samuel contemporary: June 2015

Letter From A Far Away Son

Dear mother,
It’s been 4years now
Since you’ve seen my gaptooth

I know you still love me
And your worry day-by-day
Is not whether I still have a smooth face
Or whether I’ve got some scars of wrinkles
That will bring you disgrace

I know you still love me
And your worry day-by-day
Like every other mothers do
Is whether I’m still in good health

Mama, please,
I’m sorry for

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God, I'm glad, I'm a son of God
In this life with nothing within
Where vanity leads the winners of earth nowhere
And money only give power to owners of money and
Distressed poors to only so distressed

If bulls can bark, and if
The buffaloes

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What new in where earth rotates
And events merry-go-round their rhythms
Like beats?

So live your haves while you last
And cease casting the dice of blames
For your dismay?

Mammoths are bald before you're bald.
Mammoths are praised before you're praised.
Mammoths are

Fix their hairs,
Watch movies,
Buy their pills,
Go shopping,
Cook in the kitchen
While wearing bikini:

Courtship
Is a movie
Ladies the actresses
Acting it;
Their costum

Striving is all that matters.
Get home and pull your agbada,
Swallow soup with your amala
To slightly fill your bellies
And then curse the tellies
To visit your bed early
For early to bed is early to rise
Why do people say: "See Paris And Die"
When the true paradise is in ladies' eyes?
Lets cease ad

Hotels And Bars Are Selling Less

Condom sale has fallen in the market
Hotels and bars are selling less
Sinful words are spoken less
And ladies and moms have peace of mind
That their men has ceased infidels
Leaving Christain and Atheists
With fornications and atrocities
In this month of Ramadan fasting.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the candid Leo)

The Serving Girl By Gladys Casely-Hayford

The tone of the poem is sweet and that of praise. The tone glorified the beauty of "The Serving Girl" since ladies eyes are part of the factors that determine their beauty. The tone of the poem also praised the deligence and carefulness of the serving girl.

The setting of the poem is rural. What do I mean by setting? A setting of a poem is the time, place, circustances surrounding the scenario(s) of a poem. Looking at the poem, it is vivid that where the serving girl performed her service was local because the palm wine she served was from a "sleeping palm tree"(line 6) and she served the "food" of her customers or guests with a calabash "polished and smooth as sandalwood"(line 2) which was contrary to the fact that civilized gathers serve meals in plates or glasswares.

You do not need to stress your brain on the poetic devices.

The poem is simple a 8lines with a simple dictions. It poet strove to attain rhythm and rhyming scheme for the poem.

Simile existed in line 2&3 "smooth as sandalwood", "white as the foam of the sea". There are images of sight in line 2 "polished and smooth", in line 4 "Peppered and golden-fried", in line 5 "carelessly slips". The poem personified palm tree giving it a "honeyed lips". "The countless things she served with her eyes"(line 8) is an irony; an irony is a situation which is desirable but circumstances around it, made it valueless.

The theme of merriment. Every word in the poem showed that the poem speaker was having fun, maybe at a ceremonial gathering or at a local food and palm wine restaurant. The theme of seduction. This could be indirect or direct; the poem speaker made the readers to understand that while "The Serving Girl" was serving her customers or guests, her attractive, alluring, smiling eyes were serving other sweet motives to the hearts of the customers or guests.

The author, Acquah Laluah, whose real name was Gladys Casely-Hayford was a Sierra Leonean, a dancer, teacher, poet, etc. before she died in Ghana in the year 1960.

_________The Serving Girl_______

The calabash wherein she served my food

Was polished and smooth as sandalwood.

Fish, white as the foam of the sea,

Peppered and golden-fried for me.

She brought palm wine that carelessly slips

From the sleeping palm tree's honeyed lips.

But who can guess, or even surmise

The countless things she served with her eyes?

Holy Pulpit

Hello!
To you robe
White collar
Carrying heavy Bible

If you're not holy
Cease preaching to the pews,
Acting funny;
We watch you like a goat barbeque.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(I remain myself: the Leo flying)

Breaths By Birago Diop

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Listen more often to things rather than beings.
Hear the fire's voice,
Hear the voice of the water.
In the wind hear the sobbing of the trees,
It is our forefathers breathing.

The dead are not gone for ever.
They are in the paling shadows,
And in the da

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Who does care whether foolishness
is keeping malice with wideness?

Hello to thee: Adonis and Aladdin.
Finally, I've become what I want to be in deed;
see me sitting on the fence,
where residence of good and bad
share the same fence, as neighbors.

Conjure goddess of poetic themes
To concur
The complexities in poetry men complain,
I've diluted them.
Now my po

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Dedicate thyself to lifelong learning.

For the race is on, and you're on the run;
Like the wall clock ticking still,
Be sure to do all that you must do
To think, to prepare to win.

Hello, friend!
Untidy tides of distraction blow many ambitio

I wish I could be
Like Captain Cook,
So you could love me
More than you do.

I wish I could tantalize you
With my pastry, delightful look;
So you will always be my boo.

When will the eyes of your heart see
Imbecility in my soul
Made unstable my love for you_
My heart keeps saying I love You.
Thinking heart speaking to heart is
True, as romance novels say they do.

Oh, my God! But why
One plus one is thirty two?
Someone please, tell me
Why am I misbeh

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Like Mary the virgin whose hymen broke
Through the birth
Of a child she brought to earth,
Saw Him take His last breathe
And tasted death.
While His blood showered the feet of those who crucified Him,
His tears fell onto the women who cried for Him,
As His soul embarked on a journey and sat on the right-hand of God,
My love for you is infinite.

Like Samson whom before him an empress was portrayed,
A promise was made,
Through his beloved Delilah he was betrayed.
Lost his eyes and power,
Chained and Framed
Like an animal in the temple.
As the growth of his coarse hair filled his head,
He requested for them to be put amongst the pillars for him to end his life and of those who took away his strength.
My love for you is bond.

Like the Job whom lucifer tried,
Took away his children, his cattle and aimed to get to him again through his bride
Who told him to curse God and die.
As the fetal sores of leprosy and boils that covered his body and in all of that,
He never sinned.
My love for you is genuine.

Like Sarah whose womb denied her children for years
That at the age of ninety she conceived her first and only son at that time whom God requested him from Abraham,
Her husband, as his sacrifice.
My love for you is patient.

Like the intercourse between mother earth and the universe.
As the drizzles of rain,
The pleasures of immaculateness hit her abdominals,
The universe moans and groans in Thunderstorms ,
Releasing his most thickest semen in the colour of righteous Uniforms,
Leaving her womb moist with creativity.
As she gives birth to life,
Her erected nipples release a liquid that saturate ocean and streams,
My love for you is natural.

Like the intercourse between my paper and ink,
I hope for these to penetrate your heart and sink.
Because my love for you is as pure as a mother's breast milk.
And i pray for you more than i pray for myself and ask God to watch over you for me with His eye that cannot blink.

Copyright (c) 2015. Lady Black Poet. All Rights Reserved

NOTE: The source of the poem is from Facebook. It was posted on the Facebook wall of great poet: Empress-Lady Black Poet. Please, endeavor to find more of her beautiful poems on Facebook. Thanks

Themes of Piano and Drums by Gabriel Okara

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Gabriel Okara, the writer of “Piano and Drum” was born in Bayelsa state, Nigeria in 1921. A novelist and a poet; he was once a civil servant. His poem “Piano and Drums” was well beautified with imagery and symbolism.
The themes of the poem can be divided into two: (1) Childhood reminiscence and its effect (2) Complexity of the future and dilemma.

Childhood reminiscence and its effect

The poem speaker was reminded of his/her “primal youth and the beginning” through the quietness of the early morning river and the echoing forest. While at the riverside, the poem speaker could “hear jungle drums telegraphing/the mystic rhythm…” (Line 2 & 3) and other things like panther, leopard, hunters crouching with poised spears, etc added to his/her memory.
The poem speaker revealed in stanza 2, the effect
such reminiscence brought to his/her memory of sitting “in my mother’s lap a suckling”, “walking simple paths with no innovations”, and groping in green leaves with wild flowers in naked hurrying feet.

Complexity of the future and dilemma

How complex, unstable and confusing the future looks was portrayed in the stanza 3 of the poem “Piano and Drums”. The poem speaker heard “a wailing piano” which symbolised a painful sound which “solo speaking of complex ways” (the unknown future) and such painful sound brought a silent cry which the poem referred to as “in tear-furrowed concerto”. In spite of the pain, the poem speaker got “lost in the labyrinth of it complexities” which symbolised the confusing complexity of the future through rough(coaxing) mild(diminuendo) opposite-change(counterpoint) and tough(crescendo). The poem speaker concluded that he found himself/herself in dilemma “wandering in the mystic rhythm/of jungle drums and the concerto.”(line 28 & 29)

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the candid Leo with wings flying)
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Poem: The Joy Of Being A Woman

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Loving heavenly Father, almighty and ever
lasting God, Creator of us all:
Thank You for the joy of knowing that a new
person is growing within me;
Thank You for using me in Your work of
creation.
Keep me and the child safe during these
months of waiting.
I think of Jesus, born just as my child will be born:
Help my child to grow up like Jesus, strong
and wise
and loving, and knowing You as his heavenly Father;
Help me, like Mary, to put myself, my hus-
band, and my children into Your hands,
With complete trust that You will do what is
best for us all.
Poem found in page 78 of “The Joy of being a WOMAN And what a Man can do”(Ingrid Trobisch) HarperSanFrancisco Publishers.

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Sijo Poem For Sonnet 18

Do verses immortalize for sijo to cremate thy ashes of eternity?
For against all odds, moderate-assuring beauty's yours;
So lady, shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

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

Now The Rain Is Falling

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Now the rain is falling,
What are we to do?

Wear our raincoats,
Wear our rain boots.

Jump and sing our song
Singing:

Rain! Rain!!
Go away
Come again
Another day
Little children
Want to play.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings carrying kids along)

Poem: The Joy Of Being A Woman

You're better off.
If you agree not but believe,
you're better off.

Trust me and believe.

Popcorn is better than corn
still sticking to its cob.

Living dog is better than lion
dead, buried, going

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Some fishes queried:
Samueldpoetry,
So who do you respect?

I doff my heart to owner of my soul.

The tailor of my life.
The one watching my mom watching my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed...
...Is the one I respect.

If respect is reciprocal
I come bold to say I do not care,
Whether the owner of my soul
Accrues me no respect in return...
...Is the one I respect.

Male or female
Saint or demon
Kind or wicked
Harsh or gentle
Fair or darken;
Attitude of the owner of my soul
I do not care...
...Is the one I respect.

I sleep I wake
I see this day
Favor on my way
Living healthy
Happy family
Feeding my belly well
My lacks are farewell.

Now,
You know why
I doff my heart to owner of my soul
The owner of

The Touch Of The Master's Hand By Myra Brooks Welch

THE SOURCE OF THIS POEM IS LOSTPINE POETRY

It was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going

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In absence of appearance,
love comes through familiarity.

Of what holds me to no explain why
your love perches on the mango tree
of my lonely soul like dove for
neither appearance nor
familiarity, I possess none.

And what god or goddess spell the to love me?

What trilogy makes you, me, love; to be
in this Bunsen burner of true love standing
firm on th

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Lord I love my mom
I love my dad
And my teachers too.

I love my puppy doll
My bicycle
And my rocking chair.

Lord I love you
I love you
And you love me
I know you do
For the Bible tells me so.

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IDIOPOETIC EXPRESSION

There is
this career
when you choose it
you'll need me
you'll need he and she
and you'll need the rank and file
your words can tie,
your enemies
and friends and families
for you to make it

Because
you will need
to starch your shirt
and smile and shake
and hug
the riff-raff
you used to laugh at
on the street
for you to make it

And funnily
the rank and file
and the riff-raff
you shake hands with
on the street
will see you as a mascot
and give in
since all they hope
is to make ends meet

It is a career
you will leave no stone unturn
to be at cross-purposes
both openly
and in holes and corners
with your colleagues
for you to carry the day

You know why?
It is like the military,
you must be willing to
throw down the gauntlet
Or be ready to take it
At anytime
And fight like Spartacus

If you choose this career
You'll turn so predictable
And after making it
You'll sip ouzos
And gather life's roses
And turn a globetrotter

And after making it
You'll keep them in tenterhooks
And even when they meet you
On the street
You'll make them a good turn
And ride rough shod over them
By leaving them in the lurch
For them to eat their heart out

Then you'll take white elephant
As your herculean duty
In order to feather your nest
And still blow your trumpet
Through pressing and airing
To make many see
It's a yeoman thing

This career
Is a career
Where you must be nice
With open hands
And be willing to share
A minute of crocodile silence
For the victim of the sorrow
You masterminded

At the last leg
When you must have
Robbed peter to pay paul
And bitten than can chew
At arms and legs
You begin to hare
Up and down
To and fro
Helter-skelter
Higgledy-piggledy
Looking for ways
To play hanky-panky
For the jury
Not to lay you by the heels

If you still
Expect me
To name the career
Then grass will grow
Under your feet
Because by now
You should know it.

An Atheist Stole From God In Palm-tree Village

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An atheist journeyed to Palm-tree village,
under the twinkle, twinkle little stars
his expedition of ruin began
lantern in his hands,
sneaker in his feet,
wearing a blue jean,
a t-shirt written: I'm An Atheist.
Stole from the god...
after the kilometer of two plus two
like an angry hippo,
thunder began to grumble up above.
Mr. Atheist hid
amidst the triplet palm tree
while the rainstorm searched for him
with

Merchant Of Sorrow

Death is what you've brought,
We aren't buying it.

Merchant of Sorrow, carry your thing;
Carry it,
We aren't buying it.

Disease is what you've brought,
We aren't buying it.

Merchant of Sorrow, carry your

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My royal grandpa in mud storey of 14th century
Toothlessly spittles telling stories of reign, wars and palace built
With baboon trees; no wonder his storey looks so ugly.

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(the Leo with wings flying in imagination)

5 Tools For Creating Indirectness In A Poem

Aside the commonly used proverbs, idioms, parables, phrasal words, and other words people use very frequently and easily when trying to create indirectness in their expressions, there are few other indirectnesses that can add beauty and maturity to a literary work if properly used.
Few among these are irony, euphemisms, paradox, pun, sarcasm.

(1)EUPHEMISM
What is euphemism?
Euphemism, both written and spoken, is a way of replacing derogatory or sorrow inflicting expression with a polite one in order not make it look derogatory. Till this day, many people still struggle to differentiate idiom and euphemism despite the fact that both are commonly used everyday like water. Example of euphemism is the use of pass away to replace die.

(2)IRONY
This' a statement that, when taken in context, may actually mean something different from, or the opposite of what is written literally; the use of words expressing

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The direction your circumstances fly
determines the way your life will reply.
What good is in bee that makes no honey?
What good is in you that can't tame destiny?

A stagnant stream will be misused,
a broken pot will be disposed,
a pretty statue standing
will have no spouse but

Flour, salt mixed with
Bakers are amazing folks;
Kids have ceased crying.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the winged Leo in the tempest)

40% Of My Budget

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I knew it would come to this,
when cockroaches were making love to rats.
Now my house is full of these
cockroach-like rats.

Tell me, please,
what pleasure is in sour vagina?
what beauty is in burnt beans?

I'm of no intent to speak raw.
My mood's as lous

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Mumu Nigerians
Unable to backup their myths
Stain faces with beards to seduce
Ladies so ninja turtle-like
Iraq is not Nigeria. Cease
Mistaking strange culture for religion___
Sadist I met told me so.

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(the candid leo with wings freed)

Give It A Finishing Touch

Favors

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Ifá, I wake to favor
Òrúnmìlà, I wake to favor
Mice always wake to favor in their paths
Serpents always wake to favor in their holes
Whenever the pigeons wake in the morn
The only song they sing
Is the song of favor
Whenever sparrows parade the sky
The only song

Aargumentative

Remnant of Delilah

Rightly called the militant, the

Orgiatic beast of matrimonial romance.

Gorgeous demon unknown.

Attracting men with make ups,

Nagging vampire

Trying to turn her husband to

....

Wimpous Nigerianus

Instead of

Flourishing her submissiveness; she

Embarks on means to dominate her husband.

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Dishabille

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Oh lady Dishabille!
Revealing thy two coconuts in
Public, how come you want men
Dish thy body meal well
Like a

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In dished fried rice elate human souls

So scaly swimming hobby

Herbivorous carnivorous or both

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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

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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

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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 @ 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, …

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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………

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