Dear Men Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Dear men in the house of David,
Look not at women in the bathroom
And fall lustfully like King David of
Ancient Israel, he did it and God cursed him,
When skimpy skirt women are seen by,
Close your eyes and fall not into temptation.


Let the new born sun see not your evil heart,
Tell the two parted flesh downward that the
Thundering pleasure can never do harm with
It noisy visit to the soul on what you see with eyes.
Tell the buoyant apples on the chest of women
That they shall not bear your weakness and agony.


Dear men of house of solomon,
Let women be not your terrific nightmare,
Harbour them not too much as your master did.
Trade carefully and hopefully like the fox,
You are their heart and their hearts are your heart,
Our souls are planted among thorns and thistles.


Dear men,
Size not yourself with any won man in the market place,
Distant our journey maybe but pace shall kill the race
Women are here with pestles to kill and destroy,
Learn to be a mighty man, a man of Fortitude
Clearing high mountains that stand above you.
Avoid yesterday's pitfall but embrace tomorrow' hope.



Dear men,
Take your stand in the street among the titans,
Let no one denial you of your right and light.
Becareful on what you hear and see around you,
Seeing can be dangerous to men on the street.
Peer not into other's faults with a hanging cliff
knowing that the squirrel has lived beyond its fame.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016