Saturday, November 12, 2011

Beginning of wisdom

Boko boko boko boko haram,/
Bok, bok, bok, boko haram/
Pampering and roasting like rams/

Bok, bok, bok, boko haram!/

Spraying dread dancing everywhere in air/
Even mere power outage at business submit/
Sent CBN lion and diplomats scampering with fear/
Farting, crawling, crying, whispering “damn it”/

Bok, bok, bok, boko haram!/

Are your colours of death not like chameleonic war/
Maiming Muslims, Christians alike in jams?/
You even sentence unborn babies to earth’s floor…/
Could you hint us what truly ails your killing farms?/
Are your earthquakes for masses benefit?/
‘Faithfuls’ of the moon and star are also victims of your joy/
Sent too early to darkness in bloody bed sheets./
Oh, come see how sky sorrowfully boils!/

Bok, bok, bok, boko haram!/

Can you help bring all dubious Pharaohs to book?/
Could you blow all hidden wealth from their dams/
Instead of silencing saints with indiscriminate hook?/
Many masses will worship at your feet/
Including seven heavenly virgins smiling to earth/
Caressing every nook and cranny in paradise streets/
Painted with endless love, success, joy, devoid of death./

Bok, bok, bok, boko haram!/

Is there any light in this my this?/
Please, let me drink if you are accountable for peace/

Bok, bok, bok, boko haram

So, we can celebrate with goodbyes to harm/
Tickling, tickling, tickling the town/
With omelete, hotdogs baptised with jam/
Drenched with harmonious paradise plans/

Bok, bok, bok, boko haram!/

Copyright: Adjekpagbon Blessed Mudiaga
Written November 11, 2011.

“Very musical…wonderful perspective…rhyme scheme.
I like the poem and its social commentary style.”
---Odoh Diego Okenyodo
Creative Writer, Journalist, Editor.

Monday, July 11, 2011


On the way, on the way,
A sunny summer day,
I saw a belle
Bright and colourful,
As beautiful, very beautiful
At first sight as a butterfly
My feelings flowing…
Your beauty, so teasing
Like a teasing angel
Wooing a convert,
Tempted and wooed
In love fell me so well
With spick and span
Butterfly-lady’s beauty spell.
How pretty you are!
Curvy thighs, curvy, curvy thighs
Your eyes and oranges as
Clusters of dates, giving me tantalizing sighs.
Your body regalia, God’s perfect work.
Your smile, your smile
A little while, every while
Is captive holding…
My heart melting, oh! With great love,
Just inexplicable love
As child in garden
Sighting a colourful butterfly so sudden.
Emotions sailing,
Showing, wailing,
Seeking and needing
Body-body touch, in love lust
For a belle in high class West End.
Many, many flies
Fly my way-
Dragon fly
House fly
Bees and tsetse fly
In human form, in garden West End
Their beauty unlike mine
Lovely, lovable, pretty-witty belle
Like an intoxicating wine.
Oh Butterfly, Butterfly! My love
I am your irreplaceable flower,
Come cuddle me with love
Like butterflies fondling flowers.
Butterfly belle, come to my place,
You are my butterfly,
Show me always, your smiling face,
I need you to fly
Into my arms
Otherwise I cry,
In love, I am Don Quixote,
I am not public shy
For love, true love don’t sly,
“Hello, hello! My butterfly!”
So I cried to try
Winning her love.

(Excerpts from Adjekpagbon Blessed Mudiaga’s book titled
Dynamic Verses, love poems section.