywhere



till you'll value what you fear


And if preaching you do not dare


In your room teach yourself there


Till spirit take away your fear


Change your heart is all I care!


Oh! did I hear you mutter to the air


That you've been churching since toddler


And this clarion you do not care?


So why are you yet to hear


That men perish from knowledge they dare


That the birth of wisdom's in God's fear


And why are you yet to hear


That you seek first the eyes of your Jah


And your wants will come; hallelujah.


Samuel C. Enunwa, 16-08-2012
thurs, 03:33am
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LEAVE IT THERE

No matter what you wear
Moving here and there
Remember, they will tear.
The only thing you wear
That will never tear
Stays the SMILES you wear.
Please, leave it there.

  Samuel C. Enunwa  July 5, 2010.
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IN THE SHOWER

I've confirmed in the shower
That hands glide easier
And even flat fingers
Can also move gentlier
Over breast in the shower
When my love in the shower
Glides left hand, in the shower
Over right breast, in the shower
And her right hand, in the shower
Over left breast, in the shower
Sreening for any lump, in the shower
Or knots or thickenings in the shower
And for any early cancer
For early breast cancers
As said by her doctor
That breast curable cancers
Can be found in the shower.

   Samuel C. Enunwa, a nigerian poet. 
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POETIC FACEBOOK CONVERSATION 2

THIS FACEBOOK POETIC CONVERSATION HAPPENED IN A FACEBOOK POETRY GROUP, TITLED 9JA CONTEMPORARY POETS GOT TALENT  CREATED BY AMBROSE ANTON WRITES.

ADEBOTE OLUWASEYIFUNMI:
One, two, three
Don't cut down that Mango tree
Four, five, Six
Get kerosene, not my Mango stick.
Seven, Eight, nine

Spare a little oxygen to Jamaica's I and I
Ten, eleven, twelve
Free feel to add yours we going till one hundred and twelve.
Let the trend roll...:).


AMBROSE ANTON WRITES:
Ten, eleven, twelve
Check that gas before u lit the match buddies,
Thirteen, Fourteen, fifteen
Save energy by sun drying,
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
Nothing is a waste, try recycling,
Nineteen, twenty, twenty one
You dread flood visit, your gutters clean it
Twenty two, twenty three, twenty four
Scare traffic, sometimes use public transits,
Twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven
Buy wisely, spend wisely,
Twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty

Feel free to add your, let the trend roll on. Wow!.


SHOWUNMI OLAWALE MICHAEL:
Twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty
Once beaten twice shy
Thirty one, thirty two, thirty three
fool me, once shame on me; fool me twice, shame on you
thirty four, thirty five, thirty six
Eat alone, die alone
Thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine
aspire beyond your comfort zone, beyond your limits
Forty, forty one, forty two
let sleeping dogs lie, you're homo sapiens
Forty three, forty four, forty five
feel free to add yours, loin the trend!




SAMUEL ENUNWA:


‎46, 47, 4eight
hi my mates, know im late, s'il-vous plait
49, 50, 5one
u were born, fully born a gifted one
52, 53, 5four

love for sure, help the poor and take a tour
55, 56, 5seven
don't be even, be forgiving to make heaven
58, 59, sixty
so peacefully and swiftly lo ri Christi
61, 62, 6three
who the pharisee and the sadducee nailed on cross tree
64, 65, 6six
so his blood on crucifix will give us peace and not amiss
67, 68, 6nine
i need to dine, it's after nine, i go off-line...

I KNEW THEE


I decided to dedicate this poem to Adebola Adebisi Sophiat since Facebook keeps bringing your image as someone you may and truely I knew her from primary to tertiary. 


I KNEW THEE

When you used to weep to disagree

With mommy plaiting your pretty

Four year old hair I knew thee

A skinny ebony

With faded dimple and cottonwool voicing melody

I knew thee

Preparing sands with no spicy

In discarded cans I knew thee

Wearing dirty

Oversize bikini

I knew thee

Licking milky

Mucous nose of yours free

I knew thee

When thee in primary

Only thee the teachers chose as beauty

Amidst the bevy

To with roses and daffodils to greet the governor gently

Making bevies to envy thee

I knew thee

Aching the nitty-gritty?

Are you still aching the nitty-gritty of how I knew thee?

I knew thee

In your teen thirteen simply

Your verge of beauty

When your double apple were still eagerly

Peeping from your skin of virgi... Sorry virtunity

I knew thee

When the masculine eyes that first wooed thee

You let pull down your walls of Jericho willingly

I knew thee

Since no one knows me

I won't form celebrity

And deny I knew thee

I knew thee

When you did snub me

To chat with Adebayo Deji

While I did love thee

I knew thee

From primary to tertiary

From teen in verge of beauty

Till your beauty you did wither in a quest to marry

I knew thee

In short I knew thee

Before nature born thee a lady.

Samuel C. Enunwa July 25, 2012.
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WE'LL BE SPENDING OUR MONEY


Before the doctor confirms the belly 

Carries a twin or single baby


We'll be spending and spending our money

Buying and paying for so so many

Expensive things with no sympathy

From nurses and doctors of maternity

And from those selling the baby's

Wears, drugs, food and accessories

And as they call us baba baby

After the arrival of our baby

Things get very very heavy 


We must buy biscuit and candy

For those coming to visit the baby

Then arrange for naming ceremony

Which will yield to us no money 


Buying and paying for so so many

Expensive things to keep the baby

Plus the mother strong and healthy

Now that education is big money

We'll spend and spend our money

Paying for his or her primary

School fee down to tertiary

We need to face reality

Though, having a twin or single baby

Is a reward of a holy matrimony

But why's the world using our fertility

To drive us down into poverty?
                  Samuel C. Enunwa  Sept. 20, 2010.
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        THANKS    
 

ANSWER, SHADY BELLE

 Like the colour of my skin
Does he look foreign,
Love to eat rice and beans
Or wear blue jeans,
Love your dimple and chin
Or your royal look of a queen,
Defend you with Alekhine
Or the chess Alabin,
Love being with you in the kitchen
Or being kind and easily forgiven?
Just like I've always been,
What future has he foreseen?
If he has never been
Nor possess my gene,
Why cease being my ebony queen?
Why cease being my next of kin?
Why cease loving the colour of my skin?
You....You love of my gene
My love from teen, thirteen
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
And after leaving my heart's garden.
 

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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, …
The above poems are excerpts from the book titled CHRISACEDARUTH [The Long Awaited] which is available both in hard copy and e-book at www.i-proclaimbookstore.com/poetry/chrisacedaruth(the_long_awaited)
  The poems below are just for you to have a taste of my next book titled “PEOPLE PLACES AND PERSONALITIES” and I’m sure, you’ll derive from it all lessons and fun you wish for. Thank you.

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………