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Tears From The Swamp

Author: Joseph Osita

From the swamp
Haunts me the tears of my blood
Stripped of all hope-the soil to shelter
And banished to swim in oil-poisoned sea
Do they know
Ghost of revenge haunts the weeping soul?


 From the swamp
All sorrow-veiled mourners gather
To unfold reaper's choice of the day
As muscles are crushed by soldiers’ bullet fury
Poised by Hobson's choice
Young men breed strength for crime
For ghost of revenge is haunting the weeping soul

From the swamp
Haunts me the stammering musket of angry souls
Where owners beg stealers the share of oil 
And the dead man’s amnesty is of twilight solution
For ghost of revenge will forever haunt the weeping soul


On the oil rich people of Niger Delta who are given peanuts by Nigeria government, despite oil companies’ excessive spillage in the region. 
The people hauled their anger against the government but were apprehended by Nigerian Army.  
For Michael J Faloticho's 'Sounds of a cry'
contest
03/08/2011

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Rock-Paper-Scissors

My son, Mark is four years old
With scissors he cuts papers and folds
Till he crafts canoe
And once he is through
He'll tag, “Canoe to be sold"


One day he made one so large and tight
To the pool he rushed in delight
And loaded scissors and rocks
As his cerebrum clocks
The paper craft paddled all right



He was so proud like peacock
And unloaded the scissors and rocks
And tried to paddle
He thought it's possible
But he got drowned like a brick

For P.D's contest:"Rock~Paper~Scissors"

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Woodland Romance

"A woodland path in the dappled sun hushed and quiet"

As creamy blue cloud rests on tall tender trees
Peeps of early morning sun still awakes  dossing greens
Dull dews are yet to vanish from their sheltering leaves
Silences of monastery still arrest woodland paradise
The songbirds are yet to reveal songs schedule of the day
The echoing breath of nature
Still nurture patient under slumber's custody
Only four naked legs print love on woodland moldered leaves
A perfect sanctuary for lucky cupid and Venus
As calming breezy strokes of nature
Lull perfectly braided hairs
Affection breathes rhythm to drumming tongues
Sweeping feelings conquer trembling flesh
As lips gently explore one another
Keen tender arms stroll awaiting avenues
As soft sweet moans arouse jealousy among woodland beings
'I love you' falls from ecstasy driven tongues
A perfect world is created by conjoined spirits
Where comfort nourish mind and soul
 It's now evening
 As weary sun leisurely walks home
A head still rests on sweeter-than-mattress subtle laps   


 Author: Joseph Osita
For Constance Rambling poet's contest: "Woodland Path"
11/06/2011

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POETIC JUSTICE

Choked by the incense of poetic justice,
I volunteered to be slain for the betterment of humanity.
The paintings of my ink on white sheet were witnesses,
When in Abuja, I drew my poetic daggers,
Against a twin bomb blast that left separated Limbs of men bleed with acrimony.
Eyes wept with sympathy crawling down their cheeks
While our crown boast of a thousand solutions with no one in sight.
Poetic justice shall reign in Nigeria, I prayed

I handshake my communication god when it rang
And cling firmly my peripatetic poetic spirit,
To Didier's motherland, under the cloud of French stimulated Ivory,
I saw a goat-bearded-god mimic the suit of the stars and stripes.
And commands pagan's adoration of the sun upon his throne.
When scions of termites spit at the sight of our dead flesh.
I wept when hunger-lashed beggars’ union 
Cling on my feet for one CFA franc.
Poetic justice shall reign in Ivory Coast, I prayed

Under strong loyalty to tyrannical whipping with merciless rod.
I saw my brothers drip blood from the scars of yesterday.
Should religious fundamentalists be blamed?
When a star, firmly crucified on a sickle moon,
Grind the 'holy cross' people of the south.
While the big brother stood akimbo and watch vultures poke our intestines.
The referendum at hand smells secession success on my screen.
I pray for poetic justice in Sudan, Africa and the whole world.

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Father-in-law cares

Love drips from his voice
As he rang me out of bed 
''Hope you guys are fine''   

These words stream my soul
To seconds of sweet silence
I replied, so fine.    

 Another dawn he'll call
Spilling the same syllables
In the same verse form.     


 For Dr.Ram Mehta's contest: 'In-Laws'  
Joseph Osita

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Nature's Blessing

silent summer sky
orange rays of rising sun
dapple our bodies

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a minute silent

a minute silent . . .
the cackling of a child
in the hall


the cow feeds 
on grass sprout . . .
goats bleat

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Back To My Origin

The nagging thoughts of my sleeping heroes haunt a chamber of my hearts
Weary of guilty mind, I decided to appease the heads of our string
Like a prodigal I walked as stormy cloud envelop the tranquil path 
Totem of my clan stood proudly, gazing me their repented offspring


I kneel before a head stone as solemn tune toll from mystical instruments
My tear drop touched the sympathetic hearts of the late
Gently pearling breeze signaled their invisible present
I felt their caressing touch as my heart pulsates


I am guilty oh fathers of the greats
For I was lost in modernity-age of excessive pleasure
Accept my plea oh noble men of late
For thou hold the key of our eternal treasure

 
According to African Igbo mythology, one must be in good term with his ancestors in order to be successful in life
 For Francine Robert's Totem in the darkening sky contest

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SUN-BLOCK

SUN-BLOCK


Your sunset-sanctioned skin ignite melody to boredom world
Your gently pearling smile charm the attention of morning sun.
Your charmed souls burn in nuclear passion
To absorb the bombardment of your ink
You are the unsolved mystery of existence 
                
                By pd
The sunrises 10 feet off the ground
This place carried the eternal light I need for my soul to soar.
Like the clouds every poet brush away my blues with one simple smile
Writing ignited my heartbeat to flicker like a candlewick non-stop.
I hold that piece of puzzle that makes my existence complete
              
               
Elegantly you walk, Venus-like
Printing glory-of-gods on excited earth
Holding hostage your admirers' eyes
With your Gabriel-censored attire
You are truly the mystery of existence  
            
               By pd
My eyes I keep holding on tight.
Gathering dangerous looks, from every poets eyes.
Striking like a speed of thunder bolt, 
I fell weak like an addict to my admires streak of rays'
I'm the piece of puzzle that makes my own existence complete

Oh beautiful empress of poetry soup.
Wake thy muse and shake off the dust of block
Your fans are in inferno hunger of your welded words
Feed us again, your poetic meal that somersault the arrows of critic
For you are the unsolved mystery of existence    
 
                 By pd
A great source to gather the best light here on the soup.
I found my heart beating like a rush~ spontaneous 
Imaging every poem that helps me get lost in the moment
I wrote against and among the best to be like the rest
For I'm that unsolved piece of puzzle that makes my existence complete


You are kinder than nature, more hospitable than mother earth
Man and woman scramble for shelter in your cheerful hearts
For your contest, all thoughts erect pines of words
With rush of the sea storm
P.D. ((  Linda ))  is the unsolved mystery of existence  



                   By pd
Losing myself to reality, this is not like me to fall into deep.
Times maybe hard, not even a simple song to poet my mind.
The truth is, the sun has blinded me with love, and I have no SUN-BLOCK
Until my instincts tells me otherwise, I will find my way back to all my fans * true or not
I (IRMA~LINDA) am responsible for the happiness of my mysterious existence.


BY : JOSEPH & LINDA
For Pd's  collab with me contest

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In Nature's Sanctuary

Blue skies bless green beings
Beauty holds eyes to ransom
Love Sugars the soul



Joseph Osita
For John Moses Freeman's Power of observation contest

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