The water that spreads all around the world,
Whose smiles awaken thousand angles.
Your eyes attract the Elites to dine
On your flowered bosom.
Though, we see not face to face
But your angelic glowing face buttress
The man I am made online.
Though you are not perfect
But perfection hang around you;
Bravely,
Incomparable.
The morning beams to your beckoning,
The night sight your glittering teeth;
Then afternoon honours your honourable lips which
Foretells that poetry has come to stay in Nigeria.
You are the dancer of poetry,
The music of poetry;
The sun of excitment,
The water of life
Horn of change,
Flexible.
Goal driven.
Mighty,
Stronger than two edge sword.
The slumber that beautify,
The moon that gladdens.
Grace! Grace!! Grace!!!
Though cats have nine lives,
Poetry in your hands has more lives.
Breeze into my life "cause I want
To be as brave as you are made.
Dearest to the dearest
Father to the fathered,
Hold on to your fold of sheep;
Shepherd us to the tribes of poetry
And we will humbly follow you, excited:
Prowling into the forest of men,
Eating into the den of kings.
Dearest, Kukogho Iruesiri Samson,
We concur to your leadership.
Dearest to the dearest,
To my Dearest: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson,
I sincerely honour the man you are
Not judging from the physical man
But from the inside which speak more volumes of you in you.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent.
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