Deflowered Kingdom









Heaven shall bestow them the crown of thorns,
You politically addicts and dream killers,
Fire from Zambia and abyss shall rain your pathways,
You lawbreakers and certified nursed rulers.



See, darkness covers the earth and its admirers,
See, twilight seem the midday to idol worshippers,
A mere breath is a heavy fright to a ritualist,
As the cloud above shall rain bees on the ******.



Since, ASO-ROCK also rock adulterers and prostitutes,
Why won't witched sorcerers wear socks,
How can a nation that award the brutes...
Not adopt immorality instead of development lucks.



Our kingdom fainting in choked recession,
Our high gates of unity; wealth of blood,
Can a country be born in days of blood?
Have i not loss enough ink for my nation.






©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
>> 04/07/2017
»» 11:49PM

Clutches of Adversity







If only her distress could be weighed,
And all her misery be placed on the scales!
It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas
No wonder her offsprings nuked her peace-eggs.




If only her pains could be rain,
And all her tears be flown to paradise!
It would surely outrank her wealth-eyes
No wonder her progeny merry in poison.




If only her sorrow could be quenched,
And all her afflictions be banked like gold!
It would surely oversize the four pillars of the world
No wonder terrors are marshaled against her world.



If only her hurt house havens in hell,
And all her agony be filmed in movies!
It would surely overshadow the kingdom of Israel
No wonder famine thwarts the plans of the milk.






©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
>> 11/07/2017
⊙01:08AM

*****-Nation








How the rich has lost its luster,
   the well-to-do become doom!
The sanctity gents are scattered
   at the gates of all peaceful loop.



Even jackals offer their *******
   to nurse their offspring,
But my people have become unsparing
    like ostriches in the desert crest.



Those who once ate pure delicacies
     are bad destitute in the streets.
Those nurtured in pink and purple
     now lie on dust and ash heaps.



How the precious sons of Nigeria,
   once their weight in silver and gold,
are now measured as pots of clay,
    the work of a potter's hands; clay ?



The punishment of my Nation
   is greater than that of Gomorrah,
which was overthrown in a moment
   without a hand turned to help her.







©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
>> 11/07/2017
⊙ 06:56PM

A knock; a faint








I slept but my heart was awake. Listen!
My beloved is knocking: “Open to me,
My sister, my darling, my dove,
My head is drenched with dew,and  dampness.”



I have taken off my crown and robe,
Beloved dove, must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet with ocean of myrrhs,
Beloved dove, must I stain them again?



My beloved ****** her hand through the latch-opening;
My heart began to pound for her.
I arose to open for my beloved dove,
Then my hands dripped with myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.



As I opened for my beloved dove,
But my dove had left; she was gone,
My heart sank at her departure,
I went cold like an iced block in juice



The watchmen found me and kicked me,
They bruised me; they off my cloak,
Those watchmen of my territory;
They are hounds of ****** and bee




My dear wind and breeze, I charge you,
If you find my beloved dove, tell her...
I've fainted with love and her love-ruins,
Let her make haste before the full moon.




©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
^^25/07/2017
⊙ 03:45 AM

Division of breath







Lost was the soiled sins of Lebanon,
while rats made tents in capernum,
History became the basket of Abraham,
while the egyptians yowl in river jordan.




Not too far, birds of the sky waved-by;
fear of abyss crowned all the standbys,
And heaven wept and wailed clouds of pain,
Behold, the moonlight stained her walls with pain.



Devil is evil; heaven is haven I say,
Deceive oneself to sin and death is your pay,
Rob a joyful soul and measles from Egypt ...
Will shelter your healthiness to six-feet.



Yes, your raging anger can't lit a banger;
Your ***-mouth can't swallow a leather;
Breath is an advocate of life and a-mole for death,
Heaven is for everyone and not for well ironed shirts.





©Author Kelly Juuz
[A salient prolific author...]
>> 26/07/2017
⊙  08:22PM

Bifurcated-world







People reported to heaven of havens,
Minds clogged up with naivety-in-sevens,
Birds watched and mimed in styles;
The world is of no man but for all tribes.



Young and old sailors in Blue-land,
Sons and daughters of Anti-abyss,
Wheat and milk stars of dancing sand;
Breath is of no man but at a time cease.



Priests and kings of all honey lands,
Judges and advocates of clouded matters,
All Sorrowful-sinners and joyous-killers;
Some heads to hell and some to Canaan-land.



Presidential candidates and execu-thieves,
Prophets in *****; helpers to Israel-tyrants,
Oh yes, know so, heads die; death lives;
The world is golden and rains charcoal at some eves.




©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
29/07/2017
10:40AM

Theme: Limericks

Titled: Funny Dream.      






There was a boy called AUTHOR KELLY,
Whose body is like that of Jacob, so hairy;
  but dreamt of buhari's echo,
  and a-woke upon his photo,
Now his poetic lines gone saddy and scary.


©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
29/07/2017
10:06AM