FACEBOOK POETIC CONVERSATION 3

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They came
And promised me fame
So I fell to their game
That my life may not remain thesame
But little did I know that they framed their aim
To claim
The remaining money attached to my name

Oh! How I wish I never fell into their flame?
 
 Yea Miss Aina..Oga Paul..
now that you've fell into their flame;
I just hope you've learnt from their game;
And I pray it never turn you insane..
 
Now that you've learnt the bitter way,
My lyrical chap i'll say,
Next time you watch your way,
So you wouldn't end up again this way,
And don't let this escape your brain,
It not always about the money and fame
 
Though, I've learnt from it
Truth be told I can't run from it
I'm glued to it
I ve to lure others through it
So that I also can make it.
 
 
Showunmi Olawale Michael 
 My advice to you Paul again
Is to be truthful in your ways
Trust God as always
And hey!
Never look up to human way
For amazing grace..
 
 
Samuel Enunwa 
 Haste
Is waste
Like fallen toothpaste
On dusty rug with underlay
Make we try
Wait for our day
Or rush today
And later pay;
We hold the choice fully
By the way
 
 
 
 
 
 

THE SUGAR ANTS WAY



My lonely back lay
Where I woke and prayed
I couldn't but stay
Watching sugar ants way

On their sudden walkway
Not far from my bay
Where ants on their way
Must talk and hug and play
With ants that come their way
As the thin and fat play
Old and young the same way
As ugly and beauty play
Rich and poor the same way
But bother not about delay
They must talk and hug and play
While they come and walk away
So I asked where I stayed
If the ants could be friendly

what is wrong with humanity
That we snob one another each day?
Samuel C. Enunwa July 30, 2009.

CHEAP WAY TO CURE MIGRAIN

Eat blatterdock if fresh and plain
But eat the ones with petasin
And watch what enters your intestine
Could be anything I can't define
Having sit-ups up to thirty nine
Will stretch your neck, back and spine
Rich magnesium is rich norepinephrine
Poor norepinephrine will make stress begin
So take magnesium for rich norepinephrine
Then stay in the dark with no lighting
And thinking of poems with sweet rhyming
Like ticking and tocking goes the timing
Since white is snow what of liming
And all the squirrels do go climbing
Show me the man who hates rhyming
And I'll show you the man who loves lying
Surprisingly in no timing
In no timing this shall cure your migrain
Have I ascertained again and again
Mitochrondial boost is good for the brain
So buying CoQ10 can cure your migrain
Please, doubting Thomas with doubting brain
Go visit a specialist in your domain.
  Samuel C. Enunwa 21-10-2012.
http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com

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He who holds what can benefit but decides to bury it is not less than a heartless murderer. What works for Mr. P might not work for Mr. Q. So we hold no responsibility for any harm because this poem is just an eye opener or a little way to help your situation.

Gifts are bestowed to all beings...
That all beings be good for something
Like Usain bolt is good for running
Okigbo, Mandela, Phil Colins
And Mike Tyson are good for something
Michael Jordan is good for dunking
Daniel Wilson is good for singing
And pastor Chris is good for preaching
While Will Smith is good for filming
Famous Wowo is good for casting
Gary Kasparov is good for mating
While me for controversial rhyming
That many people love miming
I appreciate those condemning ME
Because they are good for nothing.
Samuel C. Enunwa
23-09-2012.

MOTHER

Photo: MOTHER
Mother! Your love is in my head
I wish I could use passion instead
You are precious than pearls in the hand
And the neck of queen of England
You are the only gold crested in diamond
And this rejuvenates me like almond.

Your love is in my head
And I can't forget the days we fed
And nights we slept so unfed
And how well we were treated
When stomarch ache or ache in the head
Plus malaria, the wicked malady pinned us to the bed.

And mother! Your love is in my head
Your love is now stronger in my head
For when you deprived me of your breast fed
I thought you were so wicked
Not knowing you wanted
Me to grow and understand
The joy of sucking ladies breast.
Samuel C. Enunwa Oct. 5, 2009.
http://twitter.com/samueldpoetry
http://plus.google.com/samuel_enunwa
Mother! Your love is in my head
I wish I could use passion instead
You are precious than pearls in the hand
And the neck of queen of England
You are the only gold crested in diamond
And this rejuvenates me like almond.

Your love is in my head
And I can't forget the days we fed
And nights we slept so unfed
And how well we were treated
When stomarch ache or ache in the head
Plus malaria, the wicked malady pinned us to the bed.

And mother! Your love is in my head
Your love is now stronger in my head
For when you deprived me of your breast fed
I thought you were so wicked
Not knowing you wanted
Me to grow and understand
The joy of sucking ladies breast.
Samuel C. Enunwa Oct. 5, 2009.
http://twitter.com/samueldpoetry
http://plus.google.com/samuel_enunwa

HOW TO MAKE A CHANGE

 

If you were born in east
But made to grow in west
Where rag was only best
Of cloths that cloth your chest
You have to be my guest
Of good better best
We shall never rest
Until we build our nest
Up to our poetry best
For poetry as our zest
Can make our hero quest
To change the world to best
While with our breathing breast
And when we're made to rest
'Cos we have done our best
And have to leave the rest
Though men may mock or jest
But God knows the best.
Samuel C. Enunwa 17-10-2012
http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com/
http://twitter.com/samueldpoetry

DETECTIVE TEL


Hi,I'm detective Tel 
Everybody knows me well
I'm 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 very very tall
Huge and dark as well
Had a wavy hair as well
Attractive than I can tell
Married women and mature girls
And those with the age I will not tell
Will do anything to be with Micheal
When I heard the death of Micheal
I became scared more than I can tell
Felt this world is a hell
Cried and couldn't feed well
Took my Bible and my bell
Prayed, God rescue us from this hell
But who could kill Micheal?
Took and slaughter A. Micheal?
There was a quarrel between Micheal
And his landlord where he dwelt,
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 many girls
Oh my God!Who can tell?
Who slaughtered A. Micheal?
The policemen and I, Tel
Have locked the suspects in cell
My investigation on Campbell
Shew he had paid Micheal
And the landlord of Micheal
Only quarrelled with Micheal
Over the payment of where he dwelt
And he had paid as well.
We couldn't pick a jilted girl
Or who emptied the wallet of Micheal
And today, Adam Cole died in the cell
So, who killed A. Micheal?
Who, only if I tell,
Could suspect me, detective Tel,
Killed Joseph A. Micheal
For having affair with my wife,Arnabel?
samuel enunwa june 26 2010.
http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com/

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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
www.poetrypoem.com/samueldpoetry442, www.poetrypublisher.com/samueldpoetry445, www.lovepoemsandpoetry.com/samueldpoetry441, www.myfaithsite.com/samueldpoetryfaith1, etc. thank you all for your love.
  
           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………