Best Severally Poems
My wrapper loose day after day
My motion and emotion unstable
I forget to think
But I wasn’t drunk
I remember in a trance
Stable I was
My wrapper tight on my torso
Not divulging the firm breasts
I remember vividly when it began to loose
Days turned nights
The sun withheld its radiance
I mourned unending
Breasts tumor I had
Oh! The pain hurts
One more ill has befallen me
A spinster at 50
Severally dumped I was
By men on trial
The life I live was wreaked
My heart fell apart
Picking up the fossils
Amidst courage and optimism
Dreadful incidence I traversed
Since my birth, early 60’s
Aargh! I’m bigoted
But utmost myopic
I wasn’t sleeping
Merely a spinster’s vision
When at 52
Men on trial returned
I had miscarriages
Pains were inflicted
53, I would be
The wrapper has slipped off
Revealing the sagging breasts
My legacy is gone
I’ve missed my menses
I’ve wept all day
I pled against miscarriage
But all hope is not lost
Because I’m pregnant!
OMEBE RITA
“One man, one woman”
My father will sternly warn me
And severally, oh! Severally
Will he repeat in my hearings
Loudlier than ever saying
“Son will you take on too many woes”?
“Oh! My father” of what do you speak again
My tender heart skipping a hurdle
A firm handshake erupting
Between my pounding heart
And my twinging left eyeball
Cry out then I unto him
“Oh! My father it is, but very early at dawn
And with his eyes wide open
My father beholds the fruit of his loins
Who erstwhile had previously
Been wrapped in swaddling clothes,
A tiny little young creature
My father takes in a deep smiling breath
And another deep breath quick to follow
And calmly says
“Son, my son -do not take on more than you can chew!
Listen boy, listen to me!
Beautiful many a women come,
Poison and woes their abundance bring
But of one man, one woman!
What potent panacea more would you request
One man, one woman boy!
One man, one woman Son.
He was growing old and senile and his hair began to fall,
And he perched on a stool to tell accounts of the past,
Of how he’d fought for his country and of his manifold valiant deeds,
Speaking of patriotic comrades who’d long returned to dust.
His neighbors sometimes thought that his stories were a joke
But elders who had understanding of the past
Knew his honesty and the truthfulness with which he spoke;
But we don’t hear his tales today for the old Musyoka passed way.
Not many mourned him, perhaps only his children and wife,
For he led an ordinary uneventful lifestyle;
He had a part-time job and a family, calmly heading his way;
The world did not know when death took his nationalistic smile.
When thievish politicians die of eating too much
Their sinful corpses honorably lie in state
While spoon-fed sycophants give crammed eulogies,
But a freedom soldier quietly succumbs to his unfortunate fate.
It seems the greatest contribution to the wellbeing of our republic
Is to lie to the people and severally break your unfeasible promises,
But the patriotic soldier who lays down his life for the country,
Goes unnoticed to his grave without the minutest of praises.
The earnings of a politician are more than their service,
But a patriotic soldier gives up his life to protect his countrymen,
Yet his pension is small and old age and disease the only rewards,
And an ordinary death awaits him at three score and ten.
It is easy to forget old Musyokas for they live no more,
Even disregard that such heroes ever went to the battlefield,
But I hear heart-rending cries from forgotten graves yonder,
Where old Musyokas and their devoted mates restlessly lie.
They cry, “sons and daughters, we died like common folks,
Yet we are the reason why you enjoy the peace you have,
We lost our arms and legs and most of us died cheap as a fox;
Will you deny us a simple and costless thing such as honor?”
I loathe hearing the fallen old Musyoka and mates haunt me so
But I’m not the commander-in-chief of the land,
Nor am I some legislator in the August House,
I can’t honor a fly, but old Musyoka won’t understand.
Ssss.....
Splendour smooth sound that sounded severally sometime ago,
Smoothly stealthy sensating my soul.
Sound sounding second by second significantly,
saying ''I love you Thabiso'' not even swallowing a single saliva spit.
Sweet semibreve singsong sounding siphoned from sun set side.
Sexy but not sex slavish,
Just sound sizzling like a snake hizzling.
When slamming slang its signs that theres something serious.
Smooth sound not simple to slay or slip someone slow or solvenly.
Slender with smashing smile and sound splitting my feelings into smithreens.
Soften sonare that sneaks me sodden,meaning saturated.
Souvenir sound deserving sovereign.
Sound sounding smooth like special strings playing in sovereign's ceremony,
spick and span spontaneously stabling spirit putting stamina,
not from stammer but someone stimulating,stupendous,streamlining.
Stereophonic sound that makes me sweat.
I'm not swagging its just that i still remember her sweet swansong swaying
systematic sound as if it sounds from someone from synagogue.
Since from this voice appeared in my dreams.
I stoped snoring and started to have sweet dreams in my sleep.
You will never know when its the end,
but after telling that''I'm in love with the voice''its the end.
This was just a deram
Yes I am African,
And proud to be one.
Yes I am black,
And from the third world,
Full of hunger and
drought,
Poverty and doubt,
Lack of opportunities and
all,
But am I not alive?
That is enough to love my
motherland.
My hoolahoop may have
been an
old bicycle tyre,
My dining table around a
fire,
My alarm clock a cock's
crow,
And my lamp a lantern's
glow,
But sure thing is, it was
still home.
I may have to comb my
hair with
a hot comb to make it
straight,
Get thorough beatings
from the
teacher when late,
Call an aeoroplane a big
bird,
Have my dolls made of
mud,
But thats just home,
And there is nothing to be
ashamed about.
I may choose to walk to
save ten
shillings,
Repeat a word severally
to show
emphasis,
For example...I walked and
walked and walked,
For that is how I believe
the point
will get home.
Here, William is a whole
different
name from Bill,
An octopus a ***** type
of fish,
But thats just home,
And there is nothing
wrong
about it.
Being black doesn't make
me less
human,
Neither does it hinder me
from
things that can be done
by the
Americans, Europeans,
Asians,
It doesn't make me too
dark for
God to see,
Nor does it stop Christ's
saving
blood from flowing over
me,
I am just a product of
God's
marvelous work,
And so I am proud to be
African,
Cause God my Creator,
Don't make no junk.
A HELL DATE
Like an order from the military junta
He swerved the steering off our route
I was surprised... not really scared
It was four days after my birthday
Where are we going?
What's happening? tell me
We are going to a Fast Food... ok, that's it
Ok, then, the General has spoken
Any word from his mouth is a decree
For we are in a military junta
Was ordered not to pick expensive menu
As I glance through the menu list
I asked what he wanted ... nothing!!! he answered
Just hurry up, I've got things to do
I could barely eat my cheap menu pick
He looks at me irritatingly...as if I am worthless
My cutleries fell off my hand severally
Must I eat this so called food
It was one hell of a date... to compensate for my birth date
Hurriedly like maid and Boss, we left the place
It all ran through my mind?
What was this for?
Did I force you to take me out on a belated date?
I felt reduced to nothing as I wish I vomit the food
I should have known better... worst off in all
I felt like a nuisance on a date
As I wish there wasn't a date in the first instance
All kinds of date I mean... birth date or hell date
AST
1.55am
15/04/2015
Conjure from a true life story
Every dawn starts an extreme desire
A desire to have her by my side,
May be cuddle her,not even kissing
That alone can quench my thirst for her
I know she doesn't love me
She has proven it severally
But my heart won't listen
It's firm and stubborn for her.
It lures me to calling her at night
To disappointments,no answer
Just like she didn't answer last night
'May be she's doing the dishes'
My heart would murmur to me
But frankly its much late for dishes
'Then may be she's out to pee'
It'd respond quickly.
She snubs me, deliberately
I've seen her go out with Ivan
And yeah,I confirmed they kissed at the party
My best poem ever,I wrote to her last summer,
I found it in the dustbin, ramshackled
She's called me a fool,idiot,gobshite
Moron...let me conceal the rest
But my foolish heart won't listen
It's firm and stubborn for her
It's called desperate love,
May be you're a victim
But your heart just murmured
'Of course you're not'
Just to blindfold you.
What can I do?
'Play back that sound',she explained with bitterness,
'What's wrong?',I questioned,
I found out that she was severally harrassed at a conference,
"He won't be entertained by any room with his proposal",as she envisioned,
Just sitting on the bed,I jinggled overtone,
Did questioned me for such unpleasant tone,
But my answer comes unfold,
Making her look silly,I broke into laughter,
'So you're happy of yourself not being caring',
she kept on exclaiming my name aswell,
"......alright,please let me know frankly for now if I'm not your class girl,
"After all,I can guess you've gotten a new lover in there",
On aboard,I felt pictures of funny and amusing statement as she said,
Being the focal point,I replied as such to her,
"Kindly make me proud beautiful lady as the day goes by,
...only on the goal of accepting those proposals from that beloved guy" ,
'Thanks to God we're no more as lovers',that was her voice,
"....be in search of me never from anyone now onwards",
she added such a subtle context,
Ever since we met as friends was there a moment I said to her about a precept,
"My love for you is of God's unconditional love,
Don't set on sexual segregation",
Thoughtfully,diligence wasn't tactfully highlighted by her intention,
Beneath the bowl's cover,she grabbed that portion as merely,
In as much as she went ahead throwing jabs at me,
A vital integration against her module of thinking set in,
But her promiscuous attitude never scored her sence of dignity,
Proving my kind,made her go bananas,
"Fool,stupid guy......you!"
Vomited out all these to me with contempt,
Preventing alienation and imperialism,
I gave her a dose of self repent,
'Don't be as a Muppet organism',
Adding this tuned her into a groaning lion,
As time went on from the tick of grumble,
Shame unto you dearly,
....huuuu...our love is inseperable',
she said with densely,
Putting on a tortured garment,
I became less feisty before a firmament,
Grooving within this scope,
she spotted my vibes but never killed a coach,
It was all a dream!
Exist?
No!
God
Does
Not
Exist!
Yes, I read that the earth was formless
And gross darkness was enstooled in the endless
And He commanded; “Let there be light”
But still, with me
God
Does
Not
Exist
No
Not in my life does He exist
Sure, you looking at me and perhaps
You want to frown at these lines of mine
Which won’t prompt you to give me a high five
But that doesn’t move me a bit cos my instinct always makes me dive
Diving deep into the reality of a survival with no life
Reality of the numerous tours in my mental estate
That which you have no clue of my presence state
Come on, I’m surely going to shout out
Holding to the fact that He doesn’t exist
Cos you have no idea
For what I went through
You have no idea
You know nothing much about my past
Yes you have no idea
You don’t know how deeply I used to serve Him
So stop murmuring
Yes, you, you really have no idea
You have no glimpse of the precious times in memory
And you have no idea the money I invested into His works
So believe me when I say you have no idea
You have no idea
How my friends ridiculed and rejected me when I got born again
So I meant it when I say you have no drop of idea
When the so called men of God defiled my virginity
You have no idea
You have no idea
How I felt when the so called Christians openly hug me
And smiles with me
But stab me at the back
O yea folks you have no idea
His words says “… let all who are heavily burdened call on Him …”
But you have no idea how severally I have called Him
Only to experience my hope threatened with doubt
Flying with the wings of doubt
With my thought thrown through the wide exit!
No
He
Does
Not
Exist
No, not in my life does He exist
If you think I’m irritating
Then I want someone to prove me wrong that He exist
And I’m going to walk straight to you with a high five
And trust me, you would need to prove that before the whole world
And with your life
I have had it all
And have concluded that no matter what
I don’t have the faith to live that faith-life
That’s right
My flesh is talking it out
Loud
But honestly
Right here
Deep down in my heart
I do strongly believe that
HE
Surely
Does
Exist.
SONNET XIV
I SING OF HIS FAITHFULNESS
Since Childhood have I severally been told
That the Blessed Mind Knows Gratitude
Till lately, this has been more of a Mystery
That His Promises are there,
That He is good with ever enduring Mercies
That for me, He works all things for good.
The Grace that gave me all I deserved not,
And His Mercies that exempt me from Karma
That it all comes from Him
That by me, all has gone exacly as planned; No,
But; He has daily led me to the expected end
Beyond what Eyes have seen or Ears heard
The Light I’ve seen I’ll share
I’ll sing of His Faithfulness.
@DECEMBER 2016/ ©M.H.O.G Unveilings
If you see Ajani, my husband, at the gate,
Tell him I have gone to my father's house,
His manhood no longer entice me anymore.
His mat has seen more of my pains than laughter
And he had failed to roll up his mattress of cruelty;
Marriage is not a do or die affair in my land.
He can come and collect the kolanut he brought,
My father would arrange his yams for him,
Those wrappers he bought for mother she has
not shown their faces to the bleeding hot sun.
My bracelet has fallen folly in the market place,
I am now the river that has no atom of respect,
Now the grass every leg step on mercilessly;
Every finger pointing at my bruised faces as a sheep.
If you see Ajani Owolabi at the streem,
Tell him that marriage is a game where the
Two parties never give up on each other.
I have be killed severally without a sword,
He who does not know fire let him watch
A forest blaze behind his hurt. Ajani has
Broken the vows we made on the altar of love.
The end of our union does not entice me again,
This beads I must not wear again to the market.
Thank my father in- law for his kindness,
My sister in-law' s paintings had made me insane;
She chameleoned her face between my husband
And I. Home I must go to my father until
Another man knocks at the door.
Ajani Owolabi, let your ego go to rest for awhile
Women need them no more to butter their lives.
You are more of a dog than a man taking
Orders from your mother and sister's lips.
Don't look for me when your head comes back;
I need a man not a child who won't stop trying with me.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
The arrival of a boy child
Parental congratulatories;
to the baby; wasn't mild.
Ghetto, from Heaven, is the destination
Slaughter of poverty was the contemplation
Growing in the hood;
Eternal bliss of devilish mood
Growing in the ghetto;
Misery our motto
Every turn of sight;
Young ghouls hustling tight
Peeping through tunnel-hope
My foresight altered by dope
Future presidents, doctors, engineers,
Rolling crack
Ol' Gees, definitions of lack
In inward glimpse of my soul
Is the 3D of me with bound sole
Is this life? I wonder
No! Strife! No wonder
Can't be a dealer
Chased by a leader
Beneath my table, lie success
Disguised in a voluminous book
A gift from grandpa
He said "don't want you to be a crook"
Oh! Heavenly!
I'll thank you severally
The way out of poverty
Is my study for dignity...
Love cursed, lust cured.
She tempt me severally,
Misled me countlessly,
She called me to her garment of sin,
as she undressed, i look her innocently,
she longed to be demonic in the sexual sphere,
Tantric starts, ****** prolonged..
my hands caress her clapping buttocks,
her sleepary breasts elate with joy,
underneath massage increase her nipples size,
squirting triggered, she maon aloud for my ********
to deep the hole till i find her depth
Her salty sweat dip my lips,
she glow in glory waiting to be pounded with honour,
She loose, heart beat fast, breath cease,
My hands tickle her nipples gently,
tongue lick beneath her wet hole,
her hands rub my hair,
her legs wide open,
hot tunnel deep, i penetrate deeper,
she give me a good atmosphere,
with variation and tighter sensation,
deep and slow, pull out ass up and down
for a good penetrative action..
After a sweet missionary,
with pleasure and satisfaction,
she wrap her lips and suck me gently,
she tickle my balls and testicle..
She enhanced me as i go over and over
with variations, she adjust perfectly,
submissively, wider, harder i hit her
behind with a fantastic view..
Alas!!
The morning breeze blew my mind
and i realized it was all a fantasy,
fallacy and a sinful imagination..
I go tempted severally
As my heart skipped
To ask my inner mind
Does it worth all these?
Was still trapped for five hours
On my sojourn to her school
It was the collapse of two trailers
Indeed, they collapsed all the route
We came out intermittently
Trekking around with no particular way
Our clothes became coloured, of dust
We were wet from head to toe
It was not of rain but of sweat
Does it worth it? I sighed
Stories fly fast in our bus
Oh! Our destination
We shall get to by 2am
Was scared to the marrow
Some scared us less
They voted for 12 midnight
Why would I believe them?
For we were all still in the trap
Am I jinxed not to see her today?
Alayande Stephen T.
20th November 2007
6.02pm
When a man fall
Trouble begins.
A divided home is created .
Respect and honour hasten out of the door
As bulling and disrespect hasten in drastically.
The holy matrimonial fall apart sadly
And love develop a linkage instantly.
Infidelity is welcome humbly through the door
As hatred gives birth to death, death of emotions.
The heart beats slowly, O'er its shadow
In between fear and anger.
A loathsome debt develop in the home and
His face hurt many feelings.
A red cruel blemish spot of frustration emerge in the heart
Turning and whispering in disgust .
You could hear the argument and nagging
Day in, day out within the house hold.
He is left alone devastated and downcast
Like a silent pain whose hurt never feels.
Tears of blood gushing down from the eyes
Then he is abandoned to perish under the rotten shinning waste hill.
Rejected and neglected under the dungeon
He become voiceless, underrated by the society.
When a man fall, he becomes repulse and rap severally
Could he rise again?
Could he still dance with so much joy
Yes, only with his mind set and hard work can he change
with each day his kneels planted humbly on homage to God
For glorification and supplication to arise again.