David Ishaya Osu – 3 poems




This milky bark                                                                                                                                 Bear tastes


Like dunes coursing                                                                                                                         To creeks

So do clabbers                                                                                                                           Blacken tooth and bone


Do not blue
Rays blunt our eyes when
We claw at grassy groins

Do not sheep colour                                                                                                                  
Their furs grey when sun bowls                                                                                            Grazing along dewy boxy roads





I keep a diatomic diary…


Diced tongues                                                                                                                           
When they sit in oily pans                                                                                                            
Do not give jealous scents

Fowls’ orgasms                                                                                                                           
Fox their hunters


Slippery cleavages                                                                                                                  Swallow melting fires more

Than waxed throes and dust                                                                                                     Escort bloods into mists


…because inside any todgers are tomes





Planted in pages                                                                                                                             Are pictures of my bare chest


The ribs parade the carcasses 

Soles to crown                                                                                                                                       Head to tails


Out of this nose                                                                                                                      Streams the smell of today                                                                                                                  The dreary smell of a bleached coffee



David Ishaya Osu is a Nigerian poet, and street photographer. He has been published in several literary outfits including The New Black Magazine, African Writer, SALA (Sentinel Annual Literature Anthology) 2012, and awaits publication elsewhere. In 2011, his poem, Seasons at Peasant’s Palm, won an Honourable Mention for a National Poetry competition in honour of Prof Remi Raji at 50. He is an alumnus of the 2012 LUMINA Creative writing workshop. David is currently polishing his debut collection tentatively titled Rape Album.




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5 Responses to David Ishaya Osu – 3 poems

  1. Batsa'a Martins Danjuma says:

    Well they are all a nice piece coming 4rm Dave tho I must confess, I found it a lil bit hard tryin 2 comprehend some of the lines. The sky is your limit Dave!!!

  2. Inspiring, i love how ur words make my mind work to conclude deeper meaning

  3. Fine pieces of poetry. Strong images. Moments and scenes captured with words with the accuracy of a photographer’s lens. I don’t know if I just read three poems or just saw three pictures. They are really very nice lines. Good work, David!

  4. David Ishaya Osu says:

    Thank you all, for reading.

  5. patience igodo says:

    nice one

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