cornelpunk
Ugwu Cornelius Chidera popularly known by his pen-name,"Cornel Punk"; is a nigerian poet and writer.He was born on 13 January 1996.He got his secondary school education at Government College Lafia;wherehe met Mr Geofrey Ikechukwu who taught him literature.During his rising as a poet,he joined a poetic group called legion of angels.The group helped him to rise.he joined several poets in social networks such as facebook and 2go to exhibit his talent.His poetry themes includes love,religious,social problems,amusement etc. / / / CONTACT: / [email protected]
My mouth has nothing to tell you o God
For I am weak in keeping words of mine.
A year today I made a promise to end sin.
To only whistle tunes that sweet your mind.
And greatly love my neighbours like myself.
But 'fore the dusk of that',I broke those vows.
From January first to Decemb thirty-first,
I only wishtle tunes for mine interest alone.
My body's temple of your holy ghost
but sins did parasited me as their hosts.
My tongue was heavy to expose the lies.
That resolution failed and I,also failed.
Now to you God,the Father I resolve;
To firmly give myself to you as sacrifice
So that now henceforth I'll live in you
So that my shame will equally be yours
And mine triumphant shall remain your own
I'll not depend on any pow'r of mine
But on your power,mercy,love and grace.
#Whistle_The_Flute
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
There once was a santa claus.
Who never give gifts from his pulse.
When they sang "jungle bell",
he respond "go to hell".
With cry the bathed that santa claus .
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 6:13 AM UTC
A black fruitbat
swaying across the half moon_
of mid-september
#HAIKU
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
There once was an old man named Zedd.
Whose family fed on dried bread.
When flour's cost got high,
he felt no real shy
to feed them with bread made of thread.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
I don't know what love is.
I can't tell where it originated,
nor it purpose on earth.
I don't know how one feel
when he is in love,
nor what one will do as a lover.
All I know is that I care for you.
I wish to put smile on your face.
Take part in your happiness
and share in your sorrows.
Walk with you in the rain.
Stay with you under the harsh sun.
I think about you all night in my bed ,
and dream of you always.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
*Before the breathing of this blissful altar,
There once was,actually,on this place,
A frightened shrine of Uzu deity.
Where we sacrified our last **** to Uzu,
Ate stragnled meat,food,wine,colanut,
Consulted our ancestral spirit,
Bowed down to the eastern sun.
But after our immersion into water,
We folded aside our old garments.
And believe in God Almighty.
Who on cross,with cross and cross
Saved all mankind of all races.
We are now carriers of cross,
Hoping for a blissful eternity.
Our fowl and palmy became bread and wine.*
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
O tender maiden thou shall fall in love.
In thee each eye can see beam blissful youth.
Thy voice looks larger cute than coo of dove.
Thy freshest body is like silk in smooth.
Thou art most prettiest petal to man's eye.
Thy perfume could be nosed from farthest miles.
The degree of their dreams on thee is high.
Dont hide therefore,away from them thy smiles.
But careful shall thou be because of rams,
Who only think of eating 'bidden fruit.
Believe not in their lyric-tongue that charms,
They'll plough thee,hate thee,leaving thee as boot.
Give though thy heart to men that know its taste.
Thus,fly away from cock,they're but for waste.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
Dance dance darling dandelion.
Dance in the dancing field of the trillion.
Dance while dahlia play drum.
Dance while daffodil blow trum-
like group of heavenly ghost.
Dance in the breeze as the host.
Dance dance darling dandelion.
Dance and make merry as crown with billion.
Dance for everlasting enjoyment of it.
If only you will dance,butterflies will not sit,
but will dance around you,
with moths and birds which will come to view.
Dance dance darling dandelion.
For you are a symbol of love to million.
Dance as direct by wind vane.
Dance to make sun smile but not in vain.
Dance to win lily in beauty,
sun in shining, chameleon to feel guilty.
Dance dance darling dandelion.
Dance and as music change be chameleon.
I'm interested in your dancing,
because it makes my day rejoicing.
Your dancing is helpful,
for it wipe away worriful.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
Yellow butterfly~
flying toward the petal
of morning glory.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
O flesh! how much you've lured me into sin.
You built a block between my God and I.
You stole away my grace and strength therein.
Your pretty pleasure want my soul to die.
You proved superior to my own desire
Desire of mine's to see the face of God
but you denied my wish and wished me 'fire.
Though acts of yours are sweet to carry out.
Though making love is sugar to myself,
but seeds of yours inside me must come out.
I now reject your sports and you, yourself.
My body's temple of the Holy Ghost.
I'll turn my body into holy host.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC