‘C’ by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
a poem for 'C' let me wear you around my neck as noose or bead. plant a peck, on my frozen cheeks to seal our fates – an eternal...
O GIRL, DO I KKNOW YOU? by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
sweet, pretty, awesome girl walking on a road, one hunky, whistling guy struts by on same road, KIS cat-walked behind them, lugging laptop load. She walked close to him, bumper...
TWIST, TURN, SWEAT by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
Twist, turn, sweat... Whisper, out of breath – Tsunami follows flesh-quake: Not for love, just pleasure’s sake. Say you love me, speak your lies; Within that lie, pleasure lies Whisper,...
King Zwelithini’s BLOODY FART by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
when a king farts with his mouth like kaBhekuzulu - a man uncouth, Trouble truncates his sleeping time to merge Life and Death into a rhyme. when Royal lips part...
WHY DOES LOVE STEAL OUR TONGUES (a true story in verse): by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
he was a little boy reaching for manhood she, little girl arching for womanhood his was mixed tale of tears and hope hers, a life upwards Life’s slope two stories...
PENNIES AND PENIS by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
take is slow learn from Joe! choose your miss with wise pleas not your penis wed your Mrs with bent knees not your pennies learn from Joe! take is slow
THE WA-ZO-BIA REACTION: by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
Wa-Zo-Bia reaction: “Ig1+Yo2+ Ha4 — PDP0 (+APC1) = NeW 9ja” Jega dusted the crucible placed it on the Inec’s table “let us sample 9ja’s medullas!” he threw in tattered umbrellas...
KILL THE TRUTH FOR THE LIE: by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
we want the truth with our lips but flog the truthful with our lips we say we abhor lies and deception but one must birth lie to get reception irony!...
LIFE IS A CRAZY CAR RACE: by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
life is a crazy car race drive through every space by yourself, choose your pace conscience is a steering don't lose your bearing morality is your brake lose it, neck...
YOU FIGHT FOR G(g)OD?: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
Because a man’s not of your creed, You strike him down without remorse, And there you stand to watch him bleed, His eyes pleading in muted Morse! Is there a...