They Look Me Like Wretch

To shelter, I built a pretty hut
bungalow tenants look me like wretch;
forgetting to get
I’ve made my research
no difference it makes where shelter I fetch

To protein, I bought white beans from the market
yet brown buyers look me like wretch;
forgetting to get
I’ve made my research
no difference it makes where protein I fetch

To clean, I took a #10 Klin to clean my shirt
heads from dry-cleaner’s den look me like wretch;
forgetting to get
I’ve made my research
no difference it makes where neatness I fetch

To multiply, I villaged and love I fetch
yet bleaching city girls look me like wretch;
forgetting to get
I’ve made my research
no difference it makes where love I fetch.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

You’re Still 14

Alone already you’re visiting
lonely guys at home.

You’re still 14.
Why can’t you wait till
the 2 tiny cones
on the chest of yours be evident
before inviting phallic things
to thy peppery orifice
to frick thy wet underneaths

If I may…
how many different ways can
women crush okra?
You’re yet to know because
you’re still 14.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

You’re Twenty Six Now

You’re twenty six now
single with beauty crown
_ still dark and lovely

Beauty of yours will soon wither
but who cares?

Who cares if you lose your youthfulness
in your thirties; who cares?

Who cares if your admirers decline to one
or none; who cares?

I care
the sooner the better you hook a guy
to marry

Smile and smile at many as you can see
and to him who smiles back at thee

Tell him
tell him that
the sun and moon rise in his eyes

Reach out
reach out to him
and whisper that
he’s worth following to the altar
and marry now
and marry now my lady or hence
Prince Asmodee will marry thee
in thy bed, on thy mattress
caressing thee in thy dreaming my lady

So, heed my advice!
I have to go now.
With sincere heart,
I wish you the best, my lesbo.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

In Quest For Peace

In quest for peace,
yes, murder begins initiation
statues do not gamble
oozings must be tabled
garnishing the cake of worship
not sheep… missing souls,
o yes! obscene orgies
surging to altarly climax and come
Ah! Light has come now
clasping a dagger now
chasing brutally up and down now
please, sit down and listen
and listen to the sound,
the footsteps of the furious entity
helter-skelterly chased not
by the deeds of his hands
but the nemesis his sins deserve
in all deceit has given
while in quest for peace.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry