Poetry

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By

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

Heroes By The Wayside

They felt ‘arrived’ when the journey had not yet begun.

They got sandwiched, intertwined and interwoven with and in their ‘surnames’

They preferred their professions and the white collar jobs to their talents and passions.

‘Tailors’ made their coats, ‘carpenters’ made their ladders and ‘cranes’ dropped them off…..

They believed they must always have their ways.

Many A Time (IV)

Many a time Silence attracts no Pestilence.

Many a time, the Rose brings running Nose.

Many a time, the Deal becomes a soured Meal.

Many a time, Dreams crush and turn into bloody Streams.

Many a time, Excitement accumulates into Disappointment.

MANY A TIME THE MORE WE LOOK THE LESS WE SEE

Words On My Mirror (XIII)

Born great or small; there is an equivalent cross to bear.

Your arsenal becomes more valuable when it overcomes or at least withstands your challenges.

Leave on a clean sheet because you may return to wash your feet.

Look away from those beautiful dresses, flashy cars and flamboyant houses; the owner may be a corpse.

Whether i put on rags or diamonds; they do not have my value on them.

I have never prayed to be the world’s richest woman, neither have i ever dreamt of being the sexiest or trendiest; of course, i cannot.

If you remain a writing pageant, your beauty will radiate all over the world.

Friction or not, Velocity or not, Speed or not, Acceleration or not; apply greater magnitude of Force.

Life seems better being completely single.

Believe me or not; i do not have to swear to convince you.

SIMPLE AND SHORT

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.