Chris Jibero Poems

A puzzle at birth
Like fart shot atop
An iroko from the single
Barrel of a porous anus
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I weep, I weep
I weep profusely
For my beloved country
Nigeria
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Earth’s language is earthly
Boisterous like a megaphone
Deployed to breed stress
Sated with sound and commotion
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Wherein is the beauty
Associated with woman?
On her glittering hide
Or in her commodious heart
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I loathe early morning call
Irrespective of who calls
Thinking that it is a harbinger
Of bad news
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Love true and precious
Is slow but steady
Confident and graceful
In its sure strides
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The mystery of happy
And miserable marriages
Unveiled
Leaving me yet agape
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Poverty
both of the pocket
and of the mind
is a life threatening
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Hide not tears generated
By profound love
For love is a renown brewer
Of tears
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All purpose potent drug
Without overdose
Is prayer
Take as many pills often
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