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Oh God of Men

Thou art thou
the beginning
the creation
the science

Now
the once upon a time
the old testament
the remembrance

Where art thou
Today
in our presence?

The Great God of Men
wonderful art thou
silent
absent.

Lucky soul: The moon
the star
the moon
who seeth what we do
who giveth light to the nook
fixed so beautiful
to look
the cloud are your groom
i wish i could pluck you
to my upper room
your name is what i put in my slum
you are a deceiver, to make believe you move
u are not your light
you tap to deceive
by the gloom

kasiem: i have five poems but i can't post them here cos i feel intimidated by the ones already here

kasiem: Probation
so was it a new dawn came,
the thought of the past showered in,
oh, a new responsibility lurks behind behind,
tears dripping like dews,
hey, what's it?
So did the rhetoric of the absence of my heart,
so, my heart is gone?
Nope, she's gone for adventure
oh, how long can i cope without her?
A question waiting for fate to answer.

gloatkenf: uhm! I think the subject matters of this piece are life, destiny and responsibility. I hope am right. The subject matter(s) should be known afore parody/criticism is done on that poem of yours.

kasiem: i suppose we meet on facebook so dat we can take time to put heads together. I will send u d analysis of d poem later. But, on the whole is d poem presentable?

raptureme: THIRTY MILLION NAIRA
Thirty million naira
Of a man’s sweat
Thirty million naira
Off a man’s brow
Gliding like a peacock along
Balance engraved on her legs
And nobility on her frame
While her rims sparkle with abandon
Shooting admiry eyes like a shotgun
As I stare awed like bunkum
As she flashes her lights at me
Its like a wink from Halle Berry;
And when she races
I remember the dotted spots of the cheetah.
She combines power and beauty
Like Queen Amina
While mixing allure and appeal better than the chief chef
At McDonalds.
Thirty million naira
Of a man’s intellect
Thirty million naira
Off a man’s ingenuity
Nearly having the brain of a man
Predicting a rough terrain
From a thousand miles
Navigating her husband effortlessly
From the hazards and obscurity of nowhere
To the lights and civilization of somewhere
Though with a flesh of fibre
She has a mind of reinforced steel
And the guts of a jail bird.
Thirty million naira
Of a man’s calories
Thirty million naira
Off a man’s biceps
When she coos at night
Offering the best of surround sound
Its Nightingalish;
But she turns official and formal in the morning
In a smooth mood swing
To keep her husband up to speed
And abreast of events.
Thirty million naira
Of my bargaining ability
Thirty million naira
Off my saliva for over two hours
And I get a young, nubile and smart princess
She is bitchy, powerful and rugged
Towering seven feet of raw muscle and hassle
But her most endearing trait
Is the three-pointed German tattoo in a circle
Near her waistline.
Ogbonna Nnaemeka Henry.

chukwuma101: If one must parade himself as a poet he must endeavour to reflect in his art the pulse and topical issues that rear its head in the fabric of the society. Any who writes in isolation of the happenings in the society does not fulfill the inalienable role of the poet, because it is the events in the society that must give literature direction.

gloatkenf: Point of correction, literature isn't just about the main mileu, it's an art that mirrors life in entirity! And life, though, four alphabets, but so complex. And don't be insinuative against on the basis of a rustic reason(s) in the morrow

chukwuma101:
You merely echo my points. Literature must like a mirror illuminate the life of a people so that they can see their shortcomings and summon the will for positive change!be more constructive in your criticism!