PASSIONATE REVENGE(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Like tribal marks, they planted tattoos on my chest,
They created zebra crossing on my palms and I couldn't rest.
They whipped me with whips
And sent thunder to paralyze my ribs.

My soften tender voice  cry for revenge,
My drop down blood is ready to avenge.
My throat of life will never be retrenched,
Even if they all lay on one bench.

Today I'll catapult my dazzling anger to their homes,
Even if they run to Rome.
I'll behead those who beheaded us,
I'll never allow them run away even with a single horse.

I'll not allow them see tomorrow,
They will all sing songs of sorrow.
Because I'll prepare my deadly arrow,
That will fire and put them in hollow.

I'll quench my their sleep,
And make them weep.
I'll make their day become night,
I'll fight them like a Knight.

I'll catapult nemesis to their deities,
And make them foolish in doing their duties.
I'll summon the sun to strangle them,
And make sure they loose their breaths.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
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TO MY UNBORN CHILD(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

This poem was found in the skulls of sages who are dead.
They painted lines of reminiscence with their sweat that are red.
They passed through excruciating pains
For you my unborn child to be great and have gain.

To you my unborn child;
I'll make you smile with similes.
I'll tear my garment in pieces so you can live in peace,
I'll scribble and scrabble on the dabbled marble.
I'll dive and drive so you can ride when others hide.
I'll teach you how to shoot the gun of poetry when I'm gone.

This poem was also found in the brain of my father's father,
Who had a father that once had a father.
He refused to be slave during the time of slavery.
He drew a land mark which my father followed,
He painted a generational future with his blood;
He died for us at the battle field in Biafra war.

To you my unborn child;
I'll strive to make sure you never drink from river marah.
I'll make sure your blood won't be tasted by mosquitoes,
I'll fight to make you live more than my father's father lived.
I'll blow the trumpet and your enemies will bow to you.

I'll make you a poetic philosopher
Cos I'm a philosophical poet,
I'll prepare the way for you as a forerunner.
I'll make your path straight and make you the head and not the tail.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
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HONEY MOON(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

I've seen many ladies
But among them all
I've this special one in mind
She's unique in nature
She's always my honey moon

I've made friends with many lasses
But among them all
This lass will not be the last
Cos she added smile on my faces
Her accent is so decent
She's always simple
She's lives without a pimple

Today I celebrate her
With my fans
I dedicate this poem to her
Like poetic gems; we met at arthub
Like love birds; we perch on the seats
Close to each other; we chat and laugh

It wasn't long; we became best of friends
She's from my home town
Which tells she's barely frown
So I present to her this poem
As her birthday counts

Like a dazzling creature
She's unique in nature
Her skill has no suture
She has not been tortured

She's God's favourite
In everything she's right
In his arthub she bubbles
And smile like my honey moon

She's a great woman
Very caring to humans
Knowing her added grace to my prowess
Today I celebrate with you
Edirisma Abiyone Sissy
Happy birthday, wishing you many more years in life

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
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UNITED STATE OF AFRICA(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

This poem was found,
In the skulls of sages that were dead.
They painted lines of unity,
With their blood that were red.

They passed through torment,
So many times and different moments.
They were labelled bad,
Because they were black.

Africans passed through excruciating pains,
Every fight brought no gain.
But we still live as one,
Even if our slave masters won.

Babies now breast feed babies in the slum,
All they sucked tasted like a plum.
The bombing and killing,
Beheading and destructive mining.

All these things happen, yet we are still strong;
We refused to be wrong.
Even if we were denied our right,
We'll still fight in the night like knights.

We'll embrace one another like our wife,
We live a good life.
And sharpen our knife,
So we can be able to strike.

Our mouth will speak peace,
More effective than that of a mouth piece.
We all will be united in all states,
Even in season and out of season.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
Sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com
+2348180861170
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Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher is poet, blogger, writer,and 300 level computer science student of National Open University of Nigeria. He's the pioneer of Ghetto city of poetry and CEO of citadel of life. He was the winner of poetry court join me write poetry competition and talented poet annual duel together with figure of speech first winner duel in Lagos. His poems are publish on several hard copies anthologies and blogs. His email is Sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com and his number is
+2348180861170

MISS BIMBO(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Like a stunning angel
Your smile brightens every nightingale
Your soft solemn voice echoes
And your sweet reddish tongue rolled

That very night I saw you
Your accent was decent
Your silence was salient
And you were so innocent

The two water melons on your chest
Stayed gallantly like don't even rest
They're sighted my sight
And I thought touching them is my right
They made me Loose my mind
That made me want to wind

Your stunning skin is captivating
A glance at it;my urge started activating
Your soft tender nails cuddled
As your back-side moved like a saddle

Your frenzied driving lip
Is all I want to see
I thought of giving a leap
Each time you go too deep
Oh! It's too much
You don't have to do such

You drop an atom of your spittle
Which wasn't even little
I knew it would be liquid
Though it was also placid

Your little whitish spittle
Mix with mine that wasn't little
It cleansed me and I wasn't belittled
It removed the stains in my soul
And eliminated all my foes

I became whiter than snow
And every time I sowed
I blossom and flourish
I can never be weak nor perish
Oh! Miss Bimbo
A day with you is always
A divine appointed day

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
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+2348180861170
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FREEDOM(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

This poem was deposited in the bellies of those who need freedom,
They were all placed in dungeon.
They passed through excruciating pains,
Their Spittles were made little,
They were all belittled.

Freedom from this dungeon they seek,
They were meek, yet they were all mimicked.
Let's blow the trumpet of freedom with our blood,
Let's bring back our glory, so victory will flow like flood.

Let's fight like Knight tonight for freedom,
And hug our lives as we do to our wives.
Let's blow the trumpet of peace,
And tear every evil garment to pieces.

Let's beat the drum of freedom,
Let's tell them we are free born.
Let's flee from free doom,
And sound our drums like free boom.

Let's heaven scream for joy,
As we break the chain.
And every oppression and disdain,
Today we are free from sins and sufferings.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
Sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com
+2348180861170
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