"My Poem" A POEM READ BY MISS OBODO AT LOUDTHOTZ OPEN POETRY READING, FEBRUARY, 2012

My Poem

i sat to write a lovely poem
one of course that rhymes
around the world my thoughts did roam
but nothing passed but time

oh what will my poem be?
about nature, socirty or reality
words which flow and on paper glow
thoughts merging and on paper converging
i looked at the page...it was blank
oh what had happened to my poem bank?

after a while i was a bit weary
and to be truthful somewhat teary
how could i not have a poem today
oh what was i going to say?
sentences and themes float about
none of which were ready to come out

i scribbled for a while and a little while more
but couldn't seem to find the door
into the poem bank...safe and secure
this had never happened before

after i'd sat down for what seemed like ages
i realized then that poetry came in stages
a reason to sow and one to reap
so i got quickly to my feet
picked up my scribbles and little notes
and kept them safely in my tote
my poem will come...in its own time
and when it does i'm sure it will rhyme

MISS OBODO

A POEM READ BY METORITE AT SEASON3 EPISODE2 OF LOUDTHOTZ OPEN POETRY READING, 2012 (POEM OF THE MONTH)

"Even though these blindfolds yet be unopened;
still, i see; chains yet unbroken,
I see; roads yet un-trodden,
I see; chords yet un-woven,
I see; giants yet un-woken,
..all because, 'em very right words are still yet un-spoken!

I see: Jona's in town, and the whole town's in scampers.
I see: Boko just hit town, and the UN is on fire.
I see: Little Kofo musing over her youth service posting,
'coz she's so off to the plateau; an unsolved crime
scene.
I see: Dona in grief's bar!
.heads down, hands down, legs fanned, life's out,
drowned in d tunes of little Dona's requiem, 'coz
"hurricane" tawa, didn't seem to heed them!

I see; worries in the air,
I see; bodies without care,
I see; urchins everywhere,
Yet i see; graduates that didn't learn; without pens, without heads!

I see; peace ills,
I see; ill pills,
I see; huge bills,
Yet i see; long queues even in our private hospitals!

I see; halls built,
I see; pews filled,
I see; huge guilts,
Yet I see; lips sealed, dreams killed, sin distilled, even in confession!


..so I ..pause..to see still..

and I see beyond these spectacles that create these vivid illusions,
like I see right through their mandibles, when 'em ar saying things they can't do!

I see beyond these icing's on the national cake,
Like I see that cake aint cake 'til WE be properly baked!
I see in me what they saw in WE, when 'em were selling us things we didn't even need,
Like I see we still bickering, constantly for over half of a century, with our offspring lay lounging lavishly yet penuriously !


.All these I see; all these I saw till my eyes grew sore, and my mind grew bored, and my soul went bald, with
no cure!

.Only then was I...FORCED TO SEE THAT:

.the strength of d paint is in its brush control.
.the strength of music is in its sound control.
.the strength of poetry is in its rhyme control.
.the strength of wealth is in its debt control.
.the strength of sanity is in the mind control.
.the strength of our future is in OUR now control.
.the strength of Nigeria is in our WORDS control.
..Coz as "GOD BLESS AMERICA", is prayed without hysteria,

.you are NIGERIA!
I am NIGERIA!!
YES! WE ARE NIGERIA!!

.so what WE gonna do 'bout that!!

..all these I see, right through these blindfolds called
NOW!!

.'coz the future of NIGERIA is ours for the speaking!!"

.meteorite..2011