Poetry

October 26, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

UNAMID photo

 

By

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

 

 

 

Bloodstains On The Cassock

 

 

I am the priest

Who sped while on phone call,

The one that swerved into his lane

And accidentally killed that driver.

 

I am that evil day

The noon that doomed you

I am the worst fear you confirmed,

That news that tore you apart.

 

I am hidden within

I read litanies, wed couples

Listen to your confessions

Comfortably, innocently, I preach

I wear a transparent mask

But actually, I am a masquerade.

 

I wear a political robe

Amidst a hypocritical clergy,

Yes, my collar glitters

My Sudan dazzles

My cassock sweeps

But you know me not.

 

My religious career is safe

My image, intact

My reputation, godly

At the detriment of my victim,

Politics; in the Church language.

 

The trauma lies fallow

The pain rests with them,

Bravo! My team, good job

A clean sheet I retain

Maria prayed, Christi answered

Surely, heaven is mine.

 

 

 

 

 

Many A Time

 

 

Many a time, life is neither crooked nor wicked; either fate or date.

 

Many a time, the goal is neither sure nor pure; either wished or furnished.

 

Many a time, the band is neither passionate nor compassionate; either led or red.

 

Many a time, the chief is neither merited nor spirited; either bought or thought.

 

Many a time, life is neither hasty nor tasty; either pruned or tuned.

 

MANY A TIME IT IS A SUBTERFUGE

 

 

 

 

 

Words On My Mirror (VII)

 

 

I will build my first skyscraper with morals, the others with money.

 

Do not be afraid of mistakes, they too help scales fall off our eyes.

 

We can never deny lapses in the areas we major.

 

The life we live is a written script, we are actors. However, we can excel or fail in our roles.

 

Life is all about footprints, footmarks and footsteps, amazingly and unfortunately not about our diamond footwear.

 

Young parents must learn to discipline their children, as carelessness and over-pampering is a road to heartbreak.

 

There must be a time in your life when sugar will be bitter, else you are still a baby.

 

Practice is the best and most effective sermon.

 

A cursed man may appear comfortable; known or unknown to him and others, he lives inside a cage.

 

Befriend wiser people; your speed will automatically increase.

 

DREAMS COME TRUE

 

 

 

 

 

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a Nigerian graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. She has published over one hundred poems in over ten countries. Her two longest poems of 355 and 560 verses are available on amazon, THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN respectively. She is a passionate African ink.

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