A MAN OF HIS PEOPLE(Dedicated to Prince Ifeanyi Dike) a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu

Like a blowing wind

Bringing fresh air 

Making the mind halcyon

leaving us in good health

This man has portrayed his benevolence

He's a man of his people

He's a true man of his people

His apparel shine bright

It made me saw him even in darkness

His action can't be mention

His words are straight forward

His promises he always fulfilled

He's a man of his word

He's a true man of his words

He's a lover of art

He's a supporter of intellectuals

He's a maestro 

His heart beat the drum of philanthropy

His stunning teeth always shine

He's a man of joy

He's a man of laughter

He's truly a man of laughter

A man, many men should emulate

He's humble and gentle

He barely disregard others

He loves youth and old

He's a lover of human

He's a true lover of human

The shoulder many wish to lean 

The mouth many which to use 

The eye many which to have

The character many struggled for

He's an epitome of goodness

He's truly an epitome of goodness

His goodness he extended to many

Lucky for me, his goodness touched me

More closely, his kindness embraced me

I felt warmth, like a chick under the feather of a hen

He guide me through

He kept to his promise

He's the way to a blissful promise land.

He's truly a way to a blissful promise land

Like a rain drop he showed me love

What many couldn't do, he did for me

His apparel is indeed an immaculate white

No wonder he's called "THE PRINCE"

I'm very grateful 

I'm elated

I'm overwhelmed

You indeed showed me you're a man of his people

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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher

06-03-16

01:52pm‎

NNEM (Dedicated to My Mother, Mrs. Leticia Egwu) a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu

Nnem

Before now, you washed me clean

Even when I gave you sleepless night

You never deserted me

You cuddled me 

You played with me

Those play I always love

You nursed me

Nnem

Before now, you always plant a kiss on my forehead

You find pleasure in locking your lip in mine

You caressed me in romantic style

Your succulent breast I sucked with great pleasure

Nnem

Before now, with every measure 

I bounced n your belly at night

When the milk get little 

I bite those succulent breast

My soft tender hands 

Squeezed those juicy milk 

Out of your succulent breast

Still they never fall flat like slippers

They were always bubbling like bobby

Nnem

Before now, you always chase me to read my books

You told me readers are leaders

You helped me solve my home works

I remember in primary five you taught me Pythagoras theorem

You're indeed a good teacher to me

Nnem

Before now, night use to be moonlight tales for me and my siblings

I remember that wonderful folktale

You and Nnam told me in the dark

Same folktale inspired me to write and publish my own folktale ' Ikenna and the Zebra'

Nnem

Before now, you always force me to morning masses

You never fail to report my misconducts to Rev.Fr.Richmond

You scolded each time I erred

Those lashes created zebra crossing on my back

Same lashes drew me back to normality

Nnem

Before now, you celebrated your 54th birthday

Silver nor gold I couldn't give to you

But I remember I did planted a hot kiss on your forehead

I cracked jokes with you

And reminded you of those lovely folktales 

You always present to me.

Nnem

Before now, you sucked the liquid bombs out from my nostrils

You refuse to sleep when I'm awake

You put on me a crucifix

You taught me how to say the CATENA 

You always remind me to recite the ROSARY

You always draw those soft ears of mine

That I shouldn't forget to say thank you to God and humans.

Nnem

Now I promise never to let you down

You must reap from your labour

You must see my children 

You must never look sad

Your days although must be halcyon

God's provision and protection will be upon you

All the days of your life

And you shall dwell in the house of the lord

Forever and ever

Amen

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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher

#Happy mother's day

06-03-16

11:43pm

HIT BANGER>>> TWO THRILLING AUDIO POEMS COMING ON 21ST MARCH 2016 FROM GRACIANO ENWEREM

While poets all over the world will be celebrating World Poetry Day on the 21st of this month, they shall also be enjoying two sizzling poems by Graciano.

This is because on that same day, "12 Million.Nonsense" and "What Nigerians Want", all by Graciano Enwerem shall be released that same day. When asked why he chose the date for the release of the twin warriors, he revealed that it is not really down to just the World Poetry Day celebrations but he chose the date to honor his friend, Ife Olujuyigbe whose birthday falls on same day especially after her conquests at the flash fiction challenge, "Blackout".

Graciano Enwerem {Grrraciano} is a Spoken Word poet, writer and teacher. A graduate of English And Literary Studies, Imo State University. He's the winner of War Of Words 3, YouPoetry Slam, 9 times winner of Sea View's Poetry Challenge, Winner Of War Of Words Online slam 1 and cofounder of Figures Of Speech {F.O.S.}, the first online creative group on whatsapp. 

He's been proffered so many awards which include the SPIC Most Outstanding Achiever Of The Year, 2014, IFA's Atonisona Of Poetry Award, 2015, Creative Writers' Association of Nigeria's Literary Critic of the Year and was also voted the number 1 poet 2016 at the EGC rankings.

      "What Nigerians Want" by Graciano Enwerem is by all standards one of the most hilarious satirical poems of all time. It elucidates almost all the very funny kind of prayers most Nigerians say. Nigeria, being a very religious country is captured in this poem as a country whose sense of humor is limitless as it extends on to the kind of prayers her citizens most likely say. This poem garnered a whopping 10-10-9.5 points in the first round at War Of Words 3, a poetry slam organized by i2x Media in Nigeria. Veekthur the LyricPoet, one of F.O
S.'s finest lyricists is featured in the audio content.

        "12 Million Nonsense" by Graciano Enwerem is one of the most popular poems that made waves in 2014, especially in Nigeria. The poem bares not only the futilty of the National Conference in Nigeria in March, 2014 but also highlights the curruption fecundity embellished therein. The poem, "12 Million Nonsense" amassed a perfect score (10-10-10) in the final round at War Of Words 3, a poetry slam organized by i2x Media and till date has remained one of the fans' favorite of all Graciano Enwerem's poems. MTN subscribers can SMS 046502 to
4100 to get it as their ring back tunes.

Published by Sunsampaul Egwu

WHAT IF I TOLD YOU (a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

What if I told you
I'm not you-man, but human,
Cos if you remove the you , I'm still a man.
For you- man isn't human.
I'm fearfully made with the powerful hands of God.

What if I told you
I'm not a Nigerian,
Even though my accent sound like that of a Fulani cow boy,
And my complexion tally with that of the talented igbo lad.

What if I told you
I'm one of those angels
Sent down from heaven,
To help write about freedom with their pens.
To deliver those in captive,
To behead those sadist
And make the world halcyon.

What if I told you
The evil they're doing
Will lead to  their early grave.
For no sinner shall go unpunished.
And theirs might be worst
If they refuse to desist
Since they find no means to resist.

What if I told you
Black doesn't mean Bad,
Even though they both begin with 'B'.
So let's stop judging by complexion
But by the content of character.

What if I told you
My pen is philosophical,
Penetrating deep into the heart of evil doers,
Devouring your devourers,
Tormenting your tormentors,
Fighting your fighters,
Deceiving your deceivers,
Giving peace to peace makers.

What if told you
Those children in the slum
Die every hour of malaria,
Mosquitoes now their neighbours,
Poverty waving in melancholy,
Cholera beating the drum of bad breathe on them,
Measles and acne smiling  at them.

What if I told you
Our hospitals are downtrodden,
Schools fallen,
Student engaged in malpractices,
Laboratories no where to be found,
Good teachers barely paid.
Yet they need the students to be leaders of tomorrow.

What if I told you
That our daughters suffered from excruciating pains,
Their glory-holes become penetrating holes.
They were raped in pains,
Bounded with chains,
Beaten with canes,
By those wicked women traffickers.

What if I told you
Our brothers who graduated with first class degrees,
Hunting for job for the past six years.
Yet ended up being  bus conductors,
Cos they were not given the chance to prove their intelligence.

What if I told you
Being nice to a girl
Doesn't obligate her
To be romantically attracted to you.
Some are for the money,
Whilst some needed to be horny.
They may even call you honey,
Whilst you're still moaning.
But at the end they'll leave you mourning,
While it's still morning.

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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
29-02-16
05:31am

I'M WITH MY PEN (a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

I'm with my pen,
My philosophical pen,
Filled with ethics,
Directed by logic,
Lodging in the thighs of epistemology,
Whose metaphysics are unique,
Aesthetics her buddy
That begot different imageries.

I'm with my pen,
My bleeding pen
That speaks of freedom,
Leading us out of dungeon,
Giving life to those in boredom,
Who sanctified those in Sodom
And gave them a new dawn.

I'm with my pen,
My blazing pen,
Whose inks are halcyon,
Painting words with diligence,
Sparking without negligence,
Raping the minds of sadists without resilience.

I'm with my pen,
My touristic pen of hospitality,
Who bears witness to the injustice,
Rendered to the poor populace.
Whom the sun gave a gloomy smile,
Who punctured and tortured the wicked heart of  the wicked ones.

I'm with my pen,
My crafty pen of prowess,
Who devoured those with witchcrafts,
Making them crash like a plane crash.
She flies high like an aircraft,
She's filled with different crafts,
She's never daft,
She's always my map
That begot different maps.

I'm with my pen,
My enthusiastic pen.
Filled with vibrant grease,
Enveloped in succulent fragrance
That muse and fuss her friends,
Abuse and fuse her foes.

I'm with my pen,
My advocative pen,
Who speaks on feminism,
Giving breath to the breathless lasses,
Bestowing hope to our hopeless daughters.
Who fought against rape,
And destroyed those sex tapes.
Who solicited for the end of women trafficking,
Making sure women are treated equally as men.

I'm with my pen,
My halcyon pen,
Whose eyes are open at night,
She neither sleep nor slumber,
She keep on inspiring others.
She's a penfreak,
She's a punster,
She's a ghetto lass,
She's a feminist,
She's a realist,
She's a solicitor,
She's a philosopher,
And I'm Sunsampaul.

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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
27-02-16
07:23am

ROMANTIC ODYSSEY by OBICHUKWU CHIDI C.

Once upon a time when kings were kids

And princes searched for princess in the ball

With deeds I wrote my autobiography of love.

During my stroll through that intellectual park,

There I carried a sweet rose that picked me,

Gladly fell for a river with romantic tide

And boarded a ship whose captain is Love.

To worship in that temple with a virtous glory;

A virgin garden for my seed,with a hot altar

Where my flesh would sacrifice all night long.

She was a hive that dropped the sweetest honey,

Despite her hostile bees,I was an addicted fellow,

That laid on her green pasture yearning more

As an aloused calf,tantalized by her yoghurt.

Meeting her I knew a star has blessed me.

With the frame that can't seduce the eyes,

Yet came the spell;a force genius can't define,

And the magic penetrated through my ears.

In the early chapters of the genesis,I rebelled;

But she held me strong like knot tied by fate,

Now i wish,I heeded the verses of revelation.

With her,this poet in me was greatly reborn.

The virtous Siren happened to me,I was into her.

A sweet maze where I was losing myself,

Trying to find the diamond mine of her heart.

Deeply in love,and hers unknown was quite a pain.

I was obsessed,depressed, nearly possessed.

The ship sailed like a romantic roller coaster.

Freshman in the game,I played a wussy crew.

Failed to make great scores,the mark unattained.

She's a prize not won, never deserved or gotten.

Long gone to find,I was all alone in the ship.

Her presence just a fair cast of my imagination.

Her role in my story isn't over,why drew the curtain?

Exited like a mean actress without an epilogue.

She died to me yet lives in another ship of her joy.

I built a silver coffin in my heart to bury her.

Nay! Couldn't close it, now living with apparition.

Like Elisha,the magic is still in her skeleton.

It haunts me and her last words was a stab.

Memory of old love fades,doesn't die but lingers,

Stimulates Aphilia,turns a celibate to cassanova.

I landed in Lovelorn island, and my chest's locked,

The golden key rest with my true heroine.

©2013

OBICHUKWU CHIDI C.

kratoschidi@yahoo.com

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07010008906

IF I LIVE BEYOND TOMORROW by (C) John Chizoba Vincent

If I will live beyond tomorrow,
Know that I have died thousand
Times before the baking of today.
If my words sustain tomorrow's hunger
Know you that they are not mere words
But they are land that connect borders.



I have been brave before today's eyes,
I have been battered in the hand of sickness.
If I live beyond tomorrow, the gods kept me,
The gods that sprinkled their spit on me are alive.
Through the testimonies of their weakness I am
Made to be strong and brave in the race of life.


If my poems stand a chance of appreciation in the heart of tomorrow's hazard, know that I have not slept for a thousand nights and thousand days.
Perfection is not in the work of my art, NO!
If they won't  live beyond tomorrow, the gods are to be blamed; for their eyes I see the beauty of the world.



If my name will live beyond tomorrow,
Search in my secret places and see what I have done.
I do not just sit down and wait for tomorrow to come
But I work and walk like the Elephant of the forest.
Don't look for me among the Rich but find me among the Thorns in my Backyard; they made me who I am.



If my man will live beyond tomorrow,
Acknowledge poetry because he made me who I am.
In the tattered part of my heart he dwells before I was birth into this world by that immovable and immortal tree in Nkporoland, she is the sun of the blessed day.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
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