Category: Poems

AWESOMENESS OF REDEMPTION

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In that dark and lonely prison

I sat neglected and alone

Kept company only by reason

And many a tear rolling down in a sob

I tried to move for want of ease

The chains clanked the pains increased

The worst had happened and hopes decreased

For everyday brought me closer to sorrow’s abyss

But how did i get this far

How could i have missed my way?

How could i not understand?

That paradise i had already given away

My heart quakes and quivers as i remember

That it hadn’t always been this way

But now all the memories concur

And i have a story to tell, my story

A story long in its stride but yet precise

Short it may seem but detailed it is

Tis a story of one who lost his way

And now heads undoubtedly for shame

As i said this course i now undertake

 Was not the first my feet would ever tread,

But just a choice i made one day

Was enough to seal my fate.

Like a slow fade

I had stepped away

For a moments pleasure and spice

I had given away love and paradise

As i trudged along hopelessly

A voice called out my name sweet and sincere

A silver lining in the darkest of clouds

Twas my first love calling me home again

Reach out and believe he said

You don’t have to end this way he said

But it couldn’t be that easy i thought to myself

How could he i had hurt so much still draw me to Himself?

As i reached out he reached out to me

He pulled me up and out of my chains

And like a flash i was on my long forgotten path

I was free at last i am free at last

As we walk along

My joy knows no bounds

I don’t have to look forward to eternal doom

Cos i walk the part of life with my one true love

As we talk, his words refresh

He’s always there even when no one cares

He helps me through this journey to paradise

My story has now become a love story

by

Ezeonyeka Godswill

SCENES OF REVIVAL

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This word that has been relegated into obscurity

This experience that has been interpreted unto mediocrity

An experience our fathers cherished and pursued

Without any elevated passion they worked to subdue

The resilience of sin and worldliness

That has choked the rays of godliness

In the heart of yesteryears believers

Whose lives shrank the pride of unbelievers.

 

There are scenes that are concomitant with revival

One thing is sure, that holiness makes an arrival

Young boys and girls become chaste and sober

Old men and women have christened memories to remember

The once straying souls are suddenly intercepted

By the word and the holy spirit with impact so concerted

Our young girls would dress modestly and beautiful

Not parading themselves in partial nudity in manners most detestful

 

The young men would discard mediocrity

And embrace purposeful ventures with godly authority

The brothels would be converted to places of godly encounters

And the clubs, a place of god’s dealing ever to remember

Our pot-bellied politicians would become large hearted leaders

Mounting on the wings of purpose to enforce the dreams of dreamers

Our universities would become citadels of excellent scholars

Whose conduct would be based on Christian morals.

 

Truth would be a surplus commodity in our business places

And sincerity would lead the way in our market places

Children would be nurtured in the bosom of caring parents

Developing in love their gracious talents

The movies we watch would be powerful sermons

Not high jacked by nude and erotic demons

From our music shall emanate soul warming aromas

Blended with intelligent lyrics and served a s soul warmers

 

We should not scamper empty out of our homes

Without being stuffed with some gospel drones

Our homes would be holy, happy and healthy ones

Where the devil and his agents would be long gone

Boys would relate with girls as sisters

While girls would relate with boys as brothers

Our preachers would not be scrambling on the pulpit

To gain self glory and ego while souls stream into the pit

 

The church would be filled with an atmosphere of love

Not gossips, slanders, debauchery and insincere smiley curves

Prayer would become a cherished venture by the saints

Consecration would be embarrassed by our ladies and gents

Then the bible would not be a book of fables and myth

God’s word would be real to us and full of might

The devil would lose territories once dominated by him

And a glorious militant church would recover lost lands in warring hymns.

 by

Agbaroji Chimeremeze

HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW THAT FELLOW

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When you get to know a fellow,

know his joy and know his cares,

When you’ve come to understand the burdens

That he bears,

When you’ve learned the fight he’s making

And the troubles in his way,

Then you’ll find that he’s different than you

Thought you knew him yesterday.

You find his faults are trivial, there’s not so much to blame,

In the fellow that you jeered at when you only knew his name

You are quick to see the blemish in the distant neighbour’s style

And your prejudices fatten and your hates more violent grow,

As you talk about his failures  your hates more violent grow,

As you talk about the failures of the man you do not know

But when drawn a little closer and your hands and shoulders touch

You find the traits you hated really didn’t amount to much

When you get to know a fellow, know his every mood and whim,

You begin to find the texture and the splendid side of him

You begin to understand him, and you cease to scoff and stare

For with understanding, all this prejudices disappear

You begin to find his virtues, and his faults you cease to tell,

For you seldom hate a fellow when you know him very well

When you get to know a fellow, you understand his ways,

Then his fault won’t really matter, for you will find a lot to praise.

I HAVE A DREAM

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Sitting by my bed at night
I picked my pen to write
To say, to express myself right
This truth that stays inside me tight
You see, I have a dream
What’s new about that? You say…
But what you don’t get yet
Is what I so highly speak of
It’s not the film shows you see
When your eyes are closed in sleep
It is in fact what keeps me awake like today
Boiling in my spirit, vibrating with promise
It is not the past or present
It is the future
The future with so much promise yet untouched
My dreams yet accomplished

Yes, I have a dream
But not the kind anyone would want
I have a dream solid and strong
My expressions running wild along
I have a dream
A dream so big even I wonder at its magnitude
I have a dream and that dream is me
Who I am and someday will be
I have a dream to fulfil
And though my eyes see nothing
I see it shining in the distance
My dream in full manifestation

Now you wonder
What do I dream? You wonder
What’s so different about my dream? You ponder
Here’s is a clue brother
I want success. Yes…
But not the kind given by G.P and fruitless hard work, NO
I want success embedded in fulfilment, not purpose
I want money not by ill-gotten means
But by God who is really to bless with ***** attached in

Of where I want joy and peace
But I will not seek it I the arm of women with lying tongues
Or in green bottles and their contents, NO
I will follow Rom 14:17 principle
I will seek true love in family, worthy friendship
In God, its very source
I want an assured future, but not in the certificate
Or in the unstoppable promise of man and what he can do
But my future remains safe in God’s hands

I have a dream
A dream so big it consumes me
Will it come to pass? I think
Shouldn’t I just follow the crowd?
Do what they do, be whom they want me to be
After all in the confession of many, the truth is upheld
Everybody can’t be wrong
Why must I be different, old-fashioned as they say
But then I will recall
The extra mile is a lonely road
The top is quite less populated than the bottom
If I would achieve this dream so big
I might have to learn to run alone
Cos I found out quite early enough
The road to destruction is wide and popular
But the road to life is wide and narrow
Narrow enough to let the few who would dare
Who would dare to be different
Who wouldn’t trade their dreams in an instant
Just like Joseph… what a man

I have a dream
That someday at sometime
I would stand before my saviour
And he would confirm from the books
The book of life to see if of a truth
I did accept him through and through
If I acknowledge the absolute truth
That God came in the form of man to die
Just for me, just for my sake

I have a dream
That he would see my name there
Written in golden print
And the wonder I would meet.
When he would say to me “welcome”

I have a dream, I have a dream
I have a dream which outside God is nothing
I have a dream though ahead of time is within me
I have a dream
That this dream you dream
Will one day see the light of day
If we could all hold on to Jesus
The author and finisher of our faith
Of our Dreams

by
Ezeonyeka Godswill

YOURS ALONE

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It’s in you
A seed you have to grow
It’s called talents
Gift you are supposed to invest

Wonder why a child arranges broken glasses
And it forms a small sparkling galaxy
Why would a 6 year old pretend to be sick?
Only to ask, “What is tetracycline”?
Why else would a boy use his shoe lases
To replace his broken guitar string

Our talent makes us weird indeed
Because of it, we do stupid things
But that’s what makes us unique
So don’t tell me you don’t have a talent
As long as you are not dead yet
Please cultivate it and let it grow
It’s in you and you know it!

by
Emenike Mercy

PARENTHOOD

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It’s no child’s play
It starts with a day
And gradually spans through the years
The children are always there
And you must always care

When it gets boring
Just sit and stare
There are always like-eyes meeting your glare
When it gets interesting
Enjoy it while it lasts
You sure need all those strained muscles relaxed

There is the dependence,
Which could be definitely irritating
The love that becomes overbearing
The tension that gets you sobbing
And the cheer that gets your eyes teary

Through the love and the pain
It’s a responsibility that you carry the burden
Be a proud parent
And live the life others respect.

BEHIND MY SMILE

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You don’t know about it,
It’s inside
It’s personal
It’s behind my smile…
It’s deep
It’s piercing
It’s behind my smile…
It’s unnoticeable
It’s shocking
It’s behind my smile…
It’s a story
It’s a confession
It’s just behind my smile…
Can I take you there?
Can I tell you the whole truth?
Will you be an arm of god’s mercy and comfort?
It’s just behind my smile…
Will you judge me?
Will you sell my woes to the world?
How much will you earn from it?
Will you regard me afterwards?
We aren’t far from it…
It’s just behind my smile…
A problem shared, they say, is half solved.
What about a confession?
What about a deep stinking secret?
Is it safe with you?
Won’t you expose it as a disguised prayer point during prayer meetings, or;
Teach it as a disguised message during bible study?
Please, my soul is languishing!
I have prayed; I have fasted.
What I need is your understanding and support
Won’t you be glad to save a soul?
It’s just behind my smile…
All it will cost you is your solid sincerity and love
Your deep compassion and understanding,
Your humility and consideration,
Your nonjudgmental support!!!
The weight is still behind my smile…
I won’t let it down until I know that it is
Safe enough to share it with you.

By
Ebisike Amarachi

I’M 22 TODAY

On December 14th 1990
Her joy was full, so pure and mighty
The baby kicked into the air with reckless abandon
Crying and sniffing with rhymes in random
What was the reason for such innocent cry?
I can’t really tell but I can try
The doctor said it was the new environment he punctured through
I do not see this explanation to be entirely true

The baby was simply scared of a cruel world
For then his innocent heart had not met the word
Growing up was a world of fun
Sitting, crawling, then walking and begins to run
Lacking any sense of responsibility
but totally trusting in mum’s ability
Often fund of playful dad
That fellow that always made me oblivious of the word “sad”

Straying progressively away from my creator
And enjoying the ride in sin’s elevator
Just towards the yuletide of 2004
I became born again and in the path of destiny I commended my tour
I had to break-out from my dubious gang of six
Oh! Finally, my Saviour gave me a welcome kiss
All my sins and guilt were gone
And pardon from the cross cancelled all I had done

Suddenly the little baby of yesteryears
Grows to search out the meaning of all his fears
And thus to give an explanation for his existence
This quest was crystallized in the Lord’s presence
Until the Lord dissolved it in His infinite wisdom
Now I know why I’m in this glorious kingdom
To the world and all is lust I say a determined goodbye
Until I get to that golden street that money can’t buy

I’m 22 today still under the Lord’s canopy
Only to gaze at my wasted years as an abandoned jalopy
The future is so bright with its energizing blaze
In fact, you would need eye-glasses to take a gaze
Thanks to all the folks that helped shape my life
Especially to those who with love in their hearts employed their knives
To cut-off the folly prevalent in my young heart
Much gratitude to you I give with a cheerful heart
I LOVE YOU ALL

BY
AGBAROJI CHIMEREMEZE