Fear Of The Unknown

FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN

Standing in

This madhouse are
Worthy souls
Though amidst
The worthless.

 

In spite of the madonnas
All over the corners
The refined madmen
Can’t take us
To Madrid.

 

The transcendent
And the unseen
Kindly unleash
Your magnetic force
Towards this madhouse.

 

Yes, these madmen
Generating these nightmares
Will surely be
Compelled to the
Worthy souls’ magnet.

 

Then the madmen
Will automatically become
Magnanimous beings
And continually display
Extraordinary magnanimity.

 

FDN NWAOZOR
Twitter: @fred_nwaozor

My Humble Stride

MY HUMBLE STRIDE

I sincerely tried

During my trial.

 

And I struggled
In the jungle.

 

Though I laughed,
What a laughter!

 

Yes I moved
During the movement.

 

Even flew
Like a fly.

 

But remained calm
At the calm yard.

 

FDN NWAOZOR

Nagging Neighbours

NAGGING NEIGHBOURS

I’m timid,
You’re a mouse.

 

I’m wild,
You’re a cat.

 

I’m intrusive,
You’re a dog.

 

I’m ugly,
You’re a monkey.

 

I’m dirty,
You’re a pig.

 

I’m illiterate,
You’re a goat.

 

I’m silly,
But you’re a sheep!

 

You initiated the exchange,
She defeated you.
So, of what benefit?


Stay away from nagging,
Live in harmony.

 

 FDN NWAOZOR

What A Mess!

WHAT A MESS!

So mesmerized by

These uninvited messages
From unknown messengers.

 

That merciful farmyard
Filled with
Those messy buddies
Has constituted
This messy scene.

 

Right from
This officers’ mess
As I view
This messy dispute
Solely constituting
This real mess,

 

I cried
To the Messiah.

 

In spite of
The glossy amnesty
As a result of
A panoramic view,

 

They mess around
As if it was
A glorified armed-nest
What a mess!

 

Oh, bucolic buddies!
Tender justice with mercy
And embrace
The merciful pen;

 

The excellent facilitator

Just like the trigger
Of your guns,
Instead of
The messy sword.

 

Remember,
The Messiah is watching
This messy scene.

 

FDN NWAOZOR

Culture

CULTURE

Centre of unity

For any
Given domain.

 

Ideas and arts
Produced in a
Particular domain.

 

Dramatic display
Of the peoples’
Pattern of existence.

 

A fantastic pepperoni
On a place peopled
By a particular
Group of people.

 

Not unlike a cumin
Sprinkled on
A baked bread.

 

Oh, truly a
Phenomenal phenomenon!
Just as old as
The existing world.

 

 FRED D.N NWAOZOR

Confession Time

CONFESSION TIME

I almost rub

My precious rub
On that rubbish.

 

I’ll surely rub-out
The silly rubbish
With my able rubber.

 

Not even a robot
Can stop my robin
As it flies like rocket.

 

   FRED D.N NWAOZOR
Crime Poet & Social crusader
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Twitter: @fred_nwaozor

Alpha Of All

ALPHA OF ALL

The esteemed point

Is already here
Smiling at us,
Coupled with
The ethereal beauty
Mixed with fragrance.

 

The point of

Our annual ritual
And the pioneer of
All existing points in
The worthwhile calendar.

 

Your sagacious attribute
Introduces a saga
Practised by sages
That observe sago.

 

Our annual estimated sacrifices
Towards your existence
Can’t be over-estimated.

 

Your mementos solely rekindle
Our memories that remain.

 

What a memorable relish!

 

 

FRED D.N NWAOZOR     

Awaited Moment

AWAITED MOMENT

My noble viewpoint

Resulting a vignette of yuletide,
Thanks my humble viewfinder
For this vigorous yearning.
 

As we await the eve

We remain vigilant
To avoid an Eve
During the anticipated vigil.
 

Because the saviour

Wouldn’t need a mermaid
At the noble manger,
Rather the awaited saint.

 

Oh, our salvation!

Save us from salvo.

 

FRED D.N NWAOZOR

Goodbye!

GOODBYE!

Another indelible day
Is here knocking
At my humble door.

 

A wanton action creating
A boundary between
The past and the future.

 

What a wicked boundary
That wants to cause
An eternal pain,

 

By stealing
My gifted treasure from
My humble hands.
 

Oh, my treasure!

Should I watch you leave
Or back you as you leave?
 

Are you leaving with

The shared experience
Or to be left behind?
 

As you depart from

This unjust vessel,
Inform them I’m lonely.

 

Meanwhile, accept

My humble farewell
Though I’m dried-up.

 

FRED D.N NWAOZOR

Our Tireless Race

OUR TIRELESS RACE

Let’s deeply face

Your noble place
In this race,
 

To wholly embrace

That lovely mace
In the palace.

 

Show me your face

So we can
Set a lovely pace.

 

Please can you

See the lace
Through that lens?

 

FRED D.N NWAOZOR

My Harmless Hammer

MY HARMLESS HAMMER

They fired me,

I resisted the fire.

I hammered them,

They encountered harm.

 

Theirs,
The irresistible bullet.

 

Mine,

The cartridge of
My harmless pen.

 

Brethren,

The irresistible
Wow, became resistible!

 

The harmless,

Oh, was so harmful!

 

 

Fred Nwaozor

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Beautiful Birthday

BEAUTIFUL BIRTHDAY

On this day
Yes, she was born
No, she was found.

 

On that day
There was sun
Yes, coupled with moon.

 

That very day
Yes, was special
No, fantastic.

 

In her eyes
So was written;
‘Behold, here comes an angel!’

 

Though I was absent
Yes, zero-presence
But I was briefed.

 

Her day was mine
Mine was hers too
Though different occasions.

 

Yes, 5^th May
Mingled with 25^th May
Then, 6^th May was born.

 

What a blessed May!
And what a product
Yes, product of divinity.

 

Fred Nwaozor

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Be My Sunlight!

BE MY SUNLIGHT!

At this sunrise

I sincerely ask;

Be my sunlight!

 

May this bright sunrise

Not cease to glow
At the forthcoming sunset
Just like a glowworm.

 

I’m your Superhero

So I’ll make you
My gigantic Super-eagle.

 

Let’s embrace the hall-side

So you can see
The anticipated hallmark
Lying not unlike a sea.

 

This is no joke

Even though I know
I’m a continental joker.

 

Fred Nwaozor

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It's Our Ball

IT’S OUR BALL

Just walk inside,

Our sole ball is
Lying right outside
Just by the side.
 

Till you come

The genuine outcome
Won’t be disclosed
To the overcomers.
 

But believe me,

That huge ball
Rightly belongs to us
Though not just for us.

 

I know my fellow owners

So the ball is jointly owned.

 

Fred Nwaozor

+2348054719437

 

Rotten Invaders

ROTTEN INVADERS

So as the pests die

The severe pestering goes,
Thanks to the pesticide.

 

But the fact remains;

Those fatty crops
Yielded fathomless fruits.

 

That silly attack
Really brought heart attack
To the genuine ones,
Though I cleared the attackers.

 

Fred Nwaozor

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Lying In Cold-Blood

 

Lying In Cold-Blood

Your loaded innocent blood

Suddenly resulted to
A real forbidden cold-blood
Beyond man’s imagination,
Truly pathetic.

 

Your fathomless blessed posture
Abruptly yielded
A real lifeless posture
Beyond my knowledge,
Truly dastardly.

 

If it’s a dream,

Let me wake now.
If it’s real,
I pray it turns to
A mere dream.

 

Fred Nwaozor

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My Only Choice

The Literary Giant Becomes Blind

THE LITERARY GIANT BECOMES BLIND

Really pathetic,

A genius to whom
Writing meant so much
Abruptly becomes wholly helpless

And so vulnerable.

Work of fate?

 

Forsaken guest,
Indeed a bastard.

He solely took 

That ever-cherished sight.

 

The real literati,
Are we to bear
This forsaken anguish
Right before our foreheads?

 

Oh nature!
What else would I say
Than to tender my
Soared and coarse appeal
Seeking for a review
Of this ugly fate.

 

FRED NWAOZOR

Crime Poet & Social activist

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The Busy Roads

THE BUSY ROADS

 

When I sit,

I can’t see
The blue pit

By the red sea.

 

My legs standing

On my mat,

My heart pounding
Like a rat.

 

Real bunch of sins

By the busy roads,
From bunch of scenes
Of the easy rods.

 

Oh, these wild animals!
Yes, on our wide vineyards.

 

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FRED NWAOZOR

Crime poet & Social activist

+2348054719437

 

Frank Fact

THE PEOPLE’S EYE                 

Feeling of great tenderness                   

For the militant tendency                        
Right from a tender age
Tends to save more souls.                           

Never mind
My tendentious note on
The tenacious person’s acts                     
But we need                                                
To take note of
The activists’ acts.                                       

Though, I’m not tentative                           

Because it’s a fact
But I smile tentatively.                                  

I speak with no tension                               
But with the highest tempo                        
Of my humble fat,                                       
I can’t be a tenant
In my tenement.

In fact, I’m on tenterhooks

Because,
My idea is not tenuous,                               
Therefore,                                              
I can’t come to grief.

 FRED NWAOZOR
Crime poet & Social activist