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Eight Golden Rules for How to Play Your Best Tennis


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To hit hard like Djokovic
and Rafael Nadal won't pick it
you must be physically fit

Your handband must be Nike
Your headband must be Nike
Your sneakers must be Nike
Your playing jersey
Nike must mark it
so your games will flow easy.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(Tennis creates everlasting life)

No.1 Guidelines

No.2 The Poetic Analysis Of The Poem Ambassador Of Poverty Written By Joseph Onome

No.3 Home page / Archives

No.4 Fascination In The Poem Stanley Meets Mutesa

No.5 Don’t Fall In Love With Me, Last Warning

No.6 Ololu– an Egungun

No.7 Dancing Crane

No.8 What Make A Good Poem?

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You've taken the footsteps of your forefathers,
I give you kudos for that.

You've taken the footsteps
of your forefathers,
your forefathers
never saw a poem and not appreciated:
they knew poets
are born and not made,
they knew amateurs exit not
in the land of poetry
every work of poetry is an inspiration
from above, they loved poetry,
they cited poetry offhand
including that of Blake
William Shakespeare
beawouf was their song of rest
they wooed their girls
with flowing sonnets,
they knew poetry was
DIVINE
to dine; poets are the vessels
pouring out_
then what kin will you be
if you do not like poetry?
what will your forefathers speak of thee,
if messages
they send thee
through poetry
you do not always reply to it?

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(poetry has given Leo wings)

Image is from: Wikipedia's Romeo and Juliet

You love me and I love you
too
and this poem is the prove

So let's dance in public
like King David did
in the Bible

And let's dance in public
for old couples to see our dancing steps
and rediscover their lost love

And let's dance in public
for jealous ones to call us fools
believing our courtship will later crumble

The bottom-line is
You Love Me And I Love You Too.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(this love is unbreakable)

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If internet was nigerian house of representative
and masses of my country
were members of the house

I would have witnessed the throwing of chairs
once again

I laughed all my ribs could contain
watching nigerians throw stones
of abuses
and counter-abuses
turning Facebook
and Twitter
and g+
to missile
for political war
on who deserves the Aso Rock

But why?
Why must nigerians place concerns
on Jonathan and Buhari
(our two presidential aspirant clowns)
with nothing good than code of embezzlement
to crack the remnant of nigerian safe.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(my hope

Image credit: merlinsparty site

Please, pay no particular attention to this pun
this pun poem on
what works for me well might not work for you well
that's why many well-known eyes can't deny
I'm tough like thug of war and thoroughly rugged
over-rugged
I don't disturb the doctors
I medicate myself
with two felvin
two flagil
two penicillin
two chloroquine
and look me closely; I don't dare fear overdosing
I'm rugged
over-rugged
I don't pick my phone to phone the police
when some dumb circumstances are scaring me
chasing me down all around
wait, this' not a brainwash or thing I trained
or nurtured for
I'm tough and thoroughly rugged so
undisputable, I'm full of confusing disbelieves
believe me
those with no minds of their own
will believe an elephant can't hide behind a shrub
see deep!
look deeply!
search deep into your mind's eyes for
life's full of lenghty misteries like leaves on trees levitating.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the prove of leo with wings)

Half good, half bad being
will only make heaven

Cease inquiring why my skeleton is intact;
bother not the skeleton in my closet
I cherish hiding
It's my skeleton, the treasure I can't keep in
The Bank of Swiss

I am just as people say
I am saint as people see
I am living in loaf of chastity of atrocities
I can see you applaud behind me
through the sea of contempt
I am cruising your yatch of praises
like Wayne Huizenga
cliffhanger will one day fall
don't be surprised
bread and butter can goad to
obscene absurdity
my life is a tale by moonlight;
enjoy it when you wish,
heed the lessons,
make it a myth
and plant maize on me

I hope the squirrels
won't dig my skeleton out
but let it decay to grow your maize
and make you amazing.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(my skeleton is within my poetry)

Tortoise in Exile (Heinemann Frontline) is a story that gives any adult reading it for the first time, the feel of his or her childhood when folktales were truly enjoyed. It's also a story that makes young people have the taste of folktale but in a contemporarily refined way.

Chio Enwonwu (the author) was so clever to remember the kids with such style of writing in this era where folklores and folktales are moving to extinction. Through proper imaginative thinking, he made tortoise and his wife the hero of the story compared to most folktales where tortoise is always the bad man.

This post is not focussing on the content or context of the book: Tortoise In Exile (anyone who care to know about those can just search the book and read) but the post is on few questions a parent or teacher can ask kid(s) who claims to have read the story properly.

Below are 15 important questions to ask anyone who claims to have properly read Tortoise in Exile (Heinemann Frontline)


1) What is another word …

With legs good for dancing
let me fill you in
I have legs of crane
dancing gracefully to sweet melodies
of sweet Nightingales

When I dance for ladies
they laugh their heart out and
I pick it up at once and
give it back to them on my knees.

Maybe I should quit dancing.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(flying high not by might)

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How important is sex education?
when sex educators award no certificate for it
souls lacking sex education are no sex illiterates

Oh, sweet sexing!
As ancient as creation
sex is a fashion that never goes out-of-date

Lock two fools in a cage
in two weeks they'll procreate
sex is for both fool and sage
the worst moron on earth
can make a lady wet
and moaning in sweat

For sex is a lecture given by God
to all living things before their births
that is why
you check through the gapes in your home
wall-geckos are doing it;
you open your window
the goats are doing it;
you cast your eyes on the electric pole
the birds are doing it

I keep wondering why some stupid fellows
are still claiming to be pro.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(this flight is not by might)

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On a dark hillside
A lone shepherd,
Wrapped in his blanket,
Hugged his knees,
Dreamed into the night,
A wisp of crescent moon,

A sky full of stars,
In his thought,
He was asking,
'Does my small fire
Shine up to the stars?'

Adapted from a poem by David O'Neal

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In this Ghost town

You and I

walking down the hotel street

like the Fifth Harmony

in proximity

just hold me tight Sugar Mommy

tightly tightening my arms to thee

and tighter we shall be

strolling our reflections are in this darkness

promiscuous bloodstream of us is

strongly into this

like Unapologetic Bitch

Only Time can nullify this take button down

as the sole key to Living For Love

so hold me tightly Sugar Mommy

experimenting my Body Rock

while climbing through thy waterfall.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(flying high, not by might)

I write things

that make people offended

and my poems

are sweet, so rap intended

and people follow

everything I've said

I carry Christ and cross

above my head

even if you shoot me

I can't be dead

Ain't mean you should try it

don't go ahead

if truly you love me

come to my bed

why should I beg ladies

to turn naked?

When my own lady'll

love me till the end

except I'm tired and

dump her instead

I'll never dump her

she's my daily bread.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(to fly is not by might)

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Somewhere in the world
A child is about to wake
Only to die of hunger
My heart breaks

In the middle of a city
A lone dark figure shakes
No place to call their home
My heart breaks

A feline & her kittens
Starving in some crates
Abandoned by a monster
My heart breaks

A funeral's in procession
I see the loved ones' face
Memories fill my conscience
My heart breaks

By Lady Brumby

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Some fishes asked me when will I retire.

Poetry's an act of making martyr;

Retirement will never be my attire

I will never wear it anywhere

Even when I'm old using staff as spare

I'll write on walls I see everywhere

Even when I'm old seeing only with left eye

Such predicament will be a theme to inspire

Even when I'm old sitting only by the fire

I'll make old age a theme to inspire

And fire higher and never retire

And help me tell all the human quagmire

My inspiration is burning a camp fire

Burning so wild going haywire

Like two naked intersected wire

My inspiration is sparking and kindling it's fire

Take a look at my inspiration is everywhere

when I cough, it is there

When I sneeze, it is there

When I cry, it is there

When I laugh, it is there

When I walk, it is there

When I stand, it is there

When I rage at things that make me angry

It is there

When I hunger for things that make me happy

It is there

I can't murder the inspiration I've acquired

In my medulla ob…

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Backbiters don't know where you're coming from
they don't know where you're going to;
no matter what they say about you,
Dear Poets,
their stories can never be correct.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
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I am Katy Didden
author of The Glacier's Wake

I do believe in inspiration,
in genius and
all of that

I think there are some people whose inner constitutions
so suited to poetry
they can rattle off poems more easily than most_
note them.

Thoughts move through their brains like
notes through flutes
usually not how it works for me

My thoughts are more like bewildered mice
in mazes
yet, all hard-working poets
can have fits of inspirations and
stretches of genius.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(high in the sky, not by might)

NOTE: The source of this parody is howapoemhappens website where Katy Didden's opinion about poetic inspiration was written.

This image is from sidereel website

There are so many things still hard to understand on earth

Things like why cock crow
when turkeys do not

Why eagles fly
when kiwis do not

Why some men are blind
or physically impaired
when others do not

Why monkeys like banana
far more than men do

Why deserts go so barren
far more than swamps do

Why earth waste time rotating
when eyes cannot see it doing it

And why should night be falling
when the poor cannot spread their bowls outside
and use it to bathe in the morning
the same way
they do to rainfall

And why should ice-blocked rain
suddenly begin rainning
when people have no prove
of refrigerator hiding somewhere in heaven

And why
and I just don’t know
why the dark hood
should be quoting the Bible

And why people should believe
angels must wear white
and must have wings
and must be beautiful
like Peyton Sawyer of One Three Hill

And I still don’t know why
few prayers answered
are not of those praying relentlessly
on mountains. hills
and rocky forests everyday.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samue…