From The Pink Diary


Forbidden Limit..........................
When My Lady Was Out Of Town.............
Honest Human Moths.......................
Shady Belle..............................
You Can Call Me A farmer.................
Answer, Shady Belle......................
The Maize Plant..........................
Change Grew Suddenly In My Breast........
Colony Of Attraction.....................
Beneath Your Nose........................
In The Shower............................
The Dark Darling In Yellow...............
Behind Stays A Soul......................
To What Shall I Compare..................
The Belles I Treat So Good...............


This book is
dedicated sincerely
to all lovers of poetry
and those who prefer activity
to idleness.


This simple book is for all lovers of poetry, it contains sixteen different love poem written by Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry (the Leo with wings flying). Readers must keep in mind that every messages, ideas, names mentioned in this poem are offsprings of imagination and not in any way a reality. I just hope you'll enjoy this simple book.

[Chapter 1]


There is strong chemistry in this room
what my heart packages, your heart speaks too
Affection is no respecter of gender
Supple breast of yours I see them so tender
The breast of mine I know you love it too
When we concave in solitude to de-groom
Mills and Boons are not for juveniles
Mature you and I can fairly practicalize
Couch to the floor made of marble
To devour the chemistry in this room
Lady, go switch off the faraday
Hold my waist, we won't run away
Pink show, purple play, French kissing
Intoxicated adulthood indiscipline
Perfume the room, let the music boom
what happens in cameroon stays in cameroon.

[Chapter 2]


You know how much I've resisted you
I'm in a serious relationship now
Dearing to my heart, she's my gueenly crown
For two weeks now, she's out of town
How long will I give you my frown
Why must you always sit in front of my pew
Wearing jump tops revealing your dark buttocks
Revealing the subway into your dark buttocks
In my mind I tried to kill your evil ducks
More and more your temptations keep breeding flocks
My weak spot, how could you thought through
Singing Brian McKnight
While frying plantain with lustful delight
Wearing pink gown in this cold night
I can't take it no more seeing your lubricated thighs;
Female corp member, finally, you made me beg for a one night stand

[Chapter 3]


At several small spots
They give succor and comfort
To many community crackpots
Using bright lights for support
Fake nor feign their jobs not
The honest human moths
Whom we crucify a lot.

Some call them harlots, some call them sluts
But who fights our infidel lovers, our beloved lots
Our good and just cohorts, our ugly and ugly nots
Who secretly lust and abort
Who even beget comfort with their carrot pots
In courts void of cots
In resorts, depots and other lots
When light finds a way to pardon the dark dots.

At this point of report
The first lots I hate not
As some hate not the north
While others love not the north
Alcohol, I take not nor tot
So never you curse this report
Since our prayers require both lots;
Perfection, we've fallen short.

[Chapter 4]


Each time I look up to the sky
And I see beautiful birds fly
In company and merry
I ask my heavenly daddy
To give me a lovely deary
And thanks to my heavenly daddy
For making you my lovely deary.

[Chapter 5]


I have a can of fertilizer
A plough and a ridger
So don't bother about hoe
Cutlass is here also
Slasher will be borrowed
Alongside harvester tomorrow
Yes, you can call me a farmer
Once it hampers not my desire
Of planting my kisses
On your acre of lips
As I stay in the dark
Where you lie on your back.

[Chapter 6]


Like the color of my skin
Does he look foreign
Loves to eat rice and beans
Or loves to wear blue jeans
Does he love your dimple and chin
Or your royal look of a queen
Does he love to defend you with Alekhine
Or the chess Albin
Does he 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 color of my skin
Oh! You, the love of my gene
My sweet love since teen
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
And after departing my love garden.

[Chapter 7]


Correct girls are that maize plant
Planted amidst grasses
Grasses grew high
High as other plants
Plants like shrubs
Shrubs scattered around the byre
The byre is a cow shed
Shedding fertilizers
Fertilizing that arable farm
Farmers know arable is sweet
Sweet whilst free
Free of stress and cost
Cost of feeding the cow
Cow! Meat to man
Man left the farm
Farm found quietness
Quietness found freedom
Freedom ran into cows
Cows browsed and grazed
Grazed carelessly the way
The way hurt the maize
The maize sorbed and wept
Wept till the farmer entered
Entered in great amazement
Amazed at his own folly
Folly of neglecting the fragile maize
The maize of great worth
Worth the cows and the farm
The farmer finally shouted "why?
Why has my folly stabbed me
Stabbed me in the back?"

[Chapter 8]


Change grew suddenly in my breast
In the right in the left
Facing the mirror after bath
"Of what?" you may ask on earth
Not of thickenings not of knots
Though I was always sort
Of careful; full of worth
Oh, it was my fault
Full of great worth
Wanted more than I got
Change grew suddenly in my breast
On my face; my skin a lot
Like grasses in grace and comfort
Time! Stop fighting the pride I got
Please, my lessons I've learnt a lot
Don't let me die on earth
Without wards and consult.

[Chapter 9]


I have much to mention
About you, my colony of attraction
Without fear of contemplation
Your eyes of seduction
Your smiles of attention
Your shape and bodily action
Persuade my reaction
With some worthy passion
But few I've got to mention
From my compilation
About you, my colony of attraction
Except you crave for addition.

[Chapter 10]


Whenever you pose
Myself, I can't compose
I love the lips beneath your nose
So beautiful like rose
And whenever I come this close
They smell like red rose
And make me take them overdose.

[Chapter 11]


I've found 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 hands in the shower
Over right breast in the shower
And her right hand in the shower
Over her left breast in the shower
Screening for lumps in the shower
Or knots or thickenings in the shower
And for any early cancer
For early signs of breast cancer
As said by her doctor
That breast curable cancers
Can be found in the shower
So my lovely ladies here and there
Whenever in the shower
Please, search for the curable cancers.

[Chapter 12]


The dark darling in yellow
Whose shadow arouses as belles in Rolling Stones
And bestowed beauty like rainbow
I wish we forever slept and woke
Each day she strolls across my window
I wish we stayed together as egg white and yolk
Bringing her home to feel at home
Soaking her in my sofa to pose for photos
And serving her some soda and gateaux
But this window is stolen by my superego
The ego that vetoes my love in yellow
Because she looks so low as supposed
But her Aba-made stiletto stokes my soul
Pronouncing her strolls across my window
I'm yoked to this echoing superego
That I know no walkover to this whacko
And I can neither revoke nor stow ergo
As I relocate pronto to my boring proles
Without my token say-so to the scopes
Because I can't forego my superego:
Oh, I can't be loving like a troll so shallow.

[Chapter 13]


If always I sleep and wake
In a mansion near a lake
Enjoying like ant in sugared cake
And hands of presidents I can shake
Because of personality sake
While my rhymes are the brake
To heavenly race men take
Then my breath on earth is fake.

If I get so much paid
For wanting my rhymes like cure for AIDs
While the carpet of rapes and raids
Plus other acts I leave unsaid
Still remain where laid
Then on earth, I'm as I've said.

But if you still cause pain
Promote negativity in your brain
Or holding the devil's chain
While my strives in sun and rain
Have dropped my rhymes in your domain
Then you're making my breath a vain.

[Chapter 14]


A bestow by beauty
Simply the reigning queen
Behind stays a soul;
The Regina you choose as a Rex

A love deposit at prudent bank
Sumptuous chic chick
Behind stays a soul;
The pearl you own as a rich

A bridge between boy and man
Sweet celestial sign of change
Behind stays a soul;
The rainbow you derive as a sky

A touch of whom you tremble
Paul Gaulter bottle in shape
Behind stays a soul;
The body you fondle so legally

A sexy chant of the heart
The love of my soul
Behind stays a soul;
The song you sing as a singer

A memento in the odyssey of love
The immortal love
Behind stays a soul;
The legacy you leave as a lover

A transitional present from past to future
The true damsel of trust
Behind stays a soul;
My very very first love.

[Chapter 15]


As you stayed where you lay
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Like William of Shakespeare
Or to what shall I compare?
In dresses you are gay
In shape, Mary J.
Your touch is full of care
So to what shall I compare?
Novembers are delay
I think of marrying you in May
To father the fruits you bear
So to what shall I compare?
With you I want to stay
Cemented in your beauty clay
Because your beauty repairs
So to what shall I compare?
And if all your eyes display
Is making me to pay
For your beauty that is so dare
So to what shall I compare?

[Chapter 16]


My heart, they break so soon
Sending not my love a maroon
By belles I treat so good
The belles that look so good
Some I loved and met in school
I love being cool, am I a fool?
These angels I give much room
Together we watched mushrooms
Flowering plants and loons
With cool chirp and croon
Next a neighboring brook
We read books or cook
Or feed the golden goose
Or party to get in groove
For also, we play pontoon
And sit near a full moon
And watch movies and cartoons
In decorated room with festoons
And colorful love balloons
Mama bear me not with silver spoon
Yet I call each morn till noon
For them to share my honeymoon
But my heart they leave so soon
And my heart they break so soon
Sending not my love a maroon.

Samuel C Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings flying)

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        (The Long Awaited)

    Samuel C. Enunwa

Author’s note………………….
My wealthy neighbour………...
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………………..
Ode to the poet’s curtain……..
Halle Bery…………………….
They’re searching through Google…..
                         To thee, lovers of poetry
                       effort and ability
       I dedicate this to thee willingly.

       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.
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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 @, 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.

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.

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.

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 …

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 couples
Soon get into trouble
Offer each other battle
Live so unstable
And uncomfortable
And regret being couple
When the …

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.

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 …


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.

          (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
  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.

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.

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

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
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
Devilfinder, Ask, and Yahoo
To hear …

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, 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………