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Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a prolific Nigerian Poet ,her poems and articles are widely published across the globe in Journals that include the MiomboPublishing( Zimbabwe) and the Scarlet Review ( Canada) .Her poetry and writings are also popular in Nigeria where is featured in the mainstream media and publications. We feature Ngozi in our October ( Meet the Poet ) Poetry Journal and thus the regular feature in our journal while we have featured a number of prolific and rising literary arts voices. A great thank you to our readers and Poets who have agreed to be featured on this space . Thumbs up to you all. You are all welcome to send your comments, to like and follow the MiomboPublishing Journal and contact us at miombopublishing@gmail.com
DEAR EMBER
Dear September
Welcome to my chamber
And take your number,
As you become my member
Always remember
To bring me divine hamper
That nothing can tamper
Because me, you must pamper.
Dear October
We are sober,
There is a stopper
He flies his chopper,
There is a sniper
He shoots the pauper,
There is a robber
He strangles the barber,
There is a viper
He poisons the tapper,
There is a bomber
He raids our border,
There is a plumber
He neglects our chamber,
There is a piper
He burns our paper,
Come, shun our slumber
And make us super.
THIS CROOK
From the look in his nook
This crook can hook
The moon by noon
To boom the doom.
So brood through the book
And cook for the groom,
Soon, give him the spoon
And shoot the room.
This cocoon brings gloom
The loom in his tooth
Destroys a booth.
Not smooth with his loot
Too rough in his boot,
He took the broom
To sweep the food,
Use all the wood,
And burn down the hood
Because he can shoot.
DEAR TEACHER
Dear teacher
You were so able
That you punched the bubble
And made it wobble
For me not to stumble,
You were confident and stable
That my pieces, you did couple
You were so balanced like a table
That you inscribed me on the marble,
Dear teacher
You are so great, a Noble.
Dear teacher
Picked me from cradle
And lit up my candle,
You held my handle
For me not to tumble
You built me a castle
And boiled my kettle
My colours, you did dribble
And linked all the purple.
Dear teacher
You are neither small nor little
So I pledge not to belittle
Nor mess up your mantle,
You are the bottle
That I want to triple,
For yours are the cattle
That make the world dazzle.
FROM THE BASE OF CRUDITY
Slept we in nudity
On the floor of primitivity
Dined we with adversity
Helmed through by poverty,
There was no pity
For dark was the city,
In place of fraternity
And a little charity
Turned we to barbarity,
As we launched into puberty
At the dawn of maturity
Then the freedom of atrocity,
On the wings of audacity;
Flew wild our dignity
Together with integrity,
Under the laps of virginity
Anchored the slave of stupidity
That buried our fidelity
And freed his brutality
As though a dynasty
That, ignited his popularity
Which deformed our creativity
As we wallowed in insecurity
Erased openly our identity
Hid deeply our ability
Published our infertility
Established our immorality
And turned us a SOURED SOCIETY.
(c) MiomboPublishing 2017
