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My Song Of Painful Plea
We Wish It Is Not True
The Song I Heard
My Mother
Departed
An Integral Part of Life
Beacon In My Mind
My First Kiss
Life After Death

My Song Of Painful Plea

Suddenly,wild flames thud out
Of our little kerosene lamp
Mocking flames danced on me
With expertise. their hungry mouths
Ate my perfumed flesh in glee
My manful cries went heaven high
That aunt Priscilla came running wild
That Wednesday night of 10th November
Began my song of painful plea

Goat burnt skin as soft plum peeled
Sneering scissors thrust stubborn gauze and
Red rain rush quickly out, then
When on it iodine oil is released
Tormenting pains my body feel it's when
I begin, my songs of painful plea
My mouth tore in anguished laughter
Myself been prisoner of frustrating pains
When my eyes beheld my white hands
And my skin embellished with ugly scars
My soul could not but raise that song
My song of painful plea

My song of painful plea
Echoes loud across the sky
For my heart made fragments
Of peaceful past, and a
Library of scars in each tiny half
My heart will take no more,
For I've done no wrong
Let happiness be a distant dream
To them who adulterated our kerosene.
My song of painful plea.

We Wish It Is Not True

Our crazy hurry outwits our wits
We wish it is not true. The car speed
The restaurants, the caution in the winds
The rape and early sex the little child
Now knows, whose overwhelming juvenility
Had made men mad and wild
We too are perpetrators of the deed
That beckons wails and mourning
For with each dawn, true sense's warnings
Is out our dirty door. We too that bear
Pain's monstrous knife pierces our tender hearts.
Not just the cat burglars, beware
At whose wasting call joy departs
Or the inane thugs in the creeks
Who adulterated our kerosene
And operate on the filthy lane;
Where accidents and deserters are the bane
Of this dying days, killing the saviour of
The crying child, making us handicaps,
Our earnest dreams elusive as elusive can be
And making mere men elements of sheer disgrace.

The Song I Heard

When I heard thy beckoning song, my eyes
Saw signs of things to be done. Things your mind's
Eyes made different and sweet, and so I
Learned the songs rhythm, letting it come to me
Again and again till I knew each pause
And beat and enjoyed the patterns of an idea
Filled song reminding me of my own dreams

I was a patient dog yet not hungry
For meat. I followed thy path even on
Sunny days, I watched thy hand master thy
Every tool, I watched some more till I
Was good and they wore me beads and chanted my
Name, yet behind their praise I heard your voice
Saying honour should follow gray hair, and gentle
Spirit should never die. I heard thee till
Thou turned to dust and then I began the
Beckoning song preserving the circle of
Life and your dream since our problems began.

My Mother

O Mother! My mother
Thy love has made me strong
Each passing day, my humble pearl
Think I of thee, O fairest friend
For in those days when I wanted help,
Thou came by
It was all I needed;
Someone to share those forbidden days,
And in whose eye was a reason to live.

Mother! Mother!
Thy love has made me strong

Departed

Mortal bodies shall not last
A tree with life shall wither still
Yes, man shall be the grass
Death is air, against man's will

Screams and wails bid departed chid
Goodbye. Shock and fear dig a vacuum in
Comrade's heart. Three market days mild The pre-consuming pain, death is an abhorrent sin

But to live forever would be a futile
World, and man shall neither fear
The Deity nor pray; Lord this brutal
World should pass away, in despair

Man shall become dust, yet peace
Like a river shall flow if life never cease

An Integral Part of Life

Man must come to grief, fortnightly intervals of Ache shall never cease. This world a bulky box which Parcels items of tears and fears in multitude thereof And a few parcels of love and joy we all wish.

Old tenant Moses lost his wife and his landlady's daughter Was raped, whilst each man mourned his plight, Mr President closed his fragile eyes and Jos's manslaughter NTA did broadcast, last week's Sunday night.

But in all man must be happy or gay
(Or join absent ones far from this plane of existence As old Moses did when he dropped his pressure in May) And pledge to God, and then enjoy his assistance

We treasure our lives for those lovely days We see problems as part of life's ways

Beacon In My Mind

Thy every deed heralds thy open love
I see God in flesh helping me
Mother dear, modest and gentle as dove
I picture myself tender like thee

Thy leap years cuddle chased my fear
Goodbye. Your answering call as close as my Hair, your inner peace, teach me life to bear Father told me your virtue I should buy

But to be my mama is not to be a woman
A pure heart she had said was the key
That's why the boy and the man
In father loves her still. Ingibo, father put her in me

When I become a mother and wife
My Mother, I shall live in my life

My First Kiss

We shall treasure our first kiss,
An enthralling union of our lips
Long lasting, ravishing and demanding
It shall be. An appetizer to our sexual needs, A first course on our conjugal carte du jour

My hubby, my first mate
A virgin's verse to thee I shall sing
On our marital vows and exchange
My love will I pour into thy heart streams

Love me greatly when we meet
For never shall I play thee deceit
My womb shall carry thy royal seeds
And they shall be emblems of our love

We shall see in the future
When I'm a poesy queen and
You're learned of the art of love.

When we meet
My prince
This verse as a souvenir it shall be to me.

Life After Death

Should I having been burned by an earthly flame Who has known the infinitude of draining pains Tame not my self, for a great gain?
Should I who knows the damage and the shame The destruction power of a match Take the warning bell for a jingling game?
Should I after this strive for survival
Give my flesh to ignite an inextinguishable ?
God have mercy!

I know of a perfect dwelling place
It's gate sieves the mine of man's disgrace It is no wisdom to gamble a heavenly haven For mortal bodies shall not last.
Heavenly grace only I crave for
That at my dusk my soul a room
Shall find in God's perfect place