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Apropos of John H Doe

        Apropos of John H. Doe
          A name we all know
   
        Just like Uncle Sam
         ~ He too’s on the lam



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              'Critics Corner'
 (A random sample of published reviews):  

       "Subtly implicative, bigly"
          ~ Barron and Donald J. Trump, in unison

       "Emasculatory Triumph!!"
          ~ 'Fannie Femdom'

        "Lumpen Proletariat Barfola" 
          ~ Karl and Groucho Marx

        "Aso. Learry Derightfur Liting:"
           ~ Shohei Ohtani, (through an interpreter)

        "Yes, it IS poetry. So that means it's, well, a poem, written -- by a poet."
           ~ Kamala Harris, responding to a hardball question from Oprah W.

        "I fell asleep reading this... twice."
           ~ Joseph Robinette Biden

The Renewed Hope Agenda

Government voodoo policies
that fan the fangs of poverty
to forecast economic growth 
Are yet unimaginable

Like one should go to hell to burn
And be there to dream of heaven
Is the government renewed hope
For its citizens doomed to hades

Citizens in misery lament
For a government of change
To bring that change that could not change
Their ill economic fortune

And in feigned triumphal entry
to aso ville, the rulers
Always hatched  policies
Against overburdened citizens

Rather than expand production
reduce cost of goods and service
They ban subsidies, increase tax
Devalue the poor currency

Only to bask in extravagance
Against the rising tide of debt
And austerity drowning in
The masses in vanishing hope!

When You Forgo Your Purpose

BAT planted many seeds that brought him a great harvest
For which many held his ideology with august interest
With claims that Jagaban dealt with those political jagabats
Who knows little or nothing about keeping political stats

Since kingmakers hate to bow to their kings' orders
For which their branded deviants got their cold shoulders
BAT feels he should have a fair share of that opportunity
But like Eden's taste of apple, he soiled his official dignity

His celerity daily imposes punitive damages on his party
His ambition is heading towards punition and thus unhearty
BAT that should be adjectivised as the best or foremost kingmaker
Makes himself runs around like an unhearty shaker

What should be done by those hearty as bucks
Is vied by a kind that makes Aso Rock looks like a centre of bullocks
The swishing of the broom that has been sweeping 
Echoes the voice of another that won't promote good thinking

The Born To Rule Mentality

In the fantasizing brains of all Nigerian Fulanis,
Including their kindergarten still urinating on nannies;
All the entries and exits within country’s Aso Rock
To keep obeying their adjustable, Fulani clock!
Presently, the unstoppable aspiration of the Purest Hausa teens
Recklessly announcing the same to their napkins:
The Achilles Heel of the Brazilian Football Team,
Easily her ruinous tears commanding,
When she should a loser’s smile beam,
This, thorough Good Breeding demanding.

By the United States beautifully masked,
In her playing of Uncle Tom, enormously tasked;
Her millions of Dollars readily releasing
A loved President, the next election, losing!

To nearly every deprived tribe
Something to fight with the fattest bribe
Or surrender with a loaded gun
Making sure it doesn’t away run!

I’ve tried to The Mentality justify,
Baring a Bible verse that does it fortify…
Or so to me it had seemed
Or, probably, I has deemed…
‘The Elder shall serve The younger’…
And God must’ve, the service years, made longer!

Unwrap Latter

The day i died.
I was about to say the words.
But i never got a chance for open my mouth.
Because the time of my mouth was already end.

That day somene was talking with me.
But i did not heard anything,
Becase the time of my mouth was aready end.
I also wish i heard everything.

I also never got a chanceto apologise to everyone i have wronged to them.
I aso wish to say good bye to my beloved.
But i gone unsaid words.

poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric

The Wind Chaser

I want the earth in my hand, 
I need a house in aso.
For the great sea serpents and land
They all shall come to bow, 
I wish i could ride in night, 
And build a house in cloud.


My wealth shall reach the sky in height
Holier than thou in crowd
Bow the gods in dark, 
Stab your soul with sharp
Cunning soul and mine touch and spark
An incessant cry i heard
In the fort night bright i see
The unmercy angel with smile and frank
I wail and beg forgive
But no mercy cry incessant he sang
My opulent, my inheritance has gone
Me avarus ignorance of knowledge chase the wind from west to south.

My Gele

Tomorrow is the 
  wedding
Who will tie my gele?
For the wedding of the
  morning
My gele is the 'aso ebi'
  that was...
Chosen for the wedding
Bags and shoes to match

Tomorrow is the wedding
My gele must announce...
Announce my arrival.
Tie it well, let Lehigh
Higher than my in-laws
Higher than my Pastor's 
  wife.

Weeping Gun

My palms are growing wet
Sweat has covered my trigger
Night and day in enemies nest
Operating like battalions of mere singers.

I fight 21st century with 20th century bullets
Blood on my face, wounds yielding deeper
In shattered body my brethren in uniform rest
Unjust funding makes our defence wall weaker.

Father, I am in a wilderness fighting a shapeless war
No back ups, no one is watching out for our fall
Like we are dying for those who don't care about us
Our enemies are in golden armor while we ride on horse.

Mother, did the demise of my gun brothers makes the headlines?
I heard the 'next level' was lunched on that day
And my superiors disown us to dine at the front line
Well, don't cry yet, I'm still alive at least for today.  

Oh, my palms are wet and my hopes like a thread
My eyes shed more tears than the blood my gun sheds
We are too weak to keep pulling these triggers
Aso Rock, upgrade us now or take us home to our fathers.

Iseyin

ISEYIN MY TOWN
If you don't know,
'Emi lomo ISEYIN  ORO
'Oro omo EBEDI MOKO.
I know my town, I love my town,
I celebrate my town, as great town to everyone, I praise my town, and I cheer my town,
and I try to spread its fame,
ISEYIN!_ISEYIN!!
'Ilu eye kiki aponle,
'ibi ti oju ti buni toju enu lo
'bere ki o towoo.
I trust my town with his pride
I boost my town, and I want to do my part,
To make Iseyin praised, from the depth of every heart,
 ILU MOKI
ISEYIN oro-Omo Ebedi moko
'nibi ti ewe nje ariyeke
'ti popo nje belewo
'ti igi nje oluwaran
'ti agbado ojo nje topabodi,
please let me sing this town .
And preach it to my people,
as I think my fellow should do,
Am very proud of you my town,
I  want to help you rise,
to be d finest city, as 
side of Paradise.
'Eni ban fe aso 'tata
'ti ile Yoruba
'ki o kori si ISEYIN,
'nibi won ti hun gida ninu Aso-Ofi.
All ISEYIN SON(s)
it's good thing to get together,
to make a great big show for our great town.
Good bye to all the knockers,
and welcome to booste crowd,
let get out and hustle,
for a big and better town,
ISEYIN.
ABIODUN OM'BADA OMO ISEYIN ORO

Tell His Excellency

When you get to Aso Rock
Help me inform his Excellency that
I do not dislike him so much, just four 
things he  made made me hate him:


His change has change my boxers
It made me change the Green Boxers 
that Maria bought for me and now put on 
the Black dusty one abandoned many years ago.


His policies has taken all the yams in my 
barns and left the place empty with scars
To remind me of when I was who I was
In the past of my past with a future of it.


He allowed hidden hands the right to build 
massive barns in a far land like a proud 
possessors of big bags yet they have nothing
but revival of pains hidden in people' pride.


Tell him to bring back our corruption and 
Take back his change that has looted us 
We can return all his polished tall brooms
Let him leave us to perish more in our doom.  


(C) John Chizoba Vincent
       Voice Of Vincent 2016

I Am Just a Poet

Stand not there at my door and weep
I have nothing to offer you but words
I am just an ordinary poet in my world
I am not a politician who kill and lie.


Go to Aso Rock and meet them in columns;
Those who chameleon their colours are there,
Maybe they would teach you how to steal,
They only teach how to steal when you want to.


I am just an ordinary poet in my world
I don't know how to lie through my nose
I have nothing to offer you but words
So don't stand there at my door and weep.


Don't you stand there and weep, biko!
I have nothing to offer you but words
I am just an ordinary poet in my world
I am not a politician who kill and lie.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
   Voice Of Vincent 2016

I Will Come To You :Letter To My In Law

BEFORE the day gives room for the reign of the
night
Before the loudest silence conquers the stillness
of the bustling day
Before the active eyes of the Hawk hide behind
the tired lids
I want to say
I will come to you like omo-gidi in Aso-oke,
gliding in pompous fashion against the walk of
the wind
I will come to you with a neck and wrist
decorated with the proud beads of our land
I will come to you like Omoluwabi
who cherishes the values of the land
and pledges to uphold them even afterlife
I will come to pluck my favourite flower in your
garden
with my chest against your ground;
a way that pleases the unseen faces of our
ancestors
I will come with my ebi ati ara(family and friends)
to pick that day your name would be replaced
with mine.

Patience

PATIENCE

There she stands alone
All seasons she’s been there.

The rain doused her beauty
The sun pulped her caput
Harmattan shroud her wit
And circadian ambiance
Robbed her Regard.

Her espoused lovers all gone
To the harlot Desperation.
Only silence heaved in her heart
A burden like Aso rock.

Yet she strive
On and on for fulfillment….
And one day all her lovers
Shall be awed at her triumph.

But then she cannot wait on
As much the length of six feet!

Itsoghole O. S.

Worth of An Icon

(For late Mrs Stella Obasanjo)

You are a paragon of beauty
Yes, a maiden of honour
Your steps are held true
In limelight of media

Your translucent fair skin 
Held many an eye
Your strawberry-coloured lips
Captivated, salivated many hearts

An icon of substance
Of the Abebe breed
The worth of your simplicity?
In Aso villa lives.

You are a paragon of beauty
Yes, a maiden of honour...

The stronghold of that rock
The mother of all
Mother of few
The eyes of one,
All have eyes.

Tick-tock, tock-tick;
Your clock tocked at sixty
Sixty awesome years
Beautiful, inspiring ones

...your steps are held true
In limelight of nations.

One final TOCK shook Nigeria
Green-white-green
Lay still on the floor
Sixty seconds flat
Sixty awesome years

Dragging nothingness to your grave
O fair lady brave
Nothing did you crave
So much as perfect beauty.

Yes, a paragon of beauty
Truly a maiden of honour
Your steps are idolised
Sweet Obasanjo’s bride...

Aso Rock

A-cross the land an winter sun
S-ome place place was a born
O-chestras gave us that song
R-oycing we headed to England
O-pera showed our happy face
C-aptives no more we are free
k-night of the rock lets all arise



dedicated to MURITALA MOHAMMED

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