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Clashes of Religion and Culture

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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Ode To African Child

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)
copyright © odiboyp 27/07/2016

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

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)
Copyright © odiboy 27/07/2016

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The Star

--------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---------------- 
---------------- In------------------

 ----------------At------------------
 ---------------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----------------
 ----------------To------------------
-------------------I---------------------- 
------------------like---------------------   
 ----------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------------
 -----------------to hold------------------
 -------------------in---------------------

 -------------------Oh!---------------------
 -----------------the sky--------------------
 ----------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--------------------
 ---------------------In---------------------
   
     (By Opurum Precious Nigeria)
     Copyright © odibo 2016

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The Flying Butterfly

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)
Copyright © odiboyp 07/26/2016

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A Letter To a Different Mother

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)
Copyright © odiboy 2016

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Good Time

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)

Copyright © odiboyp  24/07/2016



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)

Copyright © odiboyp 24/07/2016


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)

Copyright © odiboyp 24/07/2016

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The Poetic World

After the creation of things
They where all created
But in the world of imagination
Many live as creators
Existing in weird


The created creator,
The poet, I've never imagine 
As a child
I've ever thought of treasure
Never discover the new world


The poetic world 
The world of the unknown
The sacred world in the world
Where truth dowelleth
A large world of minority


The poets are creators
Though, they're created
To inhabit the world of imagination
Martyrs living with the unknown
The dark world


The poet sees the world 
Truth, happiness, love and sadness
Living as neighbours
He fights in time and tide


Every man in his own roof
Creating in his world
The poetic world,
The world of possibility.
The world of silence


The poet, 
I've never imagine as ordinary man
He sees beyond the eyes
Travelling in pen and pencil
Far and near


The poet, the errand boy
Living under Mood
To reap the harvest
He drives on the heels of strangers
As a created creator


The poetic world, 
The next world to come
The world of dreamers.
It takes only the mind
Via the hand


The poet fight,
Battle of the giants
The battle of the wits
Only the noble mind
The poet, a freak of nature


He owns everything
But lacks as same
Driving a hard bargain
To beat a retreat,
But ambitious.


The poetic world,
The thankless world
The world of pleasure.
The best of the world,
In your pulpit have I been


The poet, the maker of beauty
The preacher of the world
Trekking in the mind
With bated breath to live.
He calls,
Upon the four corners of the earth.
Sailing in the sea


The poet, the ordinary man
But in the corridor, he sits.
And becomes a child.
Like a chameleon he trades
Where colour cannot rule


He sits on the null and void
Crying in words
Oh! Happiness,
Never leave me
Not in the sea, in the fisheye


The poet who shoudst bend over backward
In black and white,
He greets the neighbours
Giving bitter sweet,
Hopeless sensible,
Visible darkness,
As if it's not enough,
Thy pen on the air spits at necessary evil


Chanting below the belt.
Painful laughter,
Competing smile.
Oh! The poet, 
Thou journey so far
At the midst of hatred
You found your Joy


The sour taste of death,
The bitter taste of anger
Become thy favourite.
When thou poureth
The shrink-wrapped feelings on the wall.


Oh! The poetic world, 
Thou shall be, 
Till tomorrow rises her morning to her evening.
The earth will sleep before thy end.
Even when the earth dies
Thou shall hove upon the seas
With thy errand boy
When the birds shall fly so high in the sky


The poetic world
I built my home inhabiting with the mind
The secret of making and my desire
Attracting what I am than what I want
Neither flood nor fire is in touch of you
The Creator never imagine
To end thy world, but to the world of thy creators


In the poetic world
I create my own universe as I journey alone
Looking into the mirror images of life
My thoughts, the architects of my destiny 
Never slur my back


The poetic world
 The subconscious garden
Once upon a time,
In extinction of the mind
The poet lives
Making selection in her preachings


As a child,
The goodness was just like nursery rhymes
In a poetry lines
Digesting with beautiful melodies
In alternate Rhythms


The poetic world, 
Your memories in our yesterday cannot die
They are the antecedents of today
The fertilizer of tomorrow,
Yet to be harvested


The poets
The lyricists
The rhapsodists
The prosaists
Thy pen shall conquer the world
When the green crops of today
Shall sow their seeds
In the evening of the night
The poet I will ever be


(By Opurum Precious Nigeria)
Copyright © odiboyp 26/07/2016

Best Poems Written by Precious Opurum

A Tribute To Papa

Under the Father Land

Clashes of Religion and Culture

Ode To African Child

The Grievance of Death

The Star

The Flying Butterfly

A Letter To a Different Mother

Good Time

The Poetic World