Virgin Verses
My verses are virgin never been said
My stanzas are maiden never been heard
They cheer like beer, making many glad
Drowning the flood from the eyes of the sad
My diction is distinct, simple and true
My lines run on pun, romantic and blue
Rhythmic rhymes refreshing as due
Specially brewed by me for you
HABIT
I’m often repeated and hardly defeated
Could be good, bad or ugly
It all depends on what you make of me
I run full course when fully encrypted
I am Habit
I can make you soar sky high
As well as fuel your eyes to cry
Can lead you to great profit
Or lie you down underneath
It’s still me Habit
A friend to both the achiever and mediocre
The very small stream that makes a river
What’s your flavour? I make and mar
Can keep you redundant or take you far
Call me Habit
Be firm with me and you’ll achieve a great feat
Be easy with me and you’ll be wasted six feet
PROCRASTINATION
It’s best done later and not now
Tomorrow will be perfect I can vow
Why yoke yourself like a laden cow?
The cloud is heavy and ready to snow
Be merry with life and take it real slow
And in observing the cloud you didn’t sow
Alas the seed dies with its great potential
Buried with a would have been credential
The plan became an aborted mission
Because procrastination stole the vision
POINTING FINGERS
You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote
You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste
You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south
You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.
THE GREEN FIGHT
The land is green
But unclearly seen
The deserts may dare to encroach
Human hustle may threaten to reproach
Yet we must fight for nature even beyond the seas
Together we can replant a greener world and build tall trees
Wedge the flood and erosion, keep the deserts at bay
For the love of the green life plant a tree today
The land could be green
And could be clearly seen
PROMISING YOUNG MAN
Hear the travails of a single mother
Traded her heaven for love
But hopes and dreams short-lived and ran
Now she cries out to every woman
Beware of a promising young man
He promised to move me mountains
He vowed to spring forth like fountains
At my faintest whisper when in need
And called on cupid to strike him stupid
If he is short of a word or letter in his creed
He stands and mopes as though lost in lust
It is vanity to yearn and lust over dust
He calls my left keg wonderful
And the right he christened as powerful
Both boobs he called beautiful
He said the sun rises in my glittering eyes
That heaven is hid between my very thighs
And will persevere till he finally makes it to heaven
He spoke sweet sounding sermons as time ticked eleven
Words like fetters, held hostage a lass due home for seven
He said my presence did make him shiver
And for my absence, he’ll cry me a river
If only I would be his all in one miss
He’ll treat me to a night of ceaseless kiss
And our ever after will be made of an endless bliss
Little did I know that the name I bore was a loan
Soon I’ll be striped of the same and left to moan alone
From my heaven he’s got saints numbering up to seven
Deserted in this lonely cold night as time ticked eleven
He’s abandoned me and all the saints in search for a new heaven
Chukwemeka C. Mbah is a journalist who has worked with the British Broadcasting Corporation(BBC) and other leading media organisations. He sent his anthology from his base in Regina, SK.
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