Poetry

December 13, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

 

 

The Girl Child II

 

 

Yes, she is just a child

Left; she grows wild,

Nurtured; she becomes great

Though with much sweat,

Maltreated; she gets shrunk

Unguarded; she gets sunk,

This is the time to act

Let us make a huge impact.

 

Today, she is zero

Sure, she must be a hero,

Guide her through teen

Help her become Queen,

Give her the instruction

And avert her destruction,

Otherwise we all shall regret

If we lose this golden target.

 

Pick her from the garbage

And stand her on the stage,

Teach her to read and write

And make her; attraction site,

Take her to her Creator

He will make her an author,

Help her with breakfast

Encourage her to be steadfast.

 

THE GIRL CHILD CAN CHANGE THE WORLD

YES SHE CAN!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Stinging Scorpion

 

 

Songs of politics

From sons of polities

Timbrel of discord

Trumpet of lies,

Drums of deceit

Gongs of falsehood.

 

Dubious intentions

Greedy desires,

Selfish manipulations

Evil enchantment,

Foul incantations

Poisonous ceremony.

 

Vipers and vampires

Adders and anaconda

Beasts and monsters

Celebrating and feasting

A college of scorpions

A collage of venom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trump The Trumpeter

 

 

Time to scrub

The whole mob,

And mop

Each drop.

 

Time to jump

And plumb

Those that rob

And make them sob.

 

Time to lob

And stop

The windy club

That broke the limb.

 

Time to pump

And really pomp

The tender lamb

They made to limp.

 

Time to bomb

And equally bump

Every lump

And dump;

 

The crude dumb.

Time to comb

Pick the crumb

Cut the crap

Direct the crab,

And drive the cab.

 

Time to chop

And clip

The chip,

By the throb

And weighty cop.

 

Time to lift up

The holy cup

And feed bob

For him to pop.

 

Time to snob

The cub

And hub

In the bathtub.

 

Born; the grump

That would help Trump

Make numb

The noisy womb

Or dig the mass tomb.

 

Trump, the trumpeter

A composition of melody,

Hope it ends in harmony.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a young writer from Nigeria. From a family of eight, including both parents she is the second daughter but fourth child. She read Estate Management and has some experience in Banking and Broadcasting.

She has published some works in a Liberian magazine, Ghanian news platform and an Indian poetry publication.

Many of her works have gone abroad for evaluation and publication. She wrote the longest poems/rhymes in the world, yet to be published. Writing is life.

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