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On that unhappy morning
The sad sun refuses
To shine on earth
The sky grumbles in pains
Just to announce the news
Sorrow and agony flit pin me
When I felt the bitter taste of death
The sour crisp wine
I hold him at high esteem
Oh! Death
Why stretch thou
Thy cold hand on him
In deed a tree has fallen
Oh! Our beloved PAPA!
I hope to see you again
On the harvest day
When the new earth shall come
(By Opurum Precious: Nigeria)
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Precious Opurum Poem
UNDER THE FATHER LAND
We serve under the father land
In huminity we render
Selfless services in cosmopolitanism
In peace-less and troubless downtown
We inhabit as national stuccoers
With the aids of the bourgeoisies
Starvation, annihiliationists and insurrectionists
Famish the proletariats
We serve under the father land
Where the national integration is but tribal
Our forerunners neither retire nor die
As their successors grow older
Anti crime commits crime in crimeless communities
Where we smell not the throne
Yet, we're the leaders of tomorrow
When our tomorrow is afflicted with sorrow
We serve under the father land
When we die in bloody combat
In pursuit of national unity
We receive superfluous medication after death
When the copy of a copy is off the tracks
Lingering to the land of no mean city
Oh! the Cross is too heavy
But we're the leaders of tomorrow
We serve under the farther land
When we're dichotomized, massacred
With our immaculate neoclassical ideologies
In racial milieu
We hike sheepishly in an unknown land
With vigorous expectations in future
But the future features fruitless flowers
Yet, we're still the leaders of tomorrow
We serve under the father land
When we diminish our trivial capital
In selfless services
To the in impoverishers
But the father denies the children's welfare
Shall we perpetuate these?
If right we must be
Then fatherless we must be
The cross will be the crown'd
Blind eyes shall see
The pyramid
Our tomorrow is but yesterday
When the skeletonic promises will be fulfill'd
then shall the leaders the youths be
Our precious blood shall be sav'd
The national combat must be dignified
(Opurum Precious: Nigeria)
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From the onset you become
The supernatural puppeteer behind power
The chieftain of the tycoons
The moral and immoral nous
The sheepherder of the multiverse
Why tenuring freudalism and captivity?
Thy sheep in topsided race
Like asymmetric scale
Yesterday celebrates your uniqueness
Before acculturation and elitism
Why conflict clashes at odds
The ettin the pygmies at war
Why war at ourselves?
Choice has been denied
Aren't our warfare the law of God and mature?
Why violating them?
You feign thyself
We closed our eyes with the land
We opened with unlawful laws and not the land
In discombobulation
We combat with fate
Who'll unchain us in this chain and shackle?
An immortal or mortal?
But it's the work of our hands
Who'll see the end of this war?
And tell the stories
When "truth lies on a dying lips"
No wonder he said, "Things has fallen apart"
Which road is right?
The night hurries in anger
Why prove me wrong my brother right?
Enmities as love
Operating in ugly polychrome
We hear in our dreams
Clamorous clashes of cultures
The mournful mutters of religion rattling
Causing great tension and fear
Assassination as norm
In the name of belief
Hatred among birds of a feather
Though, I know
"Nature does nothing in vain"
Why shadowing thy name?
Resonating enharmonic melodies
While the unheard melodies are sweeter
Wrong as right , right as wrong
Conflicting in contract
Right as right, wrong as wrong
Idolising the sun, moon, trees and the sea
Where's thy maker?
We war that we have peace
Now the engine room has fallen
Where's our culture?
One thing I know
Truth, the mirror is to eternity
Its high time we awoke
Never allow our works to slay us
The cry of your victims
Can never die in our memories
From generation to generation
They're remembered
Our forebears turned at us in deaf ears
The hooting owl flits the earth
The drum beats unrhythmically
To the sorrowful tone of the earth
The unhappy sun hikes rapidly
The cloud thunders in tears
Winds sighing and winding in anticlockwise
As thunder rumbles to threaten the earth
Oh! What a calamitous end
Who'll tell?
The master at the closet
(BY OPURUM PRECIOUS (Odiboy) A poet, writer and critic .Nigeria)
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Oh! African child, the temple
A redient beauty of nature
Thou are the cradle capital
Of humanity and creatures
The founder of patriarchal
Oh! African child,
The coy the toy of the wife
Beauty of nature and life
The belike of Bowie knife
To war at still life rife strife
The child of joy the best of hymns
We beseech thee in betimes
Thy streamlet in our dreams
Screaming in daydreams
Like a storm in the Midstreams
African child, maker of BC
From AD back the AC
The brain of agony and glossy
The married the plea and mercy
Oh child of my fathers, prostrate
Crowns at thy feet for thy odelet
To sublime prime respect
When thy pen upon d sky soar-th
1925 your maiden calleth
Upon a round table thought
The earth ornates thou as great
Oh! rejoice thou art great
For the kingdom belongeth
(By Opurum Precious poet, writer and critic Nigeria)
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POETIC ANALYSIS OF THE POEM ODE TO AFRICAN CHILD BY OPURUM PRECIOUS (odiboyp)
The poem "ODE TO AFRICAN CHILD" by Precious odiboy is a poem that praises African children. The poet praises African children to a certain height
In stanza one, he presents the beauty and uniqueness of African children. He sees the African children as the returning of nature and the beginning of human race as well as creatures. Thus:
"A redient beauty of nature
Thou are the cradle capital
Of humanity and creatures"
Here , the poet maintains that African children are distinct from other children in the world.
In stanza two, the poet presents the African child asthe beauty of nature and the joy of motherhood as well as the Sharp sword to fight against conflicts.
In stanza three, he compares to beautiful songs as he praises them to come at the right time. He also compares the loneliness childlessness can cause to a woman and the emotional discomfort. Thus:
'The child of joy the best of hymns
We beseech thee in betimes
Thy streamlet in our dreams
Screaming in daydreams
Like a storm in the Midstreams'
In stanza four, the poet sees the child as the maker of history from the past to the present. That is, before and after the time of Christ.
In stanza five, the poet declares that kings and great men bow for children in praise and respect due to their value in heaven and earth.
In the last stanza, the poet references the first World Conference held about children issues in 1925 which results to Children's Day today. He maintains that everything on earth honours children.
Finally, he concludes that children should rejoice because the kingdom of God belongs to them as the bible says.
POETIC DEVICES
Diction: the language of the poem is very simple and straight forward to understand. The poet used some archaic words like 'beseech, betimes, belike, calleth, belongeth soar-th etc to foreground the figurative meaning of the poem.
Metaphor: the whole of stanza one is built of metaphor. Examples: Oh African child, the temple. The cradle of capital etc
Apostrophe: this is seen in stanza three, thus: We beseech thee in betimes.
Simile: Like a storm in the Midstreams
Allusion: Examples: maker of BC from AD back the AC: your maiden calleth (historical allusion). For the kingdom belongeth (biblical allusion)
Metonym: Examples Crowns at thy feet for thy odelet: When thy pen upon d sky soar-th (stanza five). Upon a round table thought (stanza six)
Imagery: brain of agony (stanza four), the crown (stanza five), round table (last stanza) etc
Alliteration: still-life-rife-strife ( stanza two)
Rhyme scheme ababa, cdddd, eeeee, ffff, gggg, ggggg
Mood: happiness, hope
Tone: praise
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THE GRIEVANCE OF DEATH
It comes unannounced
With caloric and musty sour
Calls from far and near
Under unnumerous Canopies
Behold the upper chambers
Swimming and bleeding
In white wet handkerchiefs
In saucer-eyed voice, They yell
Grievance of death
The mantle of Loneliness
Thou smeareth silence
Death is smooth and rough
But the grieve is
But a rancid bitterness
Death lights the woolly candle
She stirs in kleptomaniac toes
Trading upon domestic desert
The grievance of death
Wallows the mind in miry statute
The grievance of death
Summons ancient easy chairs
With their C headed walking stick
The red-cup headed chieftaincies
Floating in tears in their chieftainship
Death with the axe headed pestle
Trading upon domestic desert
Encroaching like a lion in the jungle
With her mighty sword
We have no choice
No reason but to join
Hence we can't say no
Children journeying in nursery rhymes
Black wrappers in their veiled heads
Weeping in tepid ogles
Death with thy barrel
To good ones
While the evil lives longer
The grievance of death
Thou shall die
When death shall die
(By Opurum Precious odiboy: Nigeria)
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--------THE STAR-------
-----------------At-----------------
--------------- Night---------------
----------The tired sun lies---------
Upon the sluggish dark clouding sky
---------The moon wakes----------
Stars twinkling their eye with simile
---------Like alightening at---------
---------------night----------------
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---------------night ---------------
--------When the darkness---------
Spreads her wings at the dark nights
--------In their uncountable--------
Numbers they move visible darkness
--------To tell the reason of---------
--------------Nature----------------
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----------The night stars eye-------------
The blue moon lights the shining Stars----
----------Twinkling tiny stars-------------
Glittering at night like the rising of winter--
------------Staring at the earth------------
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-------------------Oh!---------------------
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----------Night lies on your likes-----------
What shall we do to shine the light at night--
----------To become a star in life-----------
The shining star shines in season and time-
----------------Tt spreads-----------------
-------------------Hers--------------------
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(By Opurum Precious Nigeria)
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Precious Opurum Poem
The flying butterfly
Flying high in the sky
Perching in the apple-eye
Hi butterfly why in blue-sky?
There on the thyme with a smile
The flying butterfly
In nursery rhymes the passer-by
Calling children far and wide to vie
In a twinkle of an eye
The babies beautifying in style
The flying butterfly
Flings her feathers well-nigh
In the butterfly bush, skying high
Upon the yellowish pine trees, the hover-fly
Displays her colourant in the sky
Usually at a stone's throw they fly
Should I give a farewell as goodbye?
It doesn't respond but around d flowers they fly
Flower-flies, in July
Butterflies announcing the summer eye
Smelling the blue and green flower for awhile
The dragon flies in the sky
Flower-flies bidding goodbye butterfly
Far and near they fly
Descending the harmattan wind from the sky
Oh! Butterfly, I wish I can fly
So high in the sky
It may be for awhile
But there in the colouring clouding sky
I shall bid goodbye with a smile
(Opurum Precious; Nigeria)
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You deserve so much more that I give
In deed she is
She lights the green light
A woman of letters
Once upon a time
Under the moonlight tales
We hear the sky
Meeting with angels
In the blue clouds
A different mother
The onset of the nucleus
I can tell the history
Though, I wasn't there, but she was yesterday.
The Achilles heel in nefariousness.
She is always right
A serpent in the egg to the rainy days
A different mother
Acumen to the future
The beginner of the end
A Shepherd of sheep
The villain of a hero
The architecture of humanity
She imprisons herself
In a royal house
Faring for her seeds
Almost a laughing stock
In her child's play
She has a Penelope's web
For her kith and Kin
She begot love
The merchant of honorary
The nurserymaid
A different mother
The Christmas Flowers
Growing in summer
The birds fly
Feeding from her colourants display
She walks in the rain
When her umbrella is no more
At night, she wakes a million times
For the new born baby
A different mother
As busy as a bee
She build the Nation
To and fro
At a stake,
The good Samaritan grows her flowers
Ill at ease, her swan songs grow
In the memory of the future
But in the morning,
They are like thankless arrant
A different mother
Why not now?
Time has denied your harvest
Why become an uphill task?
Even on the rainy days
Through fire and water
A bolt from the blue clouds
She lays the golden eggs
OH! MOTHER OF ALL
Thy seeds shall not die
They shall spread thy golden bed
When thy night comes
Thou shall eat thy food
When thou shall hunger
For them in the evening
Even the dark night shall lie on thy feet
Till thy heavenly dinner comes
(By Precious Opurum: Nigeria)
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GOOD TIME ( translated in two other languages)
Good time lies in onerous tracts
Where the minds reject
It shelters in a solitary world
Fidgets like a hovering danger
Reluctance, the only neighbouring sister
Dominates the city
Good time lies in the secrete
They entomb under the catacomb of rigor
Where man in his journey is castoff
Her footsteps leave no footprint
As she moves in visible darkness
Good time lies in the extreme of life
Their beginning marks the end of our journey
Loneliness seems to be close
But it castles on air
Good time sometimes, arrives at the wrong time
When the night of the day is near
Good time lies on your hand
But can't ride alone
It's height and low
Sometimes at the stake
Let's journey with might and main
Good time is in the closet
(By Opurum Precious Nigeria)
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FRENCH TRANSLATION
BON TEMPS
Bon temps réside dans tracts onéreuses
Lorsque les esprits rejettent
Elle abrite dans un monde solitaire
Bougeotte comme un danger planant
Réticence, la seule soeur voisine
Domine la ville
Bon temps réside dans la secrete
Ils ensevelir sous la catacombe de rigueur
Là où l'homme dans son voyage est défroque
Ses pas ne laissent aucune empreinte
Comme elle se déplace dans l'obscurité visible
Bon temps réside dans l'extrême de la vie
Leur début marque la fin de notre voyage
La solitude semble être proche
Mais ce châteaux sur l'air
Bon temps parfois, arrive au mauvais moment
Lorsque la nuit du jour est proche
Bon temps se trouve sur votre main
Mais ne peut pas rouler seul
Sa hauteur et basse
Parfois, sur le bûcher
Passons en voyage avec force et principale
Un bon moment est dans le placard
(Par Opurum Precious Nigeria)
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SPANISH TRANSLATION
BUEN TIEMPO
Buen momento está en vías onerosas
Cuando las mentes rechazan
Alberga en un mundo solitario
Mueve en exceso como un peligro que asoma
La renuencia, la única hermana vecina
Domina la ciudad
Buen momento se encuentra en el secrete
Ellos sepultan bajo la catacumba de rigor
Donde el hombre en su viaje es castoff
Sus pasos no dejan huella
A medida que se mueve en la oscuridad visible
Buen momento se encuentra en el extremo de la vida
Su principio marca el final de nuestro viaje
La soledad parece estar cerca
Pero castillos en el aire
Buen tiempo a veces, llega en el momento equivocado
Cuando la noche del día está cerca
Buen momento se encuentra en su mano
Pero no se puede montar sola
Su altura y baja
A veces en la hoguera
Vamos viaje con todas sus fuerzas
Un buen tiempo está en el armario
(Por Opurum Precious Nigeria)
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How I wish you can be my rainbow sky
How I wish you can be right here I lie
How I wish your face is bright
How could you be a bite
How I wish you can light my dreams
Holding the them in your screens
Who will be my rainbow
Hovering above my shadow
You're a rainbow to one's sky
Your simile before you bid goodbye
(By Precious Opurum :Nigeria)
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