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LET CAUTION MEET WISDOM

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Let Caution Meet Wisdom In your heart's Yet darkened alleys, Let wisdom meet caution. It is the drops of rain, Soft and formless That gives the rose It’s sweet aroma, Not the thunder That sets ablaze the sky. It is the coos Of a woman's voice That tamed the hands Of Strong Samson, Not strung bows Or swiping swords. Harmless threads Of soft spineless rain Form puddles Whose unity is the flood, Casting asunder What metal craned built! Let caution meet wisdom In the darkened alleys Of your heart…

THE ADAM STORY

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The Adam Story The story started In perfect garden Eden Where Man and  God  never parted, Till  the Serpent  made the garden his den! An apple forbidden Was brought to  Eve 's eye. And they did eat, at  Satan 's bidding. Their eyes were open, but they were cursed to die! But God loved man. So he sent another  Adam Who brought to all, man and woman, Redemption from Sin, by which we were damned! Inspired by Fr. Albert K. Jungers

UKAMAKA (for Olisakwe Ukamaka Evelyn on her birthday)

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Ukamaka, We whisper your name and wonder If it's meaning Would justify this rumbling thunder? You are the slender sugarcane Swaying with grace In the threads of the evening rain. All know the sweetness hidden inside. We need no soothsayer. So we call, "Ukamaka", with prancing pride! Let the stars be envious, and the sun Cower into the dark While your glittering eyes shine on! Happy Birthday ma'am...

IVETA!‏ (for Iveta Lemo)

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Iveta Iveta! Slender stalk, swaying like sugarcane stalk Dancing at the bidding of the wooing breeze, I see you and I pause in my evening walk To watch you float by with graceful ease. Iveta, I see your fruits, twin rounded milk jugs Hanging between your slender branches Would they not make perfect mouth-plug? Your eyes are cast like sparkling gemstones; See as they light up your face like the sunny sky. Your voice comes to me in stirring tones And I whisper an answer, "Do not pass me by!" [Would you pass by? Or wait here with me That I may show you why It should be you and me!] ~ KIS

WHEN WE WAR...

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When We War... Drums of war again!? Guns, — spitting— Every breath is gone... Widows, — teary — Looking out of windows... Daughters, — weak— Lamenting in gutters... Sons, — lifeless— Bloated in the hot son... Earth, — ravaged — Gasping on fetid breath... Where then is the gain? ~ KIS

SEEK THE PEACE

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Its time to lay down swords And heal the sores With heartfelt words. ... Kill them, they are infidels, Kill them, one and all, Damned spiritual rebels! Alas! From the pulpit Flows fiery arrows To put men into the pit! ... god ordered deaths! ... Oh! You brought to an end The life of the one That was once your friend. ... None will say, "Peace be still So you kill, and I kill. And when they kill, we too kill. ... Vengeance is a gourmand Leave him, let him be For none can meet his demand!

HEAVEN'S QUATRAINS

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Shall you too dump his grace and flee, And be ungrateful as the wretched flea? Or shall you now take up his plough And follow in faith, long as breath'll allow? ... Turn away from sin, let your heart not falter For His Salvation awaits on golden platter. Open wide your troubled soul and receive The Life saving breath only He can give. ... It takes no more than bent knees, And prayer that's made of heartfelt pleas. For Him to take you back, washed down, And fit for heaven's glorious crown. ... In Heaven's streets sweet respite we'll know. But none shall enter through it's window For always wide open is its golden door To all that'll bid bye to the man of before. ... Today is the day to embrace His grace, Today is the day for the first step of the race. Yes today. Don't wait for tomorrow's dawn: Before then, your last breath may be drawn! ~ KIS

MEN OR BEASTS?

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What have we become, we sons of men, Now that we've made of Earth a killing den? The lion kills to put meat in his stomach. The slithering cobra strikes to repel attack. ... Neither King Lion that rules the deep jungle Nor the soaring, sharp-clawed Eagles Would dare slaughter the rat or stray calf, Just that they may with blood-mirth laugh! Why then do men – demon-possessed pack, Merciless Humans that do humanity lack – Now slaughter on whims and plunder at will? Say, can we then call ourselves Humans still!? ... Do you think the dead can breathe again? Or a corpse, nurtured with sun and rain? These hands with which we share out death Shall, sure, one day lie, without life's breath! ~ KIS

LIVE...

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Today you are alive For a special purpose. To achieve it, strive! He that gives you breath Will guide you through; There's no reason to fret! Live, now. Don't wait! For by tomorrow's dawn, It may be too late! You have the ink and brush Life is white paper. Write Before it flutters by you in a rush! ~ KIS

WaZoBia NUTS (a Nigeria Satire)

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You that say Nigeria is but a map And call that we knife out borders – No more sisters and brothers! Here I'll brew for you a poetic slap! If you will, laugh – drunken fools – As I tell to you my nut tale. I shall stand hide not my tail. For fools with wine of folly full! Nigeria sat together at a picnic... "Bisimilah" Mallam Sule said offering boiled groundnuts. "E wa ba mi re" Ogbeni Fagbemi said as he put wall nuts In front of Mazi Okoro's pile of big, lobed Kola nuts –  And each smiled, hands in the pockets of his tunic. And they ate speaking of nuts: Shea nuts, Tiger nuts, Cashew nuts Coconuts, Etima nuts, Palm nuts… …Laughing while sitting on their nuts. Well, that is the tale I want to tell. For those of you still waiting To spread your message of hating, Get ready to go to hell! So laugh again if you will! This my tale of WaZoBia nuts Shall forever prick your thoughts. (So long as y

TALE OF TALES (a drifting nation at 52)

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I know the tales of the past But which one is true, I do not know. ... They said the white ones came And our elders smiled Into neck chains. I heard they came – with black books – And turned our black skin White with whips. Now, mothers – suited – deny the wrappers, Our men – collared – discard the hoes Youth – wise – steal forbidden fruits. But those are just few of the tales – The many hued tales – I have heard. ... Say, what happened, Two scores before the millennium, When we traded shackles for handshakes? Seven calendar turns: Squabbles over porridge Boiling, steaming and scalding. I was there, I heard it: Apples defied charmed armors And made the Fool free in his folly at forty. Demo. Crazy. Derivation. Zoning. Slice the cake and run. None will say stop? Crumbs. Potholes.  Darkness. Bombs. Indigenes.. .... People Deceiving People! ~ KIS