Category: Poems

What Everyday Jesus taught me Through Nature

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​I flew like a feather through

Life; sniffing beauty I rarely believed to be true.

I kiss the nectars cooped between whorls of  silk

Pick grains your father, my creator, spreads for me…

I work hard

Though I don’t enslave myself doing things the things

He never wished I do.

Am the birds of the field.


I could be a varying shade of scents and nectars,

I could be a scene your eyes would race through for hectares.

Your father, my creator, clothes me,

But I draw up water for myself.

If I fail,

I’d wither.


Mr Word Spreader,

May I call you Tse-tse story;

You claim promises but make a mockery of conditions.

Wake up and come to my hills and

Your eyes will behold my mansions,

The food I gather in your wasteful days;

I Have a barn,

I have no farm.

I follow your road map.

I.work.hard.

Maybe Mr Ant is the name you know.

©Symolean

Everyday Jesus:​So I’m a christian

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“I’m a christian” I’ve for long being one

I’m a Christian, it’s become a tradition

An audition to find a place to fit in.


“I’m a christian” it doesn’t seem so unique anymore

More like the movie ” Ben ten” everyone has a story to tell

A beautiful tale to relate with

Because it sounds so evenly

And no more heavenly.


And daily these words as become a regular routine

But wise is the words that says” many are called, but few are chosen”

My question is when will this chain be loosen

Because christ has risen

And this poor ideology ” way of pretence” has been broken 


” we are christians” yet we swim in the pool of sin

” we are christians” yet we live to be seen

And not for the glory of the one that has called to be human beings

We are dwelling in the evil things

And truth is lacking

Yet we clamouring to be root of perfection.



“I’m a christian” I read my bible and do it right

Yet you found wanting

Barely, you shine your light

Obviously, people still see you fight

You are locked into the prison of self

And fed with poison of ignorance

Slowly, slowly you go

And near death without a good tale to tell

But just ” I’m a christian”


By Toluthealchemist.

(c) 2017

Dominion… Everyday Jesus

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Dominion physically speaking means equilibrium; and by equilibrium, forces must be involved. According to Genesis 5: 1&2, the NIV Bible says: this is the written account of Adam’s line. When God created man, he made him in the likeness of God. He created them male and female and blessed them. And when they were created, he called them “man” ( ie adam in Hebrew).

Dominion is when man ( male and female joined together), face the lion, soar like the eagle, rule the ox and plants his feet on the serpent. This is dominion.

Can two work together unless they agree? The thug of war between male and female must cease so that “man” might have dominion. The male must cease to be dominating and the female must not be controlling.

 By Favouromeje; September 2017.

Everyday Jesus: what is Dominions

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The Hebrew word for dominion radar means subduing,ruling. Circumstances in life tend to subdue us instead of the other way around. We forget who we are,what we have,what we are made for and roll with the tides. 

Fear and anxiety are meant to be subdued and ruled. Most often than not,we let circumstances determine who we are and how much we exhibit our God given authority.

 Fear and anxiety are mere faceless faces that pop up while trying to achieve,acquire and fulfil one’s dreams. 

We have all it takes to overcome them,to rule and subdue them. 

Know that we are more than  conquerors and that we can do all things through Christ that strengthens u .

By Mitchell Okonicha; September 2017.

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