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
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
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
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 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.
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
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
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
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
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)
photo from irokoheritage 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.
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)
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
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
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
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
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 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
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)
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
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
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)
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
