If Successfully I Divorce My Wife

If successfully I divorce my wife next week

God help me
I'll pick a born-again Christian and marry

Believe me
youth choir
youth drama group
single ladies committee
oh such places
my target will be

If successfully the Court divorce my wife and me

I'll avoid ladies like my ex
my divorced wife
a wolf in wolf's clothing

I'll avoid ladies like my ex-wife
over-beautifully carved
with tempting eyes
obscene striding
extravagant spending
flashy craving for worldly things I can't afford

let the jury favor me
free me from this senseless ovarian entity
always giving me sleepless nights
with her sex organs of smell
so hard to satisfy
look at me now
I'm close to skeleton
so draining is
her angriage and nagattitude
coming me to slap her face
shedding crocodile tears

I pray the divorce should come
for each blink of an eye in my place of work
my mind keeps asking me what if
your beautiful wife is
on thy matrimonial bed cheating
on my motorcycle I'll hurry home
only to always meet her making my meal

never for once have I caught her cheating
marrying her has never for once given me peace.

If successfully I divorce my wife next week

I'll pick a born-again Christian and face a bigger risk.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

    No comments:

    Follow by Email


    ·         History Of Airtel In Nigeria
    ·         New Airtel Receive Free Call

            (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.
         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.

    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.

            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 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 …


    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 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.

    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

    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………