Obododimma's comments (member since Mar 31, 2009)

Obododimma's comments from the ¡ POETRY ! group.

A German Lesson


Danke bitte morgen
Bitte morgen danke, ja
A language you do not understand
Sounds like an exchange of blows

literaturwissenchaft und literaturwissenchaften
I clutch my study pack, afraid I may get lost
In the morphology of longish words
For rugged technologies always
Are made of the sternest resolve

Bitte, I am making progress
As the worst mixer
Of words and swords in the first lesson
On the moral economics of other-tongues

I, the subject, waiting for my sentence


-- Obododimma Oha

I understand how you feel, Wendy. But what if the best poems are those that prose out their lovelies without hurting their poesies? Greetings from my farm in Ibadan, Nigeria.

Companion


A soul that remembers to touch
A soul, heals a life.
A soul that touches
A soul, creates with God.

The energies of a companion
Follow me, raise me from the dead,
Roll up the sheets of grief.

A companion whose life lifts me
Gives me Heaven
Gives me miracle
In the labour of love.

Goodread, Donna. I like it.