Poetry

July 29, 2015 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Painted-Sky

 

By

Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

 

 

BIBLE-TOTING MONKEYS

 

 

Ananias and Sapphira died

A shameful death, because they lied:

Wanted to help further the Gospel

But conspired to lie in the Temple-

Seeking to be among the selfless

Sold their land, ended up lifeless!

 

That was the time of Church-family

Not this time of alms-seeking homily

Now, Reverend’s words become fingers

Goes into pockets and there lingers

‘Amen!’ His belly is bloated, bank full

But pocket-owner turns paupered fool!

 

Today, church knows not its members

Pastor forget names (tithe he remembers!)

Go in a beggar, you’ll get beggared

Go in haggard, you’ll exit tattered

Go in a sinner, out a canonized Devil

Ah, how came about this great evil!?

 

See… Pastor taxes his congregation

He builds great colleges in the nation

Charges fees members can never afford!

Pastor flies jets, member walks Leg-Accord!

…But Jesus walked afoot, borrowed donkey!

Abeg, who taught these Bible-toting monkeys?

 

 

 

 

 

 

HEARTS DON’T FART IN ERROR

 

 

A heart is not an anus —

It farts on planned stimulus…

So, if there’s a foul odor

Consider the exit door!

 

a sudden fart is earthquake

but, i tell you, its no mistake

the fart that comes quietly —

‘twas planned, eased gently

 

consider the exit door

when comes the foul odor

a heart farts on stimulus

it is not like uncle Anus

 

Hearts

Don’t

Fart

In

Error!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MORE THAN THE EYES CAN SEE

 

 

there’s always more than the eyes can see!

above sea waves, eyes will find a lot to fancy –

if you’ll look further, more things wait undersea.

if you’ll listen further, more sounds will emerge:

hasty ears hear not what crafty lips submerge  –

there’s more to hear than the initial surge!

 

 

 

 

 

 

HOW DO I DEFINE YOU?

 

 

In your faceless presence

I smell you, like incense

Burning in the temple

And I am lost in its pull

 

I could think you a rose

And write you a prose

Of rare affections pure

And true devotion sure

 

What if you are more thorn

Than petals? Then torn

Would be my heart, blinded

And now soon to be dead!

 

 

I could call you a clover

And win your heart over

With my unsure words

Useless like blunt swords

 

But how would I know

If you are a mistletoe

Or a scheming cactus

Soon my heart to abuse?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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KUKOGHO IRUESIRI SAMSON is a Nigerian poet, multimedia journalist, photographer, sociopreneur and social media enthusiast with extensive blogging experience. He is the CEO of WORDS RHYMES & RHYTHM LTD, one of Nigeria’s largest writer-oriented organisations involved in publishing, consultancy and literary promotion. He is also the author of ‘WHAT CAN WORDS DO?’, a collection of poems.

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