poem: SILENT CHRISTMAS

We drag our feet
Towards the pitch dark night
The eve of a
Silent Christmas

The chit-chat, and much ado
About ill Commander-in-Chief
And little flickers of light
From I pass my neighbor
The numero uno source of power
Are all subdued by fuel
The lack of it

Our will to whisper
Imprisoned
By certain salient
Fear
Of tomorrow, the New Year
Triggered by mass sack
Of colleagues here, and there

Silence is enforced
By gloomy thoughts
Of accumulating bills
Like the dreaded sword
Of the legendary Damocles

Christmas spirit,
A discerning being
Has sneaked out through
The backdoor
Remising his rights to
Despondence

We trod now
Grudgingly
With trepidation
Toward a very
Silent Christmas


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poem: KEY TO HAPPINESS

Your promises
Broken or forgotten
Blame it not on the rain
Or the moon or the shine
For seasons will come
Again, and again
In cycles,
Never ending
Like the ever changing
Key to happiness

And if the key to your happiness
Lies in my hands
Gladly would I
Unlock the door
Or the key in your palm I'll lay

To move from uncertainty
To certainty, explore we must
My corner, your corner
All corners of the globe
All time of the day
Godly or ungodly the hour may be
This key we must find

Laced with sweet honey of mystery
And thrills of mischief
This ungodly hour
As delicious it sounds
Might be the key

Explore we shall
And start we will
My place, or yours or neutral will do
Week starts or week ends
This day or the morrow
This week or the next
Dusk or dawn
This key we'll seek

poem: RUNAWAY GROOM

She stood, still
Graceful,

Like a statue
Of the Virgin Mary

Immaculateness,
Bestowed upon her
By the flawlessness
Of her wedding gown

A drop of hot tear
Rolling down
Her delicate cheek
Belies the calmness
Her stillness suggests

The clock ticks

But he’s gone
With another
A runaway groom
Abandoning her
To multitude of expectant
Pairs of eyes
On her wedding day

Her legs wobbled
Perhaps unable to support anymore
The burden swelling up
In her broken heart

Ere comforting hands could
Reach her
Like a log
She slump


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poem: HUNTER HUNTED

I fiddled with emotion
True love I baptized,
Not with water, but saliva
Spat from
My prickly tongue


Time and time again,
I mocked love
Satisfying only my desire -
Lust, loot, and booty
With style
And swagger

Ah, what a player I was
A hunter with class
Gifted with the gab
With sly and con,
Preys, after preys,
I squashed and savour

Now I’m haunted
By loves I spurned
Faces of scorned ones
Parade my dreams
Leaving in their wake
Torments and regrets


Alas, the doors are shut
With locks, and bolts
And true love scarce
Like water in desert

Now I’m hunted
With vigour and vehemence
By predators with style
Ah, the chicken
Is home to roost



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poem: THE ENDOWED

Ahoy! Men unable to resist
An unusual apparition
Striving to stray
Where Angels fear

Behold the endowed
With alluring hips, luscious lips
Ah! Such succulent breasts
With enchanted crests

Is she mortal?
Or a goddess
Adorned with heart, blood
Fears and tears?

Whilst men draw closer
Fear pushes her further
Disrupting the chase
Prolonging the hunt

Alas! As plot thickens
Time ticks
Not for one
But for all

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poem: BATTLES OF THE HEART

Again, my heart is bruised
By the persistence of
A sharp mind
Prying through the depth
Of my mind
Unravelling decade old
Scars of sour love
Buried, deep in my
Iron cast mind
And sealed with lead

Now fate bid me
Tear down the
Berlin wall of my heart
That it may heal
And love may once again
Flow and flourish

Fate urges me
To keep step with faith
That all’s well,
Will end well

I ponder the offer
Should I again shirk?
Taking control of
My romantic destiny
Or accept the prodding of fate
Allowing my heart
Overrule my head?

I ponder...

poem: MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR

Fathom a nightingale, with
Colorful plumage, and
Beautiful melody,
Hopping up, down,
In a cage
Adorned with,
Roses, violets, and all

Envision the nightingale with
Banquet of soft grains
Rare fruits and nectar

Picture the cage
Encircled by
Legible suitors
And lustful birds

Lo the nightingale poking fun,
Rendering smiles,
Yet yielding not
But dashing hopes,
Breaking hearts

Behold Cynthia,
The girl next door
A solitary nightingale
A sweet Cinderella

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poem: HEARTLESS III

Again, I wobble in the
In the potent current
Of sentiment
My heartless self
As ceaseless,
Unconditional love
Bombard me,
With sweetest of words
Highest of hopes
And sweetest of desire

How do I respond?
My heartless self
When conjugal aspirations
Of a love struck one
Trails me
Like a shadow of a sort

How do I give back
Even half the
Affection I receive
While submerged in
In mucky pool of
Prejudices and biases

How can I challenge
My ambition and vanity
To embraces love
So pure, so sweet
Unconditionally

poem: MALARIA

My head aches,
My blood boils
Chills and heat plague my body
I longed for food, and a drink
Alas, my belly is on strike
I tried to talk but lacked the will
Up, down, wanders my mind

Few days before,
I walked with my palms, and
Clapped with my feet
Now I lay still, and sad
Plasmodium x
Fills my blood
Act, and quick
I urge the quine

Two days later, I’m up but slow
Down the road, and up I trudge
To check an aunt, near and loved
Pains, and agony filled her eyes
Taata, her the baby, her joy,
Is gone
Lost to the scourge.

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poem: Saints and Sinners

They seethe and fume
Of our despotism
Our tyranny,
And corruption

They flaunt
Wealth, power
Good governance,
Justice and fairness
At our faces

Yet, these two-faced crooks
Swell their treasuries
With funds looted
From our coffers

They enrich
Their museums
With artefacts
Stolen
From our
Hapless nations

But they are saints
We are sinners


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poem: NIGER DELTA AMNESTY

They streak
From the creeks
Their watery fortress
Young and old
Militants, they are
Of the Niger Delta
Armed to the teeth
Like Delta Force

Hazard they were
To the pipelines,
Terrors to the oil men
Shudders they sent
To the government
Jitters to the world

Hidden scars haunt
Victims, of their kidnap
Agony and sorrow
Hang in homes
Of folks
Whose kiths and kins
Were felled by
Bullets from their barrels

Marginalisation feeds
Their passion
Ransom filled their coffers
Stolen crude oil
Fuelled their greed

Now they throng
To lay weapons, they clutched
With vehemence, and vigour
To escape the creeks
Where some lived as lords,
Most as serfs

To embrace government
They vowed to repulse
Ahoy, they drop their guards
To give peace a chance!


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poem: GLOBAL WARMING

The buds shrink
Starved by the receding water table
The leaves don the colour
Of the scorched red earth
Subdued by the sun

My crops, my life
On a date with uncertain weather
Threatened
By the deadly advance of
Desertification
The handyman of
Global warming and
Climate change

A parched land, for wetland
And flood for droplets
Gone is the minor season
And the hazy Harmattan

Trees I have chopped
To feed my baby
And bush I burn
To enrich the soil
For fertilizers, and ‘cides are
Beyond my reach
And mechanise farming
For me, a myth

I burn the wood
For coal and fuel
As cooking gas and cooker
Are all for the rich

To warm the globe
Is not my ploy
To change the clime
I desire less

I live my life
With the choices I have
To save myself
Or save the world


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poem: USAIN ‘LIGHTNING’ BOLT

Usain Lightning Bolt,
The fastest man on earth
A speeding legend
Faster than a cheetah
Ferrari or jet

Long before the
Silence of the whistle
Sprints him past the
Finishing line
Like a lightning
Trailed by a thunder

Usain Lightning Bolt,
True to his name
A worry to peers
To catch him if they could

Usain Bolt
A streak of lightning
World, Olympic, or local
Records tremble before him
And tumble
Beneath his swift feet
Medals adorn his wall

There goes the whistle!
There sprints the Bolt!
Usain Bolt
A streak of lightning
Catch him if you can!

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poem: FAMILIARITY

The Agama lizard
Invited to
The living room
To feast on an infestation
Of ants, and mites
Does so, skirting around
Whilst wagging its tail
To the disdain
Of the housekeeper

A man granted
An inch
Grabs a mile
To the vexation
Of his benefactor

A child offered
A handshake
Reaches for the elbow
To the dismay
Of the senior

Likewise does Familiarity
The wayward child
Of Intimacy,
Begotten by Knowledge
Breeds the insolent son –
Contempt!


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poem: A WOMAN SCORNED

So hell has no fury
Like a woman scorned.
'Cos she razes to ground
All along her path
Reducing edifices to
Ground Zeroes
Annihilating utterly
The soulless
And heartless man

Ah, no bigger myth
Have I heard
Nor greater fable
Have I read
Than this legend
Of woman scorned
And her fury
Bigger than hell

So I say
Spare me myth makers
Spare me legend writers
This incredible tales
Of your woman scorned!

Tell me tales of
That man scorned.
Make me fables
Of his raging hell
Write me books of
His extreme fury,
And less stale tales of
A woman scorned

In this age
Of equalities
Should a heart
Be less than
A heart
Or a scorn be less
Than
A scorn
For gender sake?


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poem: An Ode to President Musa Yar Adua of Nigeria

And the gods, and their fathers
In their mysterious ways
Deign it prudent
To bless us
Nigeria
Good people, great nation
With the government of
President Musa Yar Adua
Never ill at ease
Nor bereft of ideas
Who thumps up Iwu
And
Thumped down Ribadu

These powers that be
Bequeathed us,
Nigeria
Good people, great nation
Such great man
Musa Yar Adua
Of immense strength
And agility
Strong as a bull
Swift like a springbok
That he frequents hospital
And prayer homes

President Musa Yar Adua
Unparallel in vision
Superior to the eagles
He reverses, and re-reverses
Policies,
Past and present

Good people, great nation
Nigeria
Rich in oil,
Mineral, and people
A land of multi-million lions
Led or not by
By an unhurried sheep
Yar Adua
A man of steely apathy
To sectionalism
And tight affinity for
Professionalism
That he replaced the consolidation expert
With his home boy
A wielder of stick

Good people, great nation
Nigeria
Ran by Yar Adua
Who ran for cover
Ignoring the UN
To witness school
Open in the middle east
While schools in Nigeria
Extend their strike

Commander of the Armed Forces
Of Nigeria
Good people, great nation
Sir Musa Yar Adua
You I hail!


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poem: United Nations General Assembly

Again they gather
From countries
Far and near
Rich and poor
Democrats, and not
United Nations
General Assembly
Of Dicks and Harrys

Together they throng
Men, women
Opinion leaders
Rulers of the world
And architects of ruins
United Nations
General Assembly
A show, a charade

They gather
To talk,
Again and again
Of solutions
To problems
Created by them;
Of ends to wars
Sponsored by them
United Nations
General Assembly
Of hypocrites, and quacks!

They gather,
To offer
Little in substance
That our world will be safer
Secure, or peaceful
That economies will be stronger
And jobs secure

They gather again
To snub, or hug
Their foes or friends
United Nations
General Assembly
Some sluggards, some jesters


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poem: MAN OF GOD

Clothed with the
Finest of linen
And silkiest of silks
For the most
Theatrical of effect
The 21st Century
Men of God,
Stage performers
Prosperity pastors
Criss-cross the world
In jets,
Private or chartered

Preaching wealth,
Health and healing
Abundance of it
Fleecing their followers
With their gifts of the gab
In the name of God

Tutored infirm
Suddenly healed;
The ‘spirit’ overpowered
Rolling, like logs
On the floor
Believers’ cheer, scream
In the seemingly
Atmosphere for miracles
A rhapsody,
Oblivious of reality
Ah, Emmanuel on TV
Christ in an embassy

Men of God
Preachers of wealth, health, and healing
Swindlers of the faithfuls
Robbers of souls
Enemies of Christ!


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poem: UNLUCKY IN LOVE

Youthful, graceful
Innocent

With her being
Wholly, unreserved
Body and soul
She loved
Withholding neither
Charity,
Nor hope

He relished
The bequeathed
Consume the heart
Then,
Like a true villain
Dashed
Her trust
Her hope

Randy him,
Devouring that which
She offered
Yet pilfering the forbidden
Ravishing
The best of
Her friends, sister
And more
Leaving her
Stranded

A love story,
Of yet another
Broken heart
Horrible in details


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poem: BEAUTIFUL GUILT

We locked eyes again
The umpteenth time
She smiled.
A warm, inviting smile
Directly at my heart
My mind, my soul

The smile,
With telepathic notes
Saying much more
Than words could convey

The smile,
A magnetising one
Drawing me nearer,
Closer
To her
Like one in a trance

“Such radiant smile. A message of hope?”
I winked.
“Ah!” She blushed.
“My smile is me. It sayeth nothing.”

She smiled.
A guilty one.
A beautiful guilt.


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Poem: LEARNING CURVE

Again, I’m humbled
By the vagaries
Of life
The agonies
Wrapped in the heartbreak
That failed love is

I’m distraught by
The cynicism
Of friends,
Whose shoulders
I’m offered
To lean on

Ah, I’m awed by
Futility
Of wealth,
And the vainness
Of ego

I’m convinced of
The limitations of self
And the might
Of the Almighty

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Poem: Okoroshi , the Masquerade

With grotesque mien
The fearsome ones
From the land of the dead
‘Okoroshi’,
The Masquerades
Sneak, or roam

In their gloved hands
A long cracking whip
With speed, and agility
Of an antelope
They are
Terrors, of the day

Young men,
Boys, and girls
Pitch their speed
Against these
Crafty immortals

Again, and again
Elders
Initiated in the ways
Of these spirits
Mediate
Rescuing the
Unfortunate youngsters
Whipped, scented, frightened
From their hideous
Captors
While securing passes
For the humble
Uninitiated

Fearsome ones of the dead
My ancestors
Guardians
Of the night
Who by
Howling and wailing
Scare
Evil spirits from
Ravaging the land

And when their time
Is done
The immortals
Crawl back
Into the ant holes
From whence
They emerged
And shall re-emerge!

Poem: MOROSE

Silence wrestles me
My eyes,
Arrested, by
Unseen forces
Is exiled to gaze-land
My mind rampage
Against things that nag me
Causing a sickening sensation
In my belly

My being
Rebelling against
The present
Rues the past
Craving for better days
Longing that
I become more

My mind
Finding none
Or complex answers
To the puzzles
In my trance
Returned
To its stool
To liberate my eyes,
From its exile

Poem: DILEMMA OF LOVE

Love beacons
Pointing the way
To a life,
Of fantasy
Where conjugal sadness, regrets
And sorrows
Are exiled forever
Like the unfortunates
Of the medieval era
By a simple smile
From a loving heart

Love sings
A sweet melody
Of happiness
Craving me join,
The chorus
That side by side,
We will be happy, together
Always, forever

Love behests me turn
The blind eye
To our frailties, and
And snares
Lurking around,
That path
Of fantasy

Alas, my heart’s
Wired, not only for love
But reality
That
Love must be bold
And never blind!

Long-sighted enough
To discern a mirage
Courageous
To say:
Love
Alone, is
Not enough!

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Poem: IDENTITY TAG

I wear it
Another emblem
Of modern imperialism
And willing servitude
That humanity in
In her usual vanity
Has replaced
Slavery with

I’m compelled to
Wear it
Proudly, or poignantly
The symbolism of
Of human asset
That I have come
To become

Yes, I wear it
Like
A dog’s tag
That my master
My peek at
And call me
By my name
In a pretentious show
Of familiarity
Or feigned recognition

I must wear it
To avoid the threat
Or application of sanctions
To show my loyalty
To the brand, or idea

I must wear it
My name tag
My identity badge

Poem: BEYOND DEATH

Have I become
Heavily heartless?
Staring down true love
With mistrust or disdain
Preferring lust,
Gold and Silver?

Have I become
Resolutely ruthless?
Ignoring friends, and ties
Striving only to succeed,
To get ahead?

Have I become
Considerably callous?
Staring poverty, and penury
In the face,
Yet blaming the victim
For their state.
Hardly lending a hand?

Have I become
Pathological paranoid?
Isolating myself in
Physical or financial castle
Else my ‘enemies’
Destroy everything
I have worked for,
And become.

Have I...?
Have You...?

Have we become
Ignorant or arrogant?
Of what lies, beyond earth,
Beyond death!


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Poem: SLEEPING DEATH

The freshly broken branch
Of a young oak tree
Perhaps unable to
Sustain her tender weight
As she sat,
Admiring nature,
Waiting, longingly for him
Beside the silent
Beautiful brooks
Belies any hope of sleeping death

Her head rests peacefully
On a young tender flower,
Dark rotting blood, trailing a path
Down her neck
Where a spike, had pierced
An artery
To the patch
Sounded louder than any thud
Of her graceful, short,
Yet fatal fall!

The knowing ugly black vultures
Circled overhead,
High above the lush greenery
With each cycle climbing
Lower and lower
Closer, and closer,
To a beautiful meal!


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Poem: HEARTLESS II

Today she called,
To beseech
Me wish her well,
She is getting married, to
Some man,
I left her for
The quiver in her voice,
The sadness
Revealed more than she says

She is gone!
Another casualty of
My heartless heart,
My prejudice,
My sarcasm

She gone,
With her love,
Prayers, wishes
And hope for me.
To invest ‘em in another
Worthy or not
I’ll shrug it off as usual
To continue my quest
For the one I’ll choose

Love’s not in my deck
For my heart was
Long stolen,
Shattered
By someone like her.


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Poem: HEARTLESS (1)

Oh that I have a heart,
Full of verve,
full of passion
To enthrall,
Love, and cherish
The one close to me,

Oh that I have a heart,
Broken,
Or shattered,
That I may care,
With empathy,
With gratitude,
The one close to me,

Oh, that I’m not heartless,
That my heart
Long stolen,
Shattered, and
Forever gone
Like yesterday,
Is still within me.

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Poem: THE NAG

I don’t like this.
I don’t want that
This is not fair!
That is not good!
Why did you do this?
Why did you do that?
What do you mean?
What does that mean?
Why not this? Why not that?
Answer now! Answer straight!

She nags about this,
She nags about that
On, and on, and
Day by day
She nags!

Angling for a fight
Seeking an outburst
Trying my patience
Troubling my mind
Distorting my thoughts
My peace, my health

With nags like her
Who wants a wife?
When loneliness’ a blessing
A place of peace.

I won’t hit the bottle
Nor do the drugs
I won’t crave for women
Of easy a virtue

I have a remedy
Simple and easy
I’ll bury myself
Deeper, and longer
With work, and art

A better companion
Is work, and art
And a better home
My place of work!

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Poem: AH, MY HONEY!

I told my honey of
My bottle of honey
Just some stories,
Of truths and facts

That honey’s good
For my cough, and cold
It tackles my sores
Wounds, and cuts
It’s good for her acne,
Her hair, her skin

I rambled on, and on
Of the goodness of honey
Ah, but a secret,
I kept to myself
My bottle of honey,
Cheaper than the V
For a natural aphrodisiac
None’s better than it is
A couple of spoonfuls
In glass of water
An hour before
The do!

Poem: PHARAOH’S SOLDIERS

From underground bunker
Emerged them
Gritty pawns,
Ravenous females they are,
With nails-fitted clubs
Sprouting from their heads.
Marshaled by stern scouts;
Skirting here, there,
Screaming inaudible instructions,
Soldiers with sharp pincers
Tipped with chemicals,
enough to make Saddam go green, and Bush red)
Led them on.

In centuries they marched,
Six legged beasts,
Swiftly unto conquest.
Clawing, gnawing, tearing,
Unleashing their deadly arsenals.
I winced in my sleep, and
Jumped off my bed.
Intensely, I fought to
Shake-off scores,
Gallant they are,
Who clung on, creating more bumps.
Pains shot up my spine,
Sleep escaped my eyes.
I looked down in awe,
Numerous, honey-colored mass,
on white parade ground,
That was my bed,
In frenzy, and unending jubilation.
Monomorium pharaonis -
Pharaoh’s Ants - have claimed another victory.

Poem: TRAVAILS OF TRUTH

Like a blast from a referee’s whistle
Emerged the unbridled truth,
Clear, cold, hard
With taste
Like a bitter pill
Smell
Like the still water
A stark dullness,
Like a mumble
From uncertain mind

I ducked from boring truth
Longing
For the beautiful lie
Spewed
From the crafty tongue
Clothed in
Fantasy,
And a promise
Of happy ending
I seek the truth!
But preferred the lie
For the promise of fantasy
Of love, and
Happy ending
Is sweeter
Than
The common truth

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Poem: IN THE PIPELINE

The people craved
For an end to
Pollution
Access to education
Health and structures
Ah, and a fair share
Of the nation’s wealth
“Oh,’ says the government
“The things you asked for,
We have ‘em in the pipeline”

Soon patience, and hopes
Came crashing
As poverty and neglect,
Ravaged the land
Flowing with oil,
Blooming with gas
“The things we asked for, whence comes them?”
Again says the government
“The things you asked for, are in the pipeline.”

Hungry and Hopeless
Angry and armed
Youth of the Delta,
Turned on the pipelines
With dynamites, and rockets
Guns, and grenades

Lo, and behold
The things they asked for
Are truly in the pipelines

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Poem: SACRED MEAL

The blameless river goddess
Demanded a sacrifice
Of a sacred meal
To guarantee
Continuous flow of
Water
The precious fluid
To both man and beast

“A meal of meat she said”
“From an animal without bones”
Enthused the goddess’ messenger
“Not of lowly insects
“Nor from a watery kingdom
“An animal without bone, else
“She’s gone in seven days

The elders,
Chiefs and sages
Conspired
And offered to the goddess
A sacrifice of stillborn

Alas,
In seven days
She is gone!
River Nmirioma
And her goddess
Gone overnight, gone with the wind
The corpse of a stillborn
Is no animal without bone!

Poem: LOVER ACROSS BORDERS

My home girl lover
With instant messengers
Calls, and texts
Flood my heart and head,
With sweet promises
Of love and romance
Urging me, bidding me
Come home,
Or invite her over
My mind,
Pragmatic as usual
decided the former
And home I am!
To witness first hand
The silent voices,
And vanished text
Lover she claim
Lair she is
For the avalanche of texts
Calls, and mails
Not her face, would surface
Of my lover
Across border

Poem: THE KING OF POP – A BALLAD

To those who yearn for an ode
As only, a bard can
Hearken!
Ye restless ones, longing for the rested,
Hearken!

An ode you wished! A ballad I give
Of a black boy wonder
Who entranced the world
Blacks, whites
With enchanted melody, and
Melodrama
Thrilling them

Hearken, ye mourning souls! Hearken!!
To a ballad
Of a young African-American
A handsome man
Who many moons ago
Taught the world, the scintillating art
Of Moon-walking!

Oh, ye my wistful people, hearken!
To a ballad
Of the King - of Pop
Who craved childhood
Like never before
So much so, that he lived
With little boys in
An amusement park!
Of a King
Who dreaded aging,
That he slept in
An Oxygen casket!

Hearken, ye discontent people! Hearken!!
To a ballad of a Blackman,
Deemed to detest his colour
So much so, that he morphed to a hideous ‘white’ man
Sacrificing his nose, and
Humanity!

Hearken, ye craving people! Hearken!!
To a ballad of a ‘white’ Blackman
An alleged child molester,
Deemed not humane enough,
Even to the cancer stricken!

A ballad of a middle-aged king
Sad, hurting, withdrawn, and
Drowning
In a pool of debts, and bills!

A ballad of frail king
With failing health
Who risked his life for a lifeline!
A ballad of a man
Who died trying to re-emerge!
A ballad of Michael Jackson (RIP)


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Poem: GORY TALE (II): I PASS MY NEIGHBOR

I powered on my generator
Nicknamed, I pass my neighbor
Small, compact, it is
To add to the twinkles
Of lights,
Scattered across the neighborhood

To add its noise to
The cacophony of noise
From the smallest
To the biggest
Of generators
Rulers of the night

To add to the pollution
Of air, and sound

I wished I wouldn’t
But the Power Holding Company of Nigeria
And powers that be
Have forced this on me
- on us
Nigerians (small and mighty)

I listened to the news,
Analysis of plans
I watch some movies
And then it watched over me
Deep into the night,
Deep into my sleep

I woke
In the morning
To a noise of another kind
Horrified voices
And bangs on my door
A family of four
Have died in their sleep
Fumes
From my generator, small and compact
Beneath our window boundaries
Has aided and abetted,
In multiple homicide!
My generator - I pass my neighbor
Has killed my neighbors



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Poem: GORY TALE (I): DEADLY CHATTER

The men in black, cops they are
Nabbed him
An innocent bystander
Bloodshot eyes,
Of the ganja mongers,
Peek
From slits, and keyholes
The innocent squeaked, chattered,
Gesticulated
In futile protestation
The men in black pushed, dragged, hassled
The innocent
Blood shot eyes,
Peeked,
Ominously

Then he clattered
The innocent
Bright red blood, oozed
Kissing the red earth
From his head wound
The men in black, five in all
All awed, all froze

Bloodshot eyes,
Reddened
By the red sight
Emerged from
Nooks and crannies
With cudgel, and all
Deadly chatters, shrieks, and groans
Rend the air
Shattered by gunshots
By the men in black
Two in all
Fleeing to tell
The gory tale


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Poem: MY CONSCIENCE

“Stop don’t do this,” I hear her say
With a voice calm and true
“Please forgive me,” to her I pray
“After this I promise I’m through”

She tells me the regret I’ll face
With a note crisp and clear
For the result I try to brace
With a heart strong and sheer

She keeps murmuring and felt so sad
That when am done I'll feel like brute
But I went on with my deed so bad
While her voice I tried to mute

I looked up but my joy is gone
And my heart encircled by grief
I felt bad for what I’ve done
In such time brisk and brief,

I looked stained and tried to hide
Just like Cain when Abel he killed
So I beg God to forgive my pride
With a heart broken and chilled

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Poem: OF WOMEN

Careful when with women you play
For from a laid plan you may stray
And you may suffer empty purse
Or of broken heart as if like curse

A woman is very much like another
What one boasts, with pride parades the other
Their hearts and minds may differs you say
But flesh and blood remains the mainstay

A good friend makes one woman
Disorder does a second brings the man
A third to the table brings commotion
Setting things in reverse, or slow motion

Getting it wrong to men a danger
As you may end up with a stranger
To deal with flesh, blood, heart and mind
A very good balance you must find

Choose woman wisely when you may
And decide quickly without delay
Or face the risk of choice so tough
When come them to play but rough


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Poem: FLEETING BREATH (AKA DYING DIANE)

Darkness encroaches
Encircling me
My senses falter,
Weakened
By an uncanny numbness

My mind wanders
To where I often wander
Filling my void
With flickering colored lights
Of the disco hall;
My ears
With raves
Of the crashing waves

My eyes feasting
On the young
Muscular men, lustfully
While my head,
Rests firmly on
My boyfriend’s thigh,
On the sandy beach

Now the stern-faced preacher-man
Peeps in
Saying again,
Those words
About now!
I wonder where I go
As my less than threescore lifespan
Ticks to its end,
In this freaky car crash

My mind wanders, here, there
Meeting some loved ones,
And moments
Then,
Fades
Gently
Into a bright white light


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I pass my neighbour

Poem: BARACK OBAMA, THE ONE - AN ODE

With smiles, genuine
Or faked
Poise, and style
He charms!

A man of the moment,
Man of the people
The rave of the time
From Cairo to Moscow
Berlin to Ankara,
Rome to Accra
Men, women, follow, worship
The new Moses, the latest Jesus
The American

The Orator,
Relishing the moments
Seizing the occasions
To entertain, effusively
With his gift of the gab
Barack Obama,
‘The One”
A man of uncountable words
A man,
Alas,
Of countable deeds.


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