Poems by Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

Poems by Ngozi Olivia Osuoha



When you make pythons
Your Dance Troupe,
You would be entertained
For real, however be it;
But you must pay them
Or they swallow those monies.

Get ready, make hay
The crocodiles are coming,
Keep their money, handy
Lest they swallow whatever suits them.
I tell you this early
For to be forewarned is to be forearmed.

The movies, the cinemas, the stories, the actors, the entertainers, all these and many more make history in THE LAND OF EREHWON!



With words really weighty
And rhymes too touchy
In lines very hearty
I pour them to be happy.

It goes viral
In a wrinkle spiral
Starting very casual
And becoming cordial.

Aura of my ink
Scent of my palm
Ornament of my finger
Perfume in my hand
Estrangement of my letter
Elasticity of my pen,
Charisma of my note
Enchantment of my piece
Charm of my words,
Freshness of my thought
Power of my spirit
Cooking pot of my anger
Rage of my libation
Wrath of my weapon
Fire of my desire
Steam of my wish
Seed of my prayers
Flame of my passion,
Hammer of my strength
Trigger of my mission.

East, west, north and south
Drawn from Africa
Blown across Mediterranean
Within America and Europe
Beyond Asia and Australia
Sahel savanna, rain forest
The hills and valleys
Mars, mercury, earth
Saturn, Uremus, Pluto, Jupiter
Neptune, Universe
Wonder, If I had no pen.

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