How To Analyze A Poem

In case you know or may not know, few simple steps are required of you to analysis a poem to the best of your ability. They are in a question form:
(1) What few explanations can I give regarding the backgound of the poet?
(2) What recipes (poetic devices) do the poem acquire?
(3) What explanation can I give about the poem's connotation and denotation?
(4) What categor(ies) can the poem be placed?
(5) What other poem(s) can you place side by side with the poem you're analyzing?

It shows that by the time you begin answering the questions ome after the other, poetic analysis has began.

Some poems do have anonymous author maybe because they are traditional oral generated poems or maybe some unforeseen circumstances separated from their authors without retrace. Theose kind of poem ease the labor in poetic analysis since none will crucify you for not unearthing the broad background. Some poems do have real author and the translator to a different language. You must strive to give few background of both names involved to clear confusion. You are expected to give the right account of what you know about the poet (date of birth, date of death, family background, career life, marital life, achievements, etc).

The form,setting,mood,figures of speech found in the poem will be a great knowledge to those reading your analysis.
Under this atmosphere, you'll figure out what type of poem it is. There are various types of poems (elegy,ballard,sonnet,sestina,acoustic,haiku,limerick,cinquain,diamonte,etc) which means you must study types of poem. You must be able to explain whether the poem is a free verse or blank verse and be able to point out the rhythm or rhyme scheme pattern if they exist within the poem you are analyzing. You will speak of the diction of the poem, the mood, the setting, etc. Diction can be referred to as the level of words' clarity and their mode of presentation. Setting is the place or period or circumstance surrounding the event of the poem "Salute To The Elephant" has a rural forest setting. Mood is the mental or emotional state of the character in the poem. "To His Coy Mistress" has a worry mood. There are over 500 figures of speech or poetic devices but as a beginner you can at first get familiar with the common ones like simile, metaphor, imagery, personification, litotes, irony and see whether you can find few of them in the poem you're analyzing; later you can start learning the remaining like merism, zuegma, anachronism, etc.

To analyze the connotation and denotation, you must understand what two words mean. Connotation is the deeper meaning, literary meaning, suggested meaning, implied meaning of a poem. Denotation is the surface meaning, explicit meaning, literal meaning of a poem; this where you figure the themes of the poem and its subject matter. You can explain the denotation of a poem by narrating the account of the poem in a prose form and while doing so, you must endeavor to shed light on some ambiguities in the poem.

There are so many categories for poem: religious, political, natural, romantic, lusty, lullaby, teenage, war, friendship, horror, crime, sport, travel, humor, etc. You identify where the poem belong. Poem can belong to more than one category. "Snake" by D.H. Lawrence should go under the category for nature. "A Taxi Driver On His Death" by Timothy Wangusa should be placed under the travel category.

You have any poem that looks similar either in message or style with the one you're analyzing then it is a good idea to compare and contrast. "Mending Wall" by Robert Frost is similar to "Parable" by William Soutar. "Richard Cory" by Edward A. Robinson is similar to "The Icon Of My Town" by Samuel C. Enunwa.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings soaring up high)

3 Major Poetic Devices In Vanity By Birago Diop


[feel free to read Breath By Birago Diop]

In the poem Vanity by Birago Diop, there are three major poetic devices that gave the poem her grandeur. These are (1) Imagery (2) Repetition (3) Rhetorical Question.

Before we examine the great impact these three poetic devices have on the poem, takes a look at the several poetic devices in the poem.

(1) Alliteration: The repetition of consonants at the beginning of two or more words immediately succeeding, or at a short interval. In line 1 "gently gently"in line 8 "what eyes will watch" in line 15 "Dead came with their Dead" in line 25 "Did not understand our dead".

(2) Imagery: This is the use of word in giving vivid picture of an occasion or object or person. In line four "sad complaining voices of beggars" it describes how the voices of the people in the poem look like. "Just as our fears were deaf" is a simile and imagery telling the readers how oblivion the people in the poem were. In line 14 "the black depths of our plaintive throats?" is also an imagery among many that exist in the poem.

[The poem, Ambush By Gbemisola Adeoti also has huge imageries]

(3) Metaphor: This' an indirect comparison which opposes simile that uses "like" and "as" to create its own comparison. In line 4 of the poem "voices of beggars" in line 14 "plaintive throats" in line 9 "the laughter of big children".

(4) Repetition: In the poem, there are repetin tioof words, phrases and lines. "Gengly" "what" "our" "laughter" "mouth" are few words repeated in the poem. There are partial repetition of lines, for instance: line 3 and 5 repeat "who... will hear... without laughter" in line 8 and 10 "what eyes will watch our ... mouths" in line 17 and 19 "just as our ears were deaf" in line 21 and 24 "in the air, in the water, where they have traced their signs".

(5) Rhetorical Question: This' a question posed by a character in a poem which will have no response at all. "Who indeed will hear them without laughter?" line 5, "What eyes will watch our bad mouths?" Other rhetorical questions are in line 8, 10, 11, 13, 14, 29.

As said earlier, imagery, repetition and rhetorical questions are the three major poetic devices that aided the sweetness of the poem, the rest devices pillared the three. A vivid look at the simile, metaphor, and personification within the poem, one will see that they all assisted the use of imageries and the cases of alliterations and assonances that existed in the poem; they helped in making the words and lines repetition more accommodating to the readers hearing. The imageries and the repetition also helped in the usage of rhetorical questions.

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


In the year nineteen ninety nine

A man clocked eighty eight years

With seventy seven cars

And sixty six houses

And fifty five firms

And forty four factories

And thirty three tenants

In his Lekki apartment

His twent

Analysis Of To His Coy Mistress By Andrew Marvel


The poem was written in an iambic tetrameter with a rhyme couplet. It told a story of a man in love with a very coy maiden who so cherished her virtue and unwilling to sacrifice it for romantic love or lust.

The man had to woo and persuade with reasons why they should fall in love and "roll all our strength and all our sweetness up into one ball and tear our pleasures with rough strife through the iron gates of life"

There are (1) theme of romantic love or lust (2) theme of human mortality and its effect on beauty (3) them of time and its effect on human existence

First stanza of the poem was devoted to reveal the level of love the poem speaker had for the coy mistress "my vegetable love should grow/ vaster than empires and more slow" line 11 and 12. He further showed that his love for the coy mistress was not only because of her beauty "but thirty thousand to the rest / an age at least to every part/ and the last age should show your heart/ for lady, you deserve this state/ nor would I love at lower rate."

Human mortality and its effect on beauty was another theme in the poem. He revealed in the second stanza that when the coy mistress die without loving him, her beauty will turn to waste and her so cherished virtue " worms shall try/ and that long preserved virginity/ and your quaint honour turn to dust/ and ashes all my lust"

The theme of time and its effect on was evident in the poem. The poet or poem speaker made it known that time was something the had no control over "had we but world enough and time/ this coyness, lady were no crime" line 1 and 2. "But at my back I always hear/ time's winged chariot hurrying near" line 21 and 22.

Few of the figures of speech are:

Alliteration in line 2 "coyness, lady were no crime" in line 3 was "which way" in line 20 was "love at lower rate"

Allusion was in line 5 to line 10

Imageries seen in virtually all the lines of the poem gave the readers a clear knowledge of the message "in thy marble vault" line 26 of the poem " the grave is a fine and private place" in line 32 "than languish in his slow-chapped power" in line 40.

Metaphor in line 11 "vegetable love" comparing his love to vegetables growing. "Deserts of vast eternity" in line 24

Personification "before us lie deserts of vast eternity" "while the youthful hue sits on thy skin" And Simile in line 34 "on thy skin like morning dew".
IMAGE FROM beamingnotes

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

My Colour By Wale Ogunwole

Every time I see the sunshine I wonder,
Why our blessed nation is going asunder.
If the birds in the sky,
Could treasure their nest till they die
With undisguised pride and honour,
Regardless of their feathers' colour,
What becomes of us black
That cherish not our mother's back?
I am black and am proud,
In the crowd I will say it loud
To us I will say it first,
Save another day for the west.
Cause I need no embassies
For the sun that shines in America,
Is the same that shines in Africa
So take away my fame
It will bring no shame
Take away my lover,
And even make my life over
But take away not my colour,
Cause in it lays my honour.
©Wale Ogunwole (a BDS graduate of University of Ibadan)

Conflicts And Other Affairs


Why do I have to live this absurdity?
Why wasn't I born before Adam,
Before apple affairs and garden created;
Why should I be part of this?

What mason is mixing the concretes
To correct this
That this world is full of conflicts
And other lusty affairs that partake me
And hungry bellies are dying
And infidel kids are given to false daddies
Richer than the real?
And these inequalities here and there,
Mabel Segun hate them as me do.

Why should I be part of this? In my soliloquy
Still yet to resolve the mysteries
Suddenly cam

Limerick For Cacophony

There once was a funny cacophony
Beneath the bra of a busty lady
From a bus to the bush
As to piss and to douche
But soldier-ants caused such cacophony.

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

Facts Of Chess | Naija Poets

Some fellows think that chess is for warring

Some think it's for intellectual fellows

Two fellows aiming at each other's crown

In sixty four squares of black and white

In sixty four squares of eight ranks and files

Opening repertoirs... Facts Of Chess | Naija Poets

Facts Of Chess


Some fellows think that chess is for warring
Some think it's for intellectual fellows
Of two fellows aiming at each other's crown
In sixty four squares of black and white
In sixty four squares of eight ranks and files
Opening repertoires are personified
Philidor defense, Réti attack and
The Samisch variation are few to mention
Great Kaspa

Preoccupation Of Lenrie Peters In The Panic Of Growing Older

Lenrie Peters preoccupation in the poem: "The Panic Of Growing Older" can be considered as how some factors (time,ambition,hope,etc) affect the adult stage of human beings.

Lenrie Peters, the author of the poem, took age 20 upwards as his case study to show how the events of adulthood unfold. He revealed that a person begins adulthood with beautiful hopes:
"at twenty
stilled by hope
of gigantic success
and exploration"

Ten years later, one has gained the achievement of raising a family (which is not an achievement at all because such will surely occur as an adult), one becomes unnecessarily busy in domesticity that won't give room of seeing the moon, one begins to suffer emotional pains due to inability to achieve exp



Whenever I'm forked by queens
I do not care
Cos great oppressors they are.

And to be forked by a Bishop
Or to be forked by a Knight
Which do you prefer?

A Bishop rather forks me than a Knight
Pains of Knight fork are immense.

A Knight can fork more than once
Fork you to shift but down a piece
Yet another check that moves you
To th

Analysis Of Richard Cory By Edward Robinson

Edward Robinson was born 1869, an American poet who wrote "Richard Cory" one of my favorite poems. He died in the year 1935. Fortunately I found his poem in one of my poetry collections and felt I should write about it.

The poem is a 4 stanzas poem that speaks of a man named Richard Cory who was rich "richer than a king" he was attractive as well and people on their pavements would be carried away staring at him. They would even envy him and wish they were him until the news came that Richard Cory himself "one calm summer night".

Looking at the literary devices, "so on we worked, and waited for the light/ and went without the meat and cursed the bread" in line 13 and 14 symbolized their hustle and sacrifices to be rich, "from sole to crown" in l

Haiku For Hibiscus

No certain morrow
To live in sorrow
What a new born fresh flower!

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings)
Image Credit: funflowerfacts web

Acoustic Poem For Oyo


Oh, boy!
You're on your own.
Only you can help yourself to grow.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the candid Leo preaching poetry)

How Sympathetic Was John Pepper Clark In The Poem "The Casualties"

The poet's feeling of sympathy for the victims of the war was so overwhelming in the poem "The Casualties" to the extent that he never excluded himself among the victims:
"We fall
All casualties of the war
Because we cannot hear each other speak
Because eyes have ceased to see the face from the crowd
Because whether we know or
Do not know the extent of wrong on all sides,
We are characters now other than before".

John Pepper Clark in his state of sympathy, blame and guilt; divided the victims_ referred to as casualties, into two groups (the directly affected victims and the indirectly affected victim) and finally made it open to the readers that those who thought themselves to be "the looters" during the war were as well victims being so "fearful everyday the owners may return".

He sympathetically enlisted the direct victims as (1) those who are dead (2) those who are wounded (3) those who have lost persons or property (4)

Listen Comrades By David Diop

Listen comrades of the struggling centuries
To the keen clamour of the Negro from Africa to the Americas
They have killed Mamba
As they killed the seven of Martinsville
Or the Madagascan down there in the pale light of the prisons
He held in his look comrades
The warm faith of a heart without anguish
And his smile despite agony
Despite the wounds of his broken body
Kept the bright colours of a bouquet of hope
It is true that they have killed Mamba with his white hairs
Who ten tim

While The World Goes Crumbling, Tumbling, Deadly

POETIC DIGEST: "Hamartia shows the tragic flaw of a protagonist in a poem."

Keeping quiet;

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

NOTE: The poem above is categorized under short poem. I do not know what gave birth to such form of poem, maybe it came due to laziness, or due to boredom, or in imitation to poems like haiku, or maybe it came as a way of adding fun or mockery to poetry. I just hope you have enjoyed mine.

Why Believe Time Waits For No Man

Iwo road travellers

Waiting patiently was time
Planning his coup d'etat
Before mama put to bed in hospital.

Who told you to begin school?

Who told you to know this and know not that?

Who told you to grow hairs of
Armpits and those in panties?

Who told you to break away from care?

Who told you to pick a boo?

Who told you to pick a pension scheme
For what you cannot prove?

Who told yo

With Poets All Things Are Possible



How can someone's eyes
Be so unique like the cherry seed?

How can someone's skin
Be so smooth and shiny like
A special ceramic tile?

How can someone's hip
Be so hippy like a mahogany tree?

How can someone standing
Be standing like statue of Venus
The goddess of fertility?

Only God knows why some ladies
Are uniquely made differently
Dazzling, tem

Marriage Of Stupid Publicity

Why forcing me to this
Marriage of stupid publicity?

Why forcing me to this
Wedding paparazzi of innate regret?

Like a sallah ram
You keep tying me to stake.

Like a ritual goat
You keep digging my grave

Like a burial cow
You keep press my horns downwards,
Raising my ne

I'm Beginning To Dislike Aristos

I'm beginning to dislike aristos
So much than I dislike Lottos

Everywhere we go, we see mobile things:
Mobile phones,
Mobile homes,
Mobile money,
Mobile offices
And mobile prostitutes
Nigerians call aristos

Aristos are the mobile holes
Moving from post to post
And aristo of Jos today
Is in Kano tomorrow;
I'm beginning to dislike aristos.

Oh! You, aristos
You, the civil customized prostitutes,
What is wrong with you?

Gone are the eras, your sales were real;
When your appl

7 Steps To Move Poetry Book From Createspace To Kindle

Here's the steps to kill two birds
With a stone

Here's the steps to sell one poetry book
In both amazon store and kindle store
So simply with no hassle.

Step one is to
Arrange your poems on your PC in form of a book

Step two is to
Sign-up to

Step three is to
Fill the setup for your book

Step four is to
Upload your book file and create bookcover
Where necessary in the setup

Step five is to
Click publish to kindle under distribute bar,
Which moves you to Kindle webpage

Step six is to
Sign-up at Kindle webpage and your book detail
Will be automati

Love At First Sight

You lady passing in front of me,
Pass me the chain of passion prison,
Let me dine in the dungeon of your iris
For love, these days, spreads like a disease,
Sipping through the purse of every
Man that sees; maybe the blinds feel it.
Even the men wearing mask to preve

I Named Him Whataday

What a day!
For this day should portray
A red letter day

The same day I was stung by bees
More than three
I fell from the mango tree
Hurt my knees
While peeping from the tree
To clearly see
The passing Ajimobi
The same way Zacchaeus did
On the fig-sycamore tree
To clearly see
The passing Jesu Christi.

The same day I was upset
Couldn't connect my tablet
To a 3G internet to view my interest
Only to then hurry to the toilet
Forgot to wa


And all these while,
You braze me the hood
Preventing my stamen pass
The sweet pistil of yours.
Now I'm taking you, Flower,

To that matrimonial ritual
Of for-better-for-worse
To uni

The Juvenile Pledge


I pledge to the cane of my mommy
To be faithful, loyal and honest
To serve my mommy with all but force
To be helpful in the kitchen,
And washing the dishes and doing the laundries
And so help me God.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo soaring really)

Limerick For A Painter

A painter removed his bearded-chin,
Placed on a table as not to stain
And so painting his wall
He received a phone-call
But began painting with his bearded-chin.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo in the sky rising)

Image: jantoo cartoon

Cobra And Rose

Before love became the meal of death
And virginity was not his interest
And living ropes do not sit on red furnaces
Meditating how to devour red roses
With fertile tomorrow. Before then,
Love was pure and real and
Two opposites meet under canopy of Twains
On the path to stream in evening silence
For fetchers have fetched and farms deserted
For juvenile interests to find rendezvous
(No two for one but one for one)
And romantic deceits have yet perco

Interesting Chaotic Situation

Like in the days of Noah,
So nonchalant they were
Of the signs they saw;
They never cared of the signs they saw
Men and women
And market men and women
And confusing to and fro pedestrians filing,
Flies, goats, undying movements of motorists_
All never cared of the signs they saw.

Suddenly it began bulleting
With rage and race pouncing on skins
People dyingly wet and stiff
The coldness of her bullet effects melted thr

Poem And Analysis Of The Fulani Creation Story | Naija Poets

This post will be taking a good look at the

mythical poem of how the Fulani people emerged. The poet is unknown but the poem has been loved by many eyes reading it. Interested  should check  Poem And Analysis Of The Fulani Creation Story | Naija Poets

Juliana And Jollof Rice


Juliana and jollof rice
Share some things in common.

Juliana starts with J,
Jollof rice starts with J.

Everyone loves Juliana
As everyone loves jollof rice.

People reje

When Ladies See Me...


Ladies see me,these days,
They say:
You used to be handsome than this"

They do not notice
I wear self inflicted insomnia

They do not notice
Seeking daily chop-chop
Has made caricature of me

They do not notice
I must be up and down as
Not to end up lying belly upward
Every sunny afternoon
By the side of the road
For familiar faces passing by
Pretend th

Acoustic Poem For Potatoes

Potato makes me think of Toronto,

Orlando or sweet places people go.

Tasting it fights taekwondo with my sorrows

Augmenting my love for fried potato with pap;

Thank God, it was discovered in Peru.

O! I wish it could cure tumorous diseases

Even the traumatizing tuberculosis;

Since a tuberous crop is what they call it.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(Long live this Leo with wings)

How Can I Change The World


How can I change the world
With verses of no audience at all?

How can I win a heart
Where hearts and verses are wide apart?

A poet should be a priest
Of no religion but of peace
And of pe

Better Ways To Teach Poetry In Senior Secondary Schools

As a literature teacher in both English and Yoruba language, I've realized that teaching literature in a senior secondary school require more stills than thought. The strategy used in the teaching of the three genres must be different because poetry, prose and drama are like farmers operating different forms of farming.

This post will make a list of the things a literature teacher should place in mind when teaching poetry to a senior secondary class (irrespective of the language taught).

(1) A literature must always remember his/her poetry class is preparing the students for senior secondary school certificate examination and the joint matriculation examination.

(2) A literature teacher must encourage the students to be lovers of poetry by introducing contemporary and classic poem to them and encouraging them to read and analysis poems on their own.

(3) A literature teacher must ensure the students listen to oral or recorded poems and as well make them comp

Poetic Analysis Of Classic African Poems From Naija Poets | … Where poetry exudes power of poets!

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How Pleasurable Is The Dining Table By Gbanabom Hallowell

The Dining Table is a war poem and the major theme of the poem can be referred to as THE EFFECTS OF CIVIL WAR OR COMMUNAL ATTACK.
From the major theme came the following factors or sub themes: (1)Loss of appetite, (2)Homelessness, (3)Abnormal alertness due to fear, (4)Undeniable fatigue and pain, etc

The poem speaker makes the readers to see how their dinner became undined due to "desert tongue" (loss of appetite) because of injuries and the way the peppery meal stings their tongues like a scorpion.

Homelessness gathered every age to the so-called "dinner table"; including the sleepless barefooted children with eyes so sharp and alert like switchblades and the effect of the war or sudden attack took away their peace and clipped their voices with silence.

As common to nights of every assaults, ab

Acoustic Poem For Baby

Leeping child

Born in this umbilical cord.
Adrenaline, as mother cares the more;
Bachelor's eve will soon make you miss
Your youth, and teen and todling days

Samuel C. Enunwa aka Samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings flying high)

Novel Versus Poetry (Which One Is Better)

Novels are easily understood,
Novels are read more and more,
Novels often transform to movies
We watch on our TV screens,
Novels require more lines and chapters and
Novels dance to the tone of literal words.

Novelists are 50% male and 50% female
Novelists are better known celebrities
Like Anais Nïn and
Novelists combine intuition and truth to entertain.
Novelists touch the hearts of kids and teens

Is This Kanye West

[caption id="attachment_10771" align="aligncenter" width="900"]Thought my sketching talent suck Until I sketched in my paper Kanye West; One of my favorite rap artist Yeah! Late Registration, I listen to it each morn. Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry (the Leo with wings soaring) Thought my sketching talent suck
Until I sketched in my paper Kanye West;
One of my favorite rap artist
Yeah! Late Registration,
I listen to it each morn.
Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings soaring)[/caption]

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        (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 Thank you and keep up the good work. May the good Lord reward you all, Amen. Finally, to all my friends @,,,, 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 @, 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.

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 …

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 …

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.

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
  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.

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………