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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

God Speak To Me Soulfully

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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

What Is New

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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

Courtship For Real

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

Is a movie
Ladies the actresses
Acting it;
Their costum

Hustling Things

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<!--more--> 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?

Copyright ©Acquah Laluah.

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

Holy Pulpit

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

The Echoes Of My Town

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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

Dedicate Thyself To Continuous Learning

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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

Anytime I Think Of You

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

To My Future Spouse (Written By Empress-Lady Black Poet)

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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

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

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
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

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

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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
Keep me and the child safe during these

You're Better Off

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

Who Do You Respect

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Some fishes queried:
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.

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


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

Love Appearance And Familiarity

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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

Lord I Love My Mom

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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.

Figure of Speech Questions and Answers

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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

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
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

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

Sijo For My Grandpa

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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.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(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.

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.

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

Take Charge Of Your Life Now

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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

Haiku For Biscuit

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

Acoustic Poem For Muslims

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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.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the candid leo with wings freed)

Give It A Finishing Touch



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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

Acoustic Poem For Arrogant Wife


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.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the candid Leo with wing flying)

Though Questions About African Poets

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If you believe you're well informed about African poets then...

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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

Acoustic Poem For Fish

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Fishes fingerlings fries roe

In dished fried rice elate human souls

So scaly swimming hobby

Herbivorous carnivorous or both

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


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