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Fred Nwaozor Poems
What A Mess!
So mesmerized by These uninvited messages From unknown messengers.
My Only Choice
U're solely my angel On this lonely angle, Even the heavenly angels Understand this lovely angle.
Another memorable day Is here knocking At my humble door.
That Horrible Day
Oh, a forsaken day! Made up of Sorrow upon sorrow Pain plus pain
The Busy Roads
When I sit, I can't see The blue pit By the red sea.
The People's Eye
Feeling of great tenderness For the militant tendency Right from a tender age Tends to save more souls.
On this day Yes, she was born No, she was found.
My Harmless Hammer
They fired me, I resisted the fire. I hammered them,
Centre of unity For any Given domain.
I'm timid, You're a mouse.
My Humble Stride
I sincerely tried During my trial. And, I struggled
Fear Of The Unknown
Standing in This madhouse are Worthy souls Though, in the midst
Alpha Of All
The esteemed point Is already here Smiling at us, Coupled with
I almost rub My precious rub On that rubbish.
Comments about Fred Nwaozor
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
What A Mess!
So mesmerized by
These uninvited messages
From unknown messengers.
That merciful farmyard
Those messy buddies
This messy scene.
This officers' mess
As I view
This messy dispute
This real mess,
To the messiah.
In spite of
The glossy amnesty
As a result of
A panoramic view,
Still, they mess around
As if it was
A glorified armed-nest.
What a mess!
Oh, bucolic buddies!
Tender justice with mercy
The merciful pen; ...