Beyonce In The Midst Of Forest With Werewolves

In an attempt to create delight, horror was found and the detail was born out of imagination, that I, the writer of this post decided to pen it down.

Beyonce was in the midst of the forest with werewolves
chasing her.

Running.
What is the most valuable possession if not safety?
Yes, a river has everything she has asked for.

Oh, my God! For how long can vampires hide in the shadows?

It all began
when living worms were walking out of white warm rice.
Fainted yes,
woke with no trace of where she was
Oh! Can a nightmare cure memory loss?

Werewolves by the right, werewolves by the left
werewolves behind
a desolate building in front
in desolate neighborhood of no soul from doors to doors
of desolate buildings of two-tops and two-down structures
after jumping the river shore

Help me! Help me!!
Please,
you lonely hunter at the door, help me!

Ah!
Ask not James Bond for favor
unless you'd offer sex in return
you know how hardworking the batman can be
if the catwoman is off the picture

Like the tale of a teenage girl warring
to recover from mental tumor;
so Beyonce gave out what she had got
to get what she really wanted...

Don't send this poetic rhythm to magazine
editors will be so scared
and filled with horror
and give you a reject.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Common Dysentery

Twisting my tummy
round and round like merry-go-round
my intestine made some
horrible sounds

Always I ran to toilet quick
Mr. Dysentery
You don't play pranks with me
descending on me with your angelic wings

What scientific experiment are you performing on me?

What kind of magic?

What algorithm wrote dysentery?

Each time you touch my wife
she vacates the kitchen starving me

Each time you touch my kid
he disobeys me

Each time you touch me
I cease being me
flushing re-flushing
washing my buttocks
wasting toiletries on tiny faeces

Each time
dysentery holds me
I moan in the toilet countlessly;
my anus erect
ejaculating tiny faeces

Controlling me
so verily verily I say unto thee
"I can see God in dysentery."

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

African Poetic Picture

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a vivid picture
patricia neely doing
her stuff so for sure

Nonsensical Lines

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If you love rice and beans
Clap your hands
Pa! Pa!! Pa!!!

If you happy and you know
Raise your spoon
Pu! Pu!! Pu!!!

For this nonsensical lines
Of mine
Is to welcome
Every new comers in the room;
A happy poetic zoom.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Only Time Women Crawl Is When They Fall In Love

Only time women crawl
is when they fall in love.

Lucky are the ones
who make them crawl
like a toddler with the heart
of love

From the floor,
to the bathtub

From the couch,
to the arms of love

From the edge of bed,
to the arms of love waiting

By the bed's mirror with a gesture.
I am very sure that the only time women crawl
is when they're lost in love
emotion.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

The Dark Darling In Yellow

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The dark darling in yellow,

Whose shadow arouses as belle in Rolling Stone

And bestowed beauty like rainbow

I wish we forever slept and woke

Each day she strolls across my window

I wish we stayed as

Colorfu' Ladies

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Image of Lady Gaga from zimbio.com

Lady in green top and green skirt;
lets stay indoors.
You look more like cartoon.

You, lady in black up and down!
Yes, darkness is your ally;
you're such a beautiful raccoon.

Lady in blue on blue. You
over-rhyme with the sky, I
can't even predict if
the rain will fall.

O! Lady in pink gown I love you
meet me at Sunview by seven
where I'll buy you toys you
always wished for.

All COLORFU' LADIES can be fun.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

In The Name Of God

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NOTE: If this post does not bring some peace to your mind, then it's either you're wicked or you're already in a state where chaos and atrocities do not reign.
This poem is written by East Poetry, a very great facebook poet.

IN THE NAME OF GOD by East Poetry

I saw them on, I hid and ran
as they stopped the moving van
brought man out and cut his arm,
cut their heads and then to the farm

where I hid I cried with bumps
as my heart hits and pump
who's like them, please do not come
where hast thou peace and freedom

what looked thee like not a beast
put not our lives for a feast
put forth your hands for peace
as we hold this fight to cease

this is God's own blessed nation
no more fight,no more tension
lets all heal what we have maimed
we need peace in Jesus name.

(copyright)= East Poetry.

The Ghost Affair 3 (the footsteps)

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When daylight took the sunlight

and went away

suddenly came the darkness carrying crayon

and painted the earth black.


My fan was bad.

My room was hot.

12am could not sleep

footsteps were walking everywhere outdoor

opened my louvers but nothing I saw


Only heard them walking

up and down.

I was furious

I was angered

I lamented


Samueldpoetry: evil spirits! Your steps are disturbing.

Why can't you just go to bed?


Evil Spirits: This' no time for resting.


Samueldpoetry: I demand thy telling me why!


Evil Spirits: We've been tormented and

in return,

many human souls

we must torment.


Samueldpoetry: What human souls? Speak your mind boldly.


Evil Spirits: Those human souls

who go to bed without praying.


Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Chess

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Chess says and I quote "first
of all I'm chess with no respect.
So be not upset when you set
thy nude eyes to go beget
a grandmaster from the far west
turns a fish in a boy's net
or puppet made to regret
or pupil given an assignment
and left alone to think in state of jest.
So visit the market and buy a chess set
and learn very well to have the mindset
that anything can happen in a tournament.

Samuel C Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

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Famous Usher Raymond

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born 14-10-1978
in Dallas, Texas
to Georgia he moved with mom
in search for fame
with motherly love and care
he found fame

in 2004
Usher released Confession
my favorite album

my favorite song of his is

---------SEPARATED:-----------
"If love was a bird, then we wouldn't have a wing

If love was a sky, we wouldn't be blue

If love was a choir, you and I could never sing

'Cuz love isn't for me and you

If love was an Oscar, you and I would never win

'Cuz we could never act out our parts

If love is the Bible, then we are lost in sin

'Cuz it's not in our hearts

So why don't you go your way and I'll go mine

Live your life and I'll live mine

Baby, you'll do well and I'll be fine

'Cuz we're better off, separated

If love was a fire, then we have lost the spark

Love never felt so cold

If love was the light, then we're lost in dark

Left with no one to hold

If love was a sport, then we're not a team

You and I are destined to lose

If love was an ocean, then we are just a stream

'Cuz love isn't for me and you

Why don't you go your way

(Go your way)

And I'll go mine

Live your life

(Live your life)

And I'll live mine

Baby, you'll do well

(You'll do well)

And I'll be fine

'Cuz we're better off, separated

Girl, I know we had some good times

It's sad but now, gotta say goodbye

Girl you know I love you, I can't deny

Can't say we didn't try to make it work for you and I

Know it hurts, so much but it's best for us

Somewhere along this winding road we lost the trust

So I'll walk away, so you don't have to see me cry

It's killing me, so, why don't you go

Why don't you go your way and I'll go mine"

Forever And A Day

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I woke up this morning

thinking of you

reached for your warmth

as I always would do.

But your side of the bed

was empty with fold

pillows in place

untouched and cold.

I did not smell coffee

the news was not on

things are so different

since you are gone.

Your sweet smelling scent

is fading away

so I cling to your memory

in every possible way.

Motivating myself

is a struggle to do

hard to see sunshine

when feeling so blue.

They say it gets better

as time goes by

to look for the good

at least give it a try.

Something happened

at work today

I started to call you

right away.

Sadly remembering

I hung up the phone

you were not there

God took you home.

My heart is hurting

my soul cries with pain.

Got nothing to lose

got nothing to gain.

Time is one asset

I have plenty to spare

holding on tight

going no where.

I'm looking for good

as I have been told

reaching for warmth

yet shiver with cold.

Darling, I miss you

in every way

and still loving you

forever and a day.

NOTE: A very beautiful poetic gem. It was written by teardrop @ booksie.com/teardrop

KWASHIORKOR (by Moses Chibueze Opara)

I saw a beautiful child
Down the shallow street
With swollen belly-bony legs-starved head,
His smiles wore a kwashiorkor look
With a fainting voice, sighing in his heart-
He was playing with the dust of despair
Fighting the crawling shadows of fear...
A poor child, stained by malnutrition
The seal of poverty engaged his thoughts-
Through the arteries of pantless nights
He walked-in an unclean diapers of tears
Plagued by unclear hymns
Stucked in death's bound,
He wore a plea in his heart-
A plea for a hand to hold his heart.

NOTE: The source for this poem is facebook and it was posted there by Moses Chibueze Opara.

When A Wife Is P219

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A nagging wife is a
penguin with head of an owl

She scares the husband
everytime he comes home

Lets pray
for a man living with a
nagging wife
needs the prayer of you and me

For a man living with a
nagging wife
carries a double cross.
Whenever he wishes to do good
the devil uses his wife to double-cross him

Lets pray
for a man living with a
nagging wife
is living with an anti-christ
nursing his children
sharing his matrimonial water bed and
cooking his rice

An ugly nagging wife is a
chimney;
she's staining her husband everywhere
he goes

A beautiful nagging wife is a
titanic;
an attractive poison
a monster in a sheep cloth

So,
singles pray!
And married pray!
For a nagging wife begins nagging
after the wedding night
not courting.

"It pays to live on the roof
than to live with a nagging wife"
says Proverbs 21:9.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

If Only Dreams Had Wings (by Dorcas Onuh)

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If only dreams had wings,
I would be where I had wanted to be.
If only shadows don't stray so far off;
My destiny assured would bring me peace of minds

If only dreams had wings,
I'd have met my man from Tokyo by now
If the roses still blooms, tended less;
Less worries that I will for so long plough

If only dreams had wings,
Low grounds will my feet fear
If money had meant no value at all;
Off every luxury should my feet wear

If only dreams had wings,
There will be those bright lights;
Very eager to blind me into void's air-tights

If dreams had wings,
I would definitely be flying by now
And right now

Dorcas Onuh has a great talent, her poetic skill proves it. She's a graduate, a scientist and a researcher with the potential to lead a company to its required success. Among everything she possesses, I recommend to you her blog called deeyssert flower; you can just check it out anytime

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Jesus Walking

This image is from i.imgur.com
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Imagine
if Jesus Christ was passing in my street

I would shout:
Jesus Christ of Nazareth have mercy upon me!
Jesus Christ of Narareth have mercy upon me!!
Jesus Christ of Nazareth have mercy upon me!!!

"What Can I Do Thee?" he would ask

God, please,
grant me financial independence
in long life and good health!

He would say:
"So Shall It Be!"

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Independence Day 2014

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Demons and angels fingers have gathered,
clasping a dagger
in a beautiful attire,
smiling
to cut the cake of Nigerian Independence

Placed on a platter of greed;
the recipe was helplessness of the hopeful masses,
corruption was the icing over it.
Oh!
I wish embezzlement wasn't part of it
I doubt it.

Tsunami,
earthquake,
hurricane

Pure natural disasters
befall nations of this world

Exception, if you can see,
is the case of Nigeria, my nation
for disasters,
disasters in my nation are born of laxity
and baptised by greed.

Nigerians,
Nigeria, you've clocked 54
under a crawling deceit

Let none of your disciples
praise the hand that printed this
nor crucify it
for Creator of the universe
will command Amadioha to strike to death
anyone dare crucify it.
Bon appetit!

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

IS HE TRULY GONE? (by Abiola Paul Oku-ola)

You said he is dead
That you bullet pierced his head
His heart had stopped beating
His soul has no more place among the living
...Is he truly gone?

Heroes don't die
Even when with the angels they fly
Guerrillas too live
In their course, many do believe
...Is he truly gone?

You don't cut down a tree only at the stem
Else it will regrow and become more firm
Insurgency is like earthworm
Before long a new chief will arrive to cause more storm
...Is he truly gone?

NOTE: "Is He Truly Gone?" is a poem written by Paul Abiola Oku-ola, a great contemporary author. He's a good friend of naijapoets on facebook and his new book is blazing hot @kobo.com. Feel free to take a look at his facebook profile.

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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

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I wrote, “Detective Tel”
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      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………