samuel nze

Rookie (13th October 1980 / lagos, nigeria)

samuel nze Poems

281. An African Evening 4/22/2005
282. In Praise Of America 5/19/2005
283. Suffering African Child 1/28/2005
284. A Friend, My Friend 5/19/2005
285. My Friend, A Friend 5/19/2005
286. Berna 5/29/2005
287. A Kiss May Mean Anything 1/29/2005
288. As The Dawn Comes. 2/7/2005
289. I Believe 6/2/2007

Comments about samuel nze

  • Jay Kene (4/6/2005 1:09:00 PM)

    I mean to say this: See how Sam beautifully marries the divine with the human: 'only the one who has experieced human love can authoritatively speak of a divine love', he seems to be saying.

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  • Jay Kene (4/6/2005 1:07:00 PM)

    See how Sam beautifully marries the divine with the human: 'only those who have truly loved' could possibly experience and live the love of God.

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  • Jay Kene (4/6/2005 1:01:00 PM)

    This poem seem to attempt the querry: why do people in love feel pain?

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  • Michael Shepherd (3/27/2005 6:45:00 AM)

    Now you've posted more poems here, Samuel - just to affirm what I said before: you have a beautiful honest direct writing, of course you should comment on your own life, and don't be put off by any lack of 'rating' or comment... you're 'somebody' already, not 'someday'!

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  • Samuel Nze (2/11/2005 8:55:00 AM)

    It is a pity that my earlier comment had to be written twice. There was a spelling error in the first; I couldn't live with the thought of having published an error for the world to see without it's being corrected - don't call me finicky!

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  • Samuel Nze (2/9/2005 11:29:00 AM)

    i think one may comment on himself - it is allowed in african tradition. if you read my poem 'in a hurry' you can see how i felt about my mother's death; but i have long come to appreciate the fact that life is not all about death. actually life is all about life!

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  • Samuel Nze (2/8/2005 9:15:00 AM)

    i think one may comment on himself - it is allowed in african tradition. if you read my poem 'in a hurry' you can see how i felt about my mother's death; but i have long come to apreciate the fact that life is not all about death. actually life is all about life!

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  • Michael Shepherd (2/7/2005 8:06:00 AM)

    A big thankyou, Samuel, and I agree - you have a beautiful talent for telling the truth, simple and direct.
    You may have noticed that this site has a 62% audience of Americans, as many fiercely anti-church as pro-church - so don't be surprised if you get some sharp comments - or no comments at all! But I look forward as you do, to reading your 'tomorrow' poems.
    Best wishes. On this site, you can never be an orphan...

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  • dissatified exmember (2/1/2005 2:30:00 AM)

    Samuel is one of the most talented writers I have read on this site. He has such a wonderful way of putting things down. It is such a pleasure to read his poems.

    Janice M Pickett

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Best Poem of samuel nze

As The Dawn Comes.

As the dawn comes
I remember what mama used to say
You are a man
Never you forget
The truth is that we lose our identity
As we chase the wind
I ask myself again
What my lot here is
One day I will die
What legacy will I leave then?
The truth is that we lose our identity
As we chase the wind
It has been said that
Being siblings is like waking in one room
In the morning each finds
His own way
The truth is that we lose our identity
As we chase the wind
Even saints tell their Lord
Let no human tie however dear
Prevent me ...

Read the full of As The Dawn Comes.

Tsunami's Fate.

There has been disaster late
In the vast Asian estate
Groups and people now donate
Steady they Tsunami's fate
Gifts or money they will pay
Sizes which no one can say
It has always been the way
Now to give or least to pray
Struck though not by human sword