Category: Poems

Everyday Jesus with Lion(An Interview)

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Hey! Pleased to meet you, I’m Panthera Leo.

You’re perplexed I see, but please I beg you; do not look on me with a stranger’s eyes for though physically we have obvious disparities, we share some attributes.
I’ll tell you about me.
One, I have an unmistakable presence of nobility. It is not masked and I saw you noticed when you entered the park. I command respect even in my calmest state. I do not need to announce myself, my nature announces itself. Others think that I am feared because I am a ‘predator’ (I like to think of myself as just a gentle guy that hustles for his food…whatever food that is), but I know that isn’t true; I’m Leo because of my nature and I don’t have to put up some ‘act’.

I tripped over there and fell. Other folks fled. It would have been suicidal for them to stay around and glee and this is because I don’t stay down too long. My ‘mess ups’ do not excite my enemies much…they believe it’s part of the plan…”C’mon it’s Leo involved!” They say.
Two, there is this unruffleness and kingly calmness about me that is totally incomprehensible to the other folks. 

I thrive in danger not because I do not face what the others face. My nature is positively projected in the gravest danger and I’m committed not to miss my opportunities.

I do not talk or walk in anxiety. I’m in the spotlight and I won’t ever walk out of harmony with who I am. 

When faced with challenges, I just remember who I am and I let the world know it.
Finally, I envy you because You’re all these and more! The gap between us reaches to the heavens!

But I seem to be doing better. This is because I ALWAYS keep who I am in mind. You’re ALWAYS off and on but I’ve been committed to remembering who I am. 

Borrow this leaf from me.

Hi again, I’m Panthera Leo but you can call me LION.

By Ruth Ogbuabor, September 2017.

Everyday Jesus Gives us Choices

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CHOICES

With birth, the start to all life, all things

We, from a biparental picture

Made in God’s image and with man’s nature

We inherit their genes and their sins
The lamb becomes a sheep, the cub a lion

Growth is sure, maturity may come

But we always have His grace to rely on

Our lives under watch: for time will tell

Like quarantine in an epidemic

The virus is sin; Satan the vector

The cure is salvation; Christ, the doctor
The green of fresh plants

The pale as petals wither

Sweet melodies of chirping birds

Painful maladies from poison dreads

Stillness and tranquil of soothing eves

Unrest and discord which a panic gives

Two sides to every coin, our choices comprehend

Everlasting life or death in the end

© Erudite 2017

​Symphony of Experimentalists

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We all wish to be called Alice
And fly into a land of true dreams.

We all feel like connecting to beyond

The lines our horizon speaks of

Against the never ceasing ideas

That life is as good as music.


We could walk along the varying tempos of this music

And wander in dreamland like Alice

Whose wonder ignites ideas

That drums our dreams

And strings we strum; talk of

In our heart and breathe beyond


We join ideas of here and beyond

Like the different parts of music

Which spots our heart as we hear of 

The wonders that she, Alice

Lived in her very dreams;

A beautiful, welcoming ideas.


We sometimes swim in ideas

In symphonies without knowing beyond

The powers of our dreams

Which sounds sweeter than good music;

Wishing we could hold the hands of Alice,

The magical being we know of


And maybe whisper to her of

Happiness which is no more just ideas

That we float in at the mention of Alice

The one whose life was beyond

The grasp of music

We can only listen to in dreams


Yet, we still believe these dreams

Our hearts yearn for and beat of

Like the constant strumming of music

As a once sickly but made whole idea

Beyond

The stories we hear of Alice.


We remain envoys of good music

Just in style of a wonder; Alice

Who will always give life to our ideas.

SKYSCRAPER

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Skyscraper

Rising high, piercing sky, stirring heaven

Babel-like

Steely front, concrete dare, defiant haven

Braggart-like

Swagger

 

Chest-thumping, nose-thumbing, feet stamping

Me-way

Upward aiming, self driven, bond rending

Lone way

Severed linkage, anchor lacking, dead, plunging

Skyscraper

Nothing and Everything

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The world is enraptured by an eery turbulence.

The kind that makes me want to step out of my skin and watch my flesh, blood and bones wriggle on the floor, half dead. She rides me like a wild horse and I am more than receiving of her deathly blows.She hates me, because You Love Me.

 

You, The Universe of the Universe. I am willing to die a thousand times to get away from her, she knows this, she is furious, because there has been no guilt in years, only this freedom that comes from swift forgetfulness. This silence that comes from immense helplessness.

 

But often now I ask, What must I do to be saved daily? Nothing He says, “Nothing and everything”, He smiles at me His smile is fire, I melt.  The place of surrender I do not quickly recognize till I have rebelled.

 

What would it take for you to open my eyes and keep them there? “Nothing and everything, sweetheart just STAY”… Let me never leave this place of sanity I beg. This battle its for True Life, I’m unashamed.

For me to rise again and again, the ultimate plan, the reason you came.

” just part of it my Bride, for this cause and much more I came, my honor on the line, an eternal law I had to obey, That being connected to you only in death could I LIVE and now you must do the same”…

Cold Love brought shivers down my spine, like breath forming misty smoke In the Presence of His divine…

” You staked it all when you chose to redeem, it was Life or death, you chose to Live”

Life has never been easier ever since, knowing fully well that the life I live now is His..

I saw in His eyes the Love of Loves, a burning wrath completely satisfied.

 

“Don’t you get it My Bride, I’ve seen it all, I know how it ends, before you had the choice, I chose to Live… I’d never leave my own, my depth in you calls me deeper, an eternal bond, a pull I can’t refuse, wait for me, I come quickly, I desire to be united with me, more than you think, Wait For Me…”

 

  • Osione Abokhai

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REBELLION

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Our bond was gone

Torn by playing self’s strings, a concerto to otherness

A faint flame of nascent doubt nagged into crushing inferno

Thrusting and thrashing through trust’s defenses

To throw open heart’s doors to alternative truth

A deluge wild and free, everywhere and purposeless

Your walls gave way to vast fields to explore

Space filled with beautiful flowers and murderous fanged beasts

My emotions were terror-driven ecstacy, happy masks for painful dying

As I danced about independence’s gift, understanding and doom

Life was exile

Life was being lost, for life was lost

Life was the highway’s speeding car without brakes

Life was the pungent presence of putrefaction

But I hid my shame, nostalgia de la boue finely propped up

Our love was worn

Battered by sounds from within

Counterfeits of true creation ballad

I swam the me-tune, the egocentric universe

I found it without stars, cold, dark, merciless

Memories of you welled up on the inside, a piercing plea

To call me back to your walled protecrorate

The infinite love-space in which I now roam

You were my way home, falling to become the link bridge

You are my home, the One in whom I’m complete.

Enslaved Slavers

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​She

Was such a beauty”, he

Said, “painted ebony by the hands of nature;

Her skin a crystal of black hues; no mixture:

Indifferent to the never ending

Showers of sun’s rays”.


He looked beyond her thick

Hips; lips that chatter to no end

Like the parrot’s friendly nattering,

To the pale skinned one

Whose nose directs to seven seas;

Seasons that sun’s rays brings.


Mirrors became her god;

“Sod! This beauty”, she cried.

Stones became her friend,

Her skin constantly under it’s bite

Till at last, this once crystal  of black

Turned as sallow as autumn leaves.


As sickly as she looked,

She was a new beauty, hooking

many-a-man who dared glanced at her

Glowing skin once so fancy,

But now dull; streaks of colours

Like the rainbow as the stone bite so deep.


Her charm were no more;

His stares became harmful.

One option remains for her;

To plaster the walls of her face

Forever more in varying thicknesses;

A cover for the long shone rainbow weak lines.


His gaze once again fell on her like

The rising sun; prodding her on,

On the art of painting.

She became tired of masking

But all her blackness were

Long gone with the stone’s bite.


She enslaved his eyes

To her beaming beauty,

But the stone enslaved here

Crossed Roads

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So, here I am,  stuck on the cross

Paying the ultimate price for my wrong

Feeling my life seep slowly out of me

Looking down at my accusers, scorning me and my colleagues.

 

Well…

Colleague and one other man

Of  whom I know so little about

Of all the things I’ve heard,

It’s that he doesn’t deserve to be up here

 

Well, my colleague thinks otherwise

Since he’s been taunting and  mocking him,

“If you really are the Christ, then save us!” he says

“how can you say such, seeing we deserve to be here?” I answered.

 

However when I look at him

I felt an indescribable thing

So different from what I’ve felt since I made my first kill

 

I knew, I just knew he was going somewhere

Somewhere good.

So maybe, just maybe, I could go with him

So, I throw in me last bargaining chip

“Lord,  remember me when you come into your paradise”

 

Then he turned his eyes to me.

And I wondered, “how could someone in such amount of pain,

Much greater than the one I’m feeling, have such compassion?”

He says, ” I assure you,  today, you well be with me in paradise”

 

Then peace flooded my heart

I knew that for once in my wretched life

I’d finally done the right thing.

 

  • Emenike Chinwendu (2017)

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