POWER

POWER 
A good thing to acquire
Should be none but power.
Please, doubt not the strenght of power
For a great rewarder
Stays a pinch of power
From a power wielder
While a bucket of power
Worths the world over.
Before wearing your attire
Of doubt, I’ll take you farther
Back to the old Oyo empire
When lived in the empire
A man called Basorun Gaa:
With lots and lots of power
From position, wizardry and voodoo attire.
Well respected and well admired,
He was second in the empire
To the king of the empire.
Suddenly, suddenly Basorun Gaa
And all the fruits of Gaa
Changed and went haywire
When driven by strenght of power
Then fear formed a very bitter
Sweet on the lips of old Oyo dwellers
And disaster lay over disaster
In the old Oyo empire
When lived Basorun Gaa
And all the fruits of Gaa
When they needed candle in the empire
Houses of dwellers, they set on fire
When the king of the old Oyo empire
Rode on horses, Basorun Gaa
And all the fruits of Gaa
Rode on the back of dwellers.
Three kings of the old Oyo empire
Basorun Gaa took to slaughter.
All the fruits of Gaa
And Gaa in the old Oyo empire
Were so over driven by power.
Heads and flesh of dwellers
They joyfully place on their amala.
Finally, power failed Basorun Gaa
He was caught by the dwellers
Who burnt and bartered
His flesh at the market square
Though, a good thing to acquire
Should be none but power
But a careless wielder
Could change and go haywire
Like Gaa and all the fruits of Gaa.

      Samuel C.Enunwa May  22, 2010 


AN ACTOR DE LA VIE

AN ACTOR DE LA VIE

Chow Yun-Fat, de Jet Li

Or the old Tufan… “na-hi!”

Or sometimes to ramsey

Noahing for actress Nnaji

In look I look forward to marry

Or to softwared Zakari

Levi, the sudden spy to a funny

Ryan Artward_ stolen car_ to tarry

To later land in county

To van damme the hurting mommy

For me an actor de la vie

Acting terrorly tragedy comedy

To CHRISACEDARUTH tragicomedy

For my life’s like a movie

With root smooth to fizzy

To fizzy dizzy busy be

Lazily crazily hurrying to thirty

With brans of dilly-dally

A movie higgledy-piggledy

Moving come what may be

Rolled at lenght to end one day.

Samuel C. Enunwa May 20, 2012


MARTIN LUTHER KING

MARTIN LUTHER KING

Martin Luther King Junior


Junior’s Junior the free gift of nature


The charming dark Junior was mature


With heart no rage could harbour


With talking tongue of truth and more

Of martyr than mere creature

And thy coming again I’m not sure


For you’ve made the pasture for sure

Of equality, oneness without war

So evergreen for us for sure

For Junior’s opinions of your saw

Genuinely still see till date favour

From all documents rigid called law

Please, rest in peace for evermore

For thy comin…
 samuel c. enunwa 15-07-2012


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A LOT OF CARROTS THAN CANDY

A LOT OF CARROTS THAN CANDY


If you see me chew my lady

A lot of carrots than candy


And wake to tea cup than coffee


And always hum my tongue like bee

With water mixed with honeybee

And always chew gum with minty

Or cranberry or pure parsley

Everywhere I go my lady

Mainly you should know my lady

Such habit my dentist told me

Will cure my bad breath easily.

Samuel C. Enunwa Jun. 29, 2012

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BIMBOLA AYOMITIDE WILSON

BIMBOLA AYOMITIDE WILSON

Bimbola Wilson; a radio deity, I must say
And many maidens and many virgin ears do pray
And do strive to hear her everyday
While many cynic tongues will grow tooth decay
And commonly they say, deities marry in May
But this pretty deity, I must say
Hooked her prince in month far from May
For married men and single eyes to pry away
And make the marriage grow and so I pray
For her pumpkin cheek waiting on the tray
Of her smiling face always waylay
Worries of the eyes and tears of the minds away
While her cinderella shoes and sweet spray
And necklace do match her decent array
For the palace of her face without Mary Kay
Stays the museum with beautiful display
Of sanguinism, christianism with platonic display
Of virtues and integrity while she plays
And talks but takes not nonsense by the way
Someday, I’ll fly away like a fairy play
But fester not thy feelings while I’m far away
For thy happiness and internet and the valley
To thy workplace shall symbolise me each day
Reminding thee of my promises to fetish the display
Of thy face and cares and cease to fray
Thy mementos in my mind while I’m far away
For while I’m far away, this poem will stay
And this poem will stay forever while I’m far away.
     Samuel C. Enunwa  Jul. 17, 2012 


J. SANTIAGO TOLD ME TO

J. SANTIAGO TOLD ME TO
I am offering this poem to you
For Jimmy Santiago told me to
To recommend the word I-LOVE-YOU.

Keep it, treasure it as you would
Wean the breath of thy womb
Wi’ three syllable word I-LOVE-YOU.

For wholey nothing else to gi’ you
Which in worth to weight in value
This methuselah word I-LOVE-YOU.
Samuel C. Enunwa April 10, 2012.

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