THE BLIND TEST

English: African Hut at Bana, a small village ...

In the desert behind Kastina

There lived a blind man in the year 1999

 

In a hut there by himself

He lived alone like an outcast

Always willing to greet the passers-by

 

Good day, passers-by, please identify your gender

Whether single lady maybe ugly I do not mind…

Volunteer to be my wife to share this hut of mine

 

Yet in that year 1999

That man living alone and blind

Always received a disappointing replies

 

“Who will marry a wretch that cannot see?”

“Abomination! It won’t speak well of me”

Some will even say:

“I’ll rather remain spinster

Than to marry thee”

 

Until one fateful day

When sun shining up ahead was that of hell

 

The passer-by was a girl of eighteen

Spotless like faery with Shakira hips

Looking like a queen

 

The young lass of eighteen replied:

“Man! Be mindful of the song you sing that comes not from the heart”

 

The lonely blind man replied:

“I see not what I speak, but what I speak is the message from my heart”

 

The young lass of eighteen replied:

“Man! I’ve loved thee since fourteen and I’m done hiding it;

So if truth be what you speak then so be it.”

 

A week after sharing his hut with the girl

The blind man removed his sun glass of disguise

Ah! Never was he blind, what a surprise!

 

Took the girl by hand to the big city of Kastina

Where waited his castle with flashy cars;

The blind man said to the girl:

Only you believe love can be blind

So as a reward for true love,

In this my castle shall we live till we die.

 

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

https://345poet.wordpress.com

Blind?
Blind? (Photo credit: shrff)

D. H. LAWRENCE (1885 – 1930)

I’ve known thee
Since thirteen
When like a kindergarten
I used to recite poetry

You meant nothing to me
“A LIVING” especially
Untill my chin bearing beards scratching me
My brain begins to think deeply to agree:

“A man should never earn his living,
if he earns his life he’ll be lovely.

A bird
picks up its seeds or little snails
between heedless earth and heaven
in heedlessness

_And we, we get it all from them for nothing.”

Oh Lawrence, forever you shall live in my memory.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

IF MAD I AM

I, samueldpoetry,
while liked by many
Some heads still hear my
Poem to call it nonsense

Nonsense is
The duty of mad men
And if mad I am then
Here’s the verse you’ll hear from me and myself:

“Wednesday is the last year of the month
The summer sunny rainy month when what you zip you will sow

The month no living will zip cow and sow camel
Or rear a herd of beans and gain a thousand crate of maize-pullet or dow

For whatever you shallow you shall rip in no fold.”

How does that make sense?

IF MAD I AM

I, samueldpoetry,
while liked by many
Some heads still hear my
Poem to call it nonsense

Nonsense is
The duty of mad men
And if mad I am then
Here’s the verse you’ll hear from me and myself:

“Wednesday is the last year of the month
The summer sunny rainy month when what you zip you will sow

The month no living will zip cow and sow camel
Or rear a herd of beans and gain a thousand crate of maize-pullet or dow

For whatever you shallow you shall rip in no fold.”

How does that make sense?

Illiterate Politician


Moyet Vintage Cognac, France

Girls,

I’m here to tell thee of the

Illiterate politicians

At the nightclubs

You will meet them

Are local government Chairmen

And Councillors

And some might be Supers

And some might be members of the House of Assembly

Sitting there

They always wear oversize shirts

The jeans they wear

Must either be branded:

Lexus Jean

Or Pepsi Jean

English: Propaganda Pepsi with Shakira on the ...
English:
Propaganda Pepsi with Shakira on the street. Português: Propaganda da
Pepsi com a Shakira na rua. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Shakira Jean

Or O.b.j Jean

And girls,

Move close to them

You’ll hear:

“Fine girl,

Let me buy you Moyes  (Moyet Vintage Cognac)

An plenty plenty suya

An I redy to spent on yor head

An take you to US

In my laserjet (private jet)

Where I always watch the blues

Becos Im a Sessy fans (a Chelsea fan) for life”

Chelsea's crest, 2005–present
Chelsea’s crest, 2005–present (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Can you imagine those lies?

They lie blindly

But if you need money

You wont have to care about their lies

And volcabulary bombing.

Samuel C. Enunwa

Every Time I Take A Day From Work

Every time I take a day off

From work

I drink Smirnoff
English: Wall painting from Pompeii brothel

With friends

And visit the brothel

For sex

Then pray for forgiveness

In toilet

While vomitting the drinkings
;

I’m scared

I’m about to take another off

Tomorrow

Only God can take me off

From this path that I tread

A+D+D+I+C+T+E+D = AddicteD.

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HIBISCUS and ROSE

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HIBISCUS and ROSE

 

 

 

 

 

English: flower

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

English: Hibiscus flower in rose color

 

 

 

I’ve been trimming

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And trimming

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rose tree

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And hibisbus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Standing beside each other

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In my compound

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All this rainy season

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They won’t ‘gree

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They love to get close

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To touch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And hug and kiss each other

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But I hate it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hate it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday

 

Hibiscus Syriacus (Rose of Sharon) 'Blushing B...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They accused me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Vibrating their leaves]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saying: Mr. Sam

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why can’t you mind your own biz

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And let us be

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I replied:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Pointing secateur at them]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everynight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your shadows are so close

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To my window

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They’re really scary

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you don’t know

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ah! That was not our shadows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was we

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We always walk to your window

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tiptoe, tiptoe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peeping and watching

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whenever your wife is screaming

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At night in orgy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We love it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[They winked.]

 

 

Samuel C. Enunwa aka. samueldpoetry