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Chinedum Ekwobi Poem
A lot of body shifts by an inch,
While vengeful killer teeth they clench:
A prosecutor is addressing The Bench,
Concerning dastardly murder of a wench
By a whisky-soaked German French
Whom he’s sure could also in Vodka drench!
Shovel handy they could dig The Quickest Trench
And from Prosecutor A Talkative life wrench,
His tongue-less corpse for A Disgracing Stench …
And maximally in the next one hour,
They shall all Waiters for Justice devour
Between The Adjudged Sweet and The Thought Sour
All the fine bakery with its flour,
Because read they can the legible unfairness
And God so kind, sharp of awareness.
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Chinedum Ekwobi Poem
It is a business truth
And transformer of lenders into Ruth
Who have been infamous Shylock
Or a hesitant safe with lock ...
A borrower to soften his voice
And watch its magic
By far more helpful than a cobra’s poise
Or Insistent Logic;
A lender’s lost key to his savings booth
Quietly warranting a hammer or Jaguar’s tooth
The voice of the badly broke
When penury has begun to choke
Should be often tender
To the rescuing lender
The broke an unconditional blender
For the service lender has to render.
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Chinedum Ekwobi Poem
For braving that stunning heap
You’re headed for a big reap
And have made a giant leap:
Into earth digging deep,
So that families won’t weep
Or hunger-driven to sleep,
Every wrought bulging heap…
A cause to into kitchens leap
And at same oiled yam beep:
A farmer feeding the rest
But-alas!- denying self rest.
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Chinedum Ekwobi Poem
Every sport man’s first ID card,
On him imposing, a period to be on guard;
When the slimmest interest shows in financial gain,
And inglorious quitting is the pain!
Not that affluence one does detest:
Mounting pressures from the east and the west,
One’s body and teeth sometimes rattling
While with an irksome low rating battling.
A time of anxiety about recommendation:
Occasional acting of one under intimidation.
Determined pursuits of excellence before judges:
One can The Amateur see as he sometimes budges.
Not the type to be heard dropping happy hums;
A continual heading for home with paltry sums
Likely to be rather caught writing his elegy
Because of his devalued burnt energy!
In football, members of countryside clubs
Making fortunate appearances in a local league.
On the pitch less of lions and more their cubs
And somewhat destined to enact scenes of less intrigue:
A status that doesn’t much thrills offer,
Its bearers’ faces undisclosed diseases suffer.
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Chinedum Ekwobi Poem
A French walked into Nigeria with it,
Straight to Rose flower Hotel you can’t quit;
The Man’s Partner: Her Cleanest prostitute
At negotiating prices The Astute
And because he was dying for it ‘shrewd,’
Over her cruel price did not dare brood…
Hotel Material and Four Figures high,
Not caring it might White Guy leave dry:
And it’s not about thrusts, mere plain licks;
A flesh-close tongue mimicking wavy sticks
One might say a woman meaning to rob,
After some French had her sold The Job;
All to The Glory of Hardworking Satan
And bound to be bad to Prophet Nathan…
And for six hours White French at work
Just after Bottle forfeited its cork;
Doubly Satisfied Eve moans a “Don’t pay…”
“But be sure you’re here without fail next day!”
All The sagacity of The Devil
Out to make Straight Lines of Life bevel.
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Chinedum Ekwobi Poem
Yes, we’ve got the message
But what of its passage?
From your factories vapor
That does not foster rapport:
To residents a mission
Cushioning the emission…
I fear rearing stalemate
And a final waiting bait.
I wonder the smart platform
You’ll set up to quell the storm.
Whom you choose as Delegate
They shall behind relegate…
To Angering Pollution
Bribery not solution
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The Year: Long Squandered 1999;
Frank Flynn had found my sent parceled poems ‘fine’
“They can lend themselves... to live performance”
Wherefore I mount for each surveillance….
An Atypical BBC Staff:
His signed statement A frankness not by half;
Laminated have I his bold comment:
Above My First Degree ‘A Document.’
Saw Frank, too, in My Enclosed Verses
‘ Originality of Rhythm’
Then, whoever, their action rehearses
Hasn’t The Spurious got to fathom.
And Frank had marked their “freshness of vision”
I began to crave their prompt diffusion…
Owe I Frank self-rediscovery:
A focus sidelining livery;
Strong reasons to start idolizing self
And speedily start assembling A Shelf…
The Last I should crucify of The Crew;
If he were still alive The Safest Jew.’
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Chinedum Ekwobi Poem
Imagine you opened First Aid Box
And, of all things, saw the blood of ox
While you’d wanted to help your Small Pox,
Would it you panic to leave your pocks
Or would you for gloves try your two socks
Or to gods try to sacrifice cocks
Or off speed in the manner of Cox
After reasoning things out like a fox?
Ox blood-stains on all sides of The Box!
Whichever you choose, not what one mocks:
This is The Twenty-First Century;
Much caution in handing injury.
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Chinedum Ekwobi Poem
You’re one of The Mortals
To whom others are “Empty Bottles”
You have risen now and again,
Degrees bagging to your own again
At all analyses “Very Good!”
And at Evaluation “Oh! My God!”
Often, The First to be Understood,
No frustrated use of bullying rod.
Still need you to set yourself apart
By being The Proverbial Young at Heart:
Voice for infant’s frame of mind;
I have in mind the toddler just behind
Your sweetly playful Four-Year-Old Son
About to a game start in The Sun …
For that is when in you
The presence of God holds true.
And you become truly a mortal
To whom another is Empty Bottle.
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Chinedum Ekwobi Poem
Don’t a school child give marks
It would be bold to despise:
The same thing as letting sharks
Acquire their teeth thrice!
You’re praise of kids to elicit sparks
That should ignite just the spice:
Where the child’s bicycle parks
Restricting others with a thrown dice
When the child begins to sing like larks
And you serving it streaming rice.
The Good Dog sure barks
After every reckless price …
So does many a docile child
By beginning to act wild.
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