TITTLE: "MY GRANT FATHER"12 -01 -2003
Oh my grand father
The enibokun of Africa,
Like an eagle
Fetching for her
Offspring
Oh my grandfather
Ignorant but creative,
Look rickety but wiser
Than the serpent,
Old but stronger than "Macbeth".
Oh my grand father,
The bravest warrior
Right from his youth
And even in thy
Old age.
Oh my grandfather,
When others drink wine,
He drinks blood.
When others fight with
Arrows, he fight with
His bare hands.
Oh my grandfather,
Who can stand the
Prowess of your warly
Conquests?
Even in death, the
Kindred spirits dreads
Thy war adventures.
Written By Fred Odianosen, Itua.
DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE WHO LIVED BEFORE OUR TIME.
POEM
TITTLE: NIGERIA MY COUNTRY 23/9/2003
Nigeria my country,
Fountain of knowledge,
Giant of the black race,
Pace setter for her followers,
Hope of the black race.
Nigeria my country,
Where is thy pride?
Where is thy pledge?
Where is the foundation
Our past heroes instituted?
Nigeria my country,
What is left of thy inhabitants?
Corruption is now like thy
Daily routine.
Where is thy hope
For commoners?
Nigeria my country,
Come out of the immature
And face the mandate,
Erase thy sting.
Nigeria my country,
Show the cosmos the
Dynasty of thy honesty
Shun corruption,
Long lives Nigeria,
Giant of the black race.
Written By
Fred Odianosen, Itua.
POEM
TITTLE: THE LADY OF MY DREAM
When will you come?
When will you turn up?
When shall we meet?
The lady of my dream.
Tall, elegant, attractive
Charming, cut and caring
Until I meet you
I don't believe love do exist.
It is like a dream everyday
Waiting patiently for my dream
My dream girl that I will love
With every breath in me.
Come out of the immature
And show up
As stars come out of the cloud
Shine in my life
And makes my living memorable
Like the moonshine
With every power of brightness.
Breeze into my heart
And let me keep thinking of you
As the breeze blows across the trees
Please occupy the empty part in my heart
My love I am waiting
Willing to know you
Where are you?
When shall you come?
I am still searching for you
Till I find you
The lady of my dreams.
Written By
Fred Odianosen, Itua.
A POEM
TITLE: THE VICTIM
I am the victim,
I am the prey,
I have been victimized,
What is left of me?
Who will believe my story?
This is my love song,
An untold experience,
Dispirited and depressed
All in the name of illusions
She is the chosen one,
Friends and relatives
Rate her in high esteem,
But only the victim
Can tell the love story.
I wished I could
Turn back the hands
Of time and tell her
To her face
I don't love you anymore.
I was asked
How does it feel
To be loved and left alone
Heartbroken and rejected
Lord of illusions?
I wished it never happened
I wished I was not the victim
I wished it was a nightmare
I wished she was in my shoes
I wished she could feel the pains.
I pray thee,
Let not your love
Be like the
Morning rose because
It will fade away
By the rising of the sun.
Why do fools fall in love?
Those you love so much
Care the least about you.
Honest men marry
But wise men never
Enemies are always from within,
Friends are potential enemies,
Take heed lest you will fall.
Written By
Fred Odianosen, Itua. 15/8/2004
Dedicated to all victims of Love