Gutsy-tyrants





In a black sky; people of politics,
With darkened and gruesome policies;
Monitored by moons their enemies,
With the heart of a tiger in conflict.



Thugs and forerunners of Boko-haram;
Hijackers and defaulters of Greenland;
Foolish wise men and corrupters of mankind;
Ye all, are engineers of bloodsheds .



Due to the crying bloodstream of the innocents,
The forest of the three-wise-men died away...
And the heaps of grace in Heaven hollowed heads;
Because nature necked nails like one who's gone astray.




In a black sky: people of politics,
Murdered kingship and belted tyrants,
Politicians wrecked worthy warriors...
And sojourn into complete catacombs of crisis







©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
08/08/2017
    08:52AM

SCENARIOS OF NATURE

Wages of sin; death
After death; judgement
Good living; long life
Long life; epitome of truth

Sunset; leaves clap
Mid-day; busy wind
Sun down; cool breeze
Late evening; busy streets

Night fall; sleep yawns
Mid-night; owl's time
Owl's time; evil hours
Night fall; journey rest

Now; the dawn of the day...
Church bell calling a-high
Cockerels crowing a-loud
The cloud hissing-out dews

Humans; tussling and hustling
Activities; here and there
Time is of the essence...
In the "scenarios of nature" .

As written by
KELLY JUUZ
©2016

[A salient prolific author...]

EARLY MORNING SUN

The early morning sun
Gradually heating hotter
Fading and glistening

The birds chirping,
Cockerels and hen...
Spreading their wings.

Humans for games; animals  prey
Pedestrians shading the sun
Animals n' trees enjoy the sun

The wind rustling sands
Sands making cones
Dusts,birds,Nylons fly a-high

The sea looks still
Practically; a slow flow
Sea creatures; admirable scenery

The early morning sun
Naturally penetrates the body
Scientifically proven energetic

As written by
AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
©2016

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Tragic-Voices
Flowers danced my song
Even when i tossed my tongue
And the palm tree touched clouds
Behold voices tilling grounds
A-fore was injurious state
Aback was deaths gate
And the stand of man vibrated
Yet man stood still like the deserted
His island of wisdom lost
As his shadows stood paused
Run run run!!!
A voiceless voice from nowhere
Dead became the prompt sun
And sweat drenched his hair
Hahaha! Laughed the soil
And the eyes of man began to coil
Till the ground made a sound
Gbuum! A man has fallen
And voices voiced a-loud
An innocent soul has fallen
Helter skelter ran the street within
And tears flooded the hearts of the living
Tragedy was at work that day
As it couldn't reschedule its day
For the man to live long
And tragedy raised a sorrowful song
From different tribes of tongue.
As written by ;
© AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
December  2⃣0⃣1⃣6⃣
[ a salient prolific author...]

A POEM
Loved with sword

I always adore her
I uniquely love her
I respect her more than my mother
With her I Learn to be a good father

I hear her voice at all times,
But, sometimes she skips my words,
Sometimes she would walk out on me-
And my soul left to feel the hotness of the sea

I can't compare her to another
Even though I haven't loved before,
I can't get enough of her
Because, all of me wants more

How would my Mummy bless us,
If she speaks of taking a court marriage
How would Papas blessing descend on us,
If she hears only but herself even when am in rage.

Every joy she wear on me adds more years to me,
My jealous can't let me be,
Heaven bless her beyond measures,
Mummy, you are the source and keeper of my treasure.

By: AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

©����
(November 7, 2016)

[A salient prolific author...]

Devils Dude




Unto you, unto you
Oh, Devils Dude;
The chairman of fakes,
Benchwarmer of truth,
Firewall  for faults;
You are devils recruit,
As you take no brake
Destroying ones quite hut,
Because, you man deaths crew_

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One day, one day,
Oh, devils dude
Someday so soon,
The dust shall eat you,
So blind and lifeless;
Shall become the once you,
And all ages around, a-far,
Some shall spit on you;
Vanity to your old days and evermore.



©KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
®2017

If Tears Could Create a Crane





If tears could create a crane,
And memories were a-stood;
We would walk right up to death,
And burn death with our anguish pains



No goodbye words were said,
No opportunity to say farewell,
You exited before we knew it,
Our heartaches; only God feels it



Our eyes; gone blurred,
Our sights clogged,
What it meant to lose you;
May be known by just few




Grandma, we know you want us
To mourn you no more,
But, to remember all the happy days,
Life still has abundant in store for us



We pledge to you today,
Your prime never to be forgotten
Within the walls of our hearts; we say
Rest perfectly on the Lord's shoulder.



©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
(GRANDSON)
[
         Farewell Grandma
(who died on 24th of December,2016)
]