chris-jibero - Hello Poetry

During a certain Christmas service Or Mass as some are wont to say The officiating priest asked widows To step forward for a special prayer Of blessing and favour, intoning That God remains their undying husband A certain woman sitting beside her Husband on one of the front pews Jumped to her feet hurriedly To the bewilderment of the poor man Who promptly pulled her hand And reminded her of what the priest said But the enraged woman, looking askance, Swiftly brushed her husband's hand aside As though loaded with filth, and retorted, 'Are you alive when you can't provide The needs of your family, even at a season like this? ' Stunned and speechless, the man's jaw dropped as though He was a church mouse caught prancing on the pulpit And the congregation roared in derisive laughter But from me to all husbands, 'Merry Christmas And a prosperous New Year in the name of Our Lord, Jesus Christ, the head of all husbands And, indeed, all men.Amen.'

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Dec 21, 2010

Dec 21, 2010 at 12:06 PM UTC

chris-jibero

Merry Christmas To All Husbands

During a certain Christmas service Or Mass as some are wont to say The officiating priest asked widows To step forward for a special prayer Of blessing and favour, intoning That God remains their undying husband A certain woman sitting beside her Husband on one of the front pews Jumped to her feet hurriedly To the bewilderment of the poor man Who promptly pulled her hand And reminded her of what the priest said But the enraged woman, looking askance, Swiftly brushed her husband's hand aside As though loaded with filth, and retorted, 'Are you alive when you can't provide The needs of your family, even at a season like this? ' Stunned and speechless, the man's jaw dropped as though He was a church mouse caught prancing on the pulpit And the congregation roared in derisive laughter But from me to all husbands, 'Merry Christmas And a prosperous New Year in the name of Our Lord, Jesus Christ, the head of all husbands And, indeed, all men.Amen.'

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Amiss! Amiss! Amiss! Something is chronically amiss With my beloved country Spiritually and physically rich But apparently presented as poor Billions of our money given wings Like hawks that disappear Soon after chicks are forcibly stolen Trillions stashed down the drains To fertilize parched lands Where hussies and gigolos live Plants of greed Nursed and nurtured by the elite A few insatiable pigs That profess religion But know not God Mothers strive to outdo fathers I weep, I weep, I weep profusely But there is none to console me And now my heart has a new guest uninvited A nagging excruciating pain Would I pass on weeping With no solace coming?

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Nov 2, 2010

Nov 2, 2010 at 10:11 PM UTC

chris-jibero

Amiss

Amiss! Amiss! Amiss! Something is chronically amiss With my beloved country Spiritually and physically rich But apparently presented as poor Billions of our money given wings Like hawks that disappear Soon after chicks are forcibly stolen Trillions stashed down the drains To fertilize parched lands Where hussies and gigolos live Plants of greed Nursed and nurtured by the elite A few insatiable pigs That profess religion But know not God Mothers strive to outdo fathers I weep, I weep, I weep profusely But there is none to console me And now my heart has a new guest uninvited A nagging excruciating pain Would I pass on weeping With no solace coming?

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My loss is my burden alone to bear In sacrosanct equanimity But sympathy does come calling In drips and drabs to attenuate my pain Great talk shows seen Some lend me their eyes to weep and wail But vanish fast like a ghost seen at noon Cos none knows as I do the depth of the pain That I bear The pain of sympathizers is on their flesh As water poured on rock Mine embedded in my bone And feeds on my marrow Family won't invite us, My pain and I together, To a breakfast meeting My peers won't Invite us to a business lunch Friends won't invite us to a dinner Cos the world stops not for anyone's Tragic loss and accompanying grief It is like an aircraft in flight That ought to land for its passengers to alight And one passenger I am Swathed in the turbulence of this jet Being baptised by unruly weather Sympathizers are like car owners On pleasure trips who could pull up At every turn to attend to their fancies My loss is my burden alone to bear Not yours whose feeling stands Aloof akimbo as I howl, 'My brother, oh my brother, Why leave me so early Heaping in my heart monumental pain? '

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Nov 2, 2010

Nov 2, 2010 at 6:40 AM UTC

chris-jibero

My Burden (Addendum to Foul Blow)

My loss is my burden alone to bear In sacrosanct equanimity But sympathy does come calling In drips and drabs to attenuate my pain Great talk shows seen Some lend me their eyes to weep and wail But vanish fast like a ghost seen at noon Cos none knows as I do the depth of the pain That I bear The pain of sympathizers is on their flesh As water poured on rock Mine embedded in my bone And feeds on my marrow Family won't invite us, My pain and I together, To a breakfast meeting My peers won't Invite us to a business lunch Friends won't invite us to a dinner Cos the world stops not for anyone's Tragic loss and accompanying grief It is like an aircraft in flight That ought to land for its passengers to alight And one passenger I am Swathed in the turbulence of this jet Being baptised by unruly weather Sympathizers are like car owners On pleasure trips who could pull up At every turn to attend to their fancies My loss is my burden alone to bear Not yours whose feeling stands Aloof akimbo as I howl, 'My brother, oh my brother, Why leave me so early Heaping in my heart monumental pain? '

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(Dedicated to Eric Onyebuchi Jibero) What an excruciating blow You have dealt me! A brute's uppercut offloaded A smashing hit delivered Like a monstrous boxer Desirous of fame With an amateur to tame At this one bout too many Wherein you have hit me below The belt as a sadist deriving joy From my anguish And relish From my enormous loss Oh mower, Nay hewer, Can't you feel anything? Can't you see? Can't you reason for a while With your prey? Can't you pause to ponder Just for a brief moment So you can take a good decision Choosing the right tree to fell Instead of bringing down a mere Sapling with your obedient saw? Why deal sweeping blow On a mere rookie? Can't you distinguish Between the ripe and the unripe? Between the hen and the chick? But hawks like you can pick Meat amidst bones as Moses In a basket amidst bulrushes Of Nile to spare from Pharaoh's Infant-eating sword And in wisdom did you wait Patiently to visit Methuselah At the zenith of hoary hair Master of double standards Eyes gorged Conscience seared Heart cold like frozen chicken ******* dry and drooping Like a hag's A ruthless scorpion That stings even babes Rampaging ravager Notorious brigand Marauding machinery Eliminating without scruple Whoever you choose Whose hireling are you? God's or Satan's Or both? A blank cheque you flaunt To cash as you wish But can't you condescend to a negotiating Table when a mere sapling is marked For a cutting down? Being a professional boxer Long in this senseless trade You should have seen the heap Of pain you would leave In my heart by this cruel blow Against a budding amateur whom You have served voracious earth Whose stomach is a leaking tank.

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Nov 2, 2010

Nov 2, 2010 at 5:22 AM UTC

chris-jibero

Foul Blow

(Dedicated to Eric Onyebuchi Jibero) What an excruciating blow You have dealt me! A brute's uppercut offloaded A smashing hit delivered Like a monstrous boxer Desirous of fame With an amateur to tame At this one bout too many Wherein you have hit me below The belt as a sadist deriving joy From my anguish And relish From my enormous loss Oh mower, Nay hewer, Can't you feel anything? Can't you see? Can't you reason for a while With your prey? Can't you pause to ponder Just for a brief moment So you can take a good decision Choosing the right tree to fell Instead of bringing down a mere Sapling with your obedient saw? Why deal sweeping blow On a mere rookie? Can't you distinguish Between the ripe and the unripe? Between the hen and the chick? But hawks like you can pick Meat amidst bones as Moses In a basket amidst bulrushes Of Nile to spare from Pharaoh's Infant-eating sword And in wisdom did you wait Patiently to visit Methuselah At the zenith of hoary hair Master of double standards Eyes gorged Conscience seared Heart cold like frozen chicken ******* dry and drooping Like a hag's A ruthless scorpion That stings even babes Rampaging ravager Notorious brigand Marauding machinery Eliminating without scruple Whoever you choose Whose hireling are you? God's or Satan's Or both? A blank cheque you flaunt To cash as you wish But can't you condescend to a negotiating Table when a mere sapling is marked For a cutting down? Being a professional boxer Long in this senseless trade You should have seen the heap Of pain you would leave In my heart by this cruel blow Against a budding amateur whom You have served voracious earth Whose stomach is a leaking tank.

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