Category: Poems

EVERYDAYJESUS’ ‘What is life?’ (A poem)

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What is life?
Is life merely about the strife?
Existing to be seen?
To be seen growing?
And too keen on the hour death will appear?
Is life about the days?
The rays of a life time?
Breathing to make a regular cycle?
To be born in the flame of time?
To grow and be tamed?
To be schooled and screwed?
To be a worker then end as a walker?
To get retired and keep on being ‘real tired’?
And to die?

What is life?
It is about,
Living to the full,
Without being ruled by the society,
And without anxiety.
To reckon Christ,
For us to rise,
Beyond all price,
To make a mark that the world can track,
For the everlasting serenity,
Without any inadequacy.
And life is about,
The amazing call
From the “viral” (sin) to the era of which, grace is seen,
About the journey to the world of light,
To stay firmed and affirmed by His word.
And life is about,
The hope we give for the world to cope,
The love we show for the world to stay above,
The peace we find for the world to get.
“Life is exploring the gift within
And not waiting.
Author note:
Life is never about being right, but letting righteousness find its way in us”.

The alchemist…
© 21 days ago, Tolulope Amao

Words For Life. 

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I admit it,I am hopelessly vulnerable.

I have grown sentimental,

My sentiments have attached me.

They have made me sensitive…

Sensitive to words.
How do you do it?

What does it take to cough? 

To spew them out with no discretion whatsoever?.. How?

Do they speak to you before you speak them out?
Tell me,

These muses ever so soft 

And delicate to the touch,

How do you make them turn,

Give them spikes, pretty things laced with thorns… bleeding.
I cry for them…

Because they lung to be freed only to heal, 

They mourn because they want to be handled softly, and used sweetly.. Yes…

They are alive.. and they have needs.

If they could, everyday they would scream… Love Me Please!!! So I can love people too.. You see,
I have grown sentimental,

Carefully caressing words, holding them close to my chest.

I have learnt to embrace them warmly, gently…

Rocking them back and forth in my arms as I sing sweet songs and they coo softly. Like doves… 

I have learnt to set them free,

To heal other people just as they have healed me…

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Quiet Impact

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(Dedicated to all those of quiet impact)
 
She dosent talk, she dosent post, she dosent shout.
He comes in, works it and walks out.
No flashlights, no spotlights, yet he’s the light and all dark eyes know.
No celebration of her name, no serenade for her fame, no declaration of her day, only the ovation of spirits, only the recognition of Abba.
No stickers bear his name, no posters carry his face, yet every touched heart knows his hands, every bruised skin knows his balm.
Not loved widely but ever so deeply, she carries the burdens of a hurting generation and the secrets of a battered heart and to her grave will they go with her.
Hoping for the the tiny lens of heaven, for the cameras of Hollywood ever so flashy overlook him.
 
No streets bearing her name, no cult chanting her fame, no frames for generations to know her face, yet purer heart has not this earth seen, a more loving soul this world has never hosted, she gives her best and keeps what’s left, animals call her kind, strangers pray for him, beggars know her name, prisoners remember his song.
His works carry no credits, her works bear no copyright, she just keeps working right and walking right through stony hearts, for she is wright. A flat character in her own story, yet acting round all heart, for an audience of One. She may not make history but she’s already part of His-Story.
 
What is the payment of a pure heart? what is the award for a sacrificial soul? what are the wages for a selfless life? it exists, just not to be found in this world. So he’s looking forward to the city who’s builder is God, from where he derives his citizenship, she’s longing for His recognition, Him for whom she lives and breathes.
 
So ignore the quietness and keep on the impact, and should the world ever take note, carry on all the same, don’t stop here, you cant stop here.

AGAINST ALL ODDS

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Since the days I learned to write my ABC’s I have always known that E effortlessly came before the Gs and Hs and with eyes like mocking jays’ ears I watched as this routine set to educate with Greek elements taught me that the Es Extraordinary will always exceed the N’s Normal that the best B-E-S-T only referred to people who constantly applied Basic Excellence to Supersede every Trial that dared believe possible is not a closed universal set with only such elements available but an ever growing individual set only bound by the extent to which we stretch so we stretch till our limits no longer exist we stretch till our breathes cease and we lay hold on eternity as we be physically transformed to who we truly are saints. We stretch cos we are sent.

So Hello Reality,

My name is Godswill Ezeonyeka and I have decided to not be bound by your rules. Trust me, it is not my intent to come off proud or maybe arrogant; but I just can’t fit into the boxes you house me in anymore. You claim the odds are against me that I can never beat this and fitting in seems the best option, but then I would be lost. So what sense does it make when the struggles of my life gets me fighting for my life? Do I live by the sword only to die by its side?

My name is Godswill Ezeonyeka; and don’t be mistaken, this is no identity crisis. I could join ISIS and show you how real this is but Christ is my Choice, it goes way deeper than what eyes see. This is my decision― to leave like Abraham, eat like Daniel, give like Solomon, to preach like Paul; to only appear normal yet be free so you can see that you’ve been barking up the wrong tree. I am certain you do not know who these people are because the last you heard from them is a letter like this as they dared realms unseen; stomping impossibilities. Their lives all but lost.

Yes― you can call me ‘Unreasonable’, but I make Reason able to find roots on solid― Word. God’s words. So I don’t make thoughts of the pains to come if I fail the shame and repercussions I dare to challenge for yet my rod will still stretch out above these waters, my knees will not yield your command, listen I skate on storms and though a giant may charge at me, you will not want to miss the next news headlines “greater is He that lives in me”.

My name is Godswill Ezeonyeka, and I am sorry― No― I do not agree that things go one way. That fate holds all cards to play. That I am helpless. Too many lies. Do you know who I am? The known world was called forth because of me, so don’t tell me of a ‘real world’, I decide which is real― the world my eyes see or the world I see in His eyes. I call the shots, Reality. You owe me, Reality; so pay attention.

My name is Godswill Ezeonyeka, and I may not be as brave, see this is not about a thorough plan. Your fire may burn me, my friends; the King may not stretch his sceptre for my safety, this boiling oil might be the last of me, these walls so thick may not give way to my victory still His faithfulness makes me faith-full ― Yes! No matter the stakes, I stay high on His intoxicating Word no matter what you bring my way, Reality. Hope you are still listening?

Cos I know for a certainty that aside fairy tales, animals can talk, water can stand tall as walls, the sun can take a pause on its journey and hungry lions can get selective with their lunch. Fire can defy the laws of gravity, a valley full of death can rise to become a mighty army and a man can with God as a son speak. So it doesn’t matter what you think, I just want you to know this much

I have chosen to right my perspectives; to redefine my reality

Like others…and others yet would, I have chosen Him over you and me.

I am broken from your rules.

In Jesus I live. True.

 

Yours sincerely…

 

By Ezeonyeka Godswill & Henry ‘Glofame’ Okoli

 

RIPPLES OF PRAISE

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When I try to complain..

Words well up from behind my eyes as I type
them without format, stanza or protocol. I simply
need to eradicate the stench of annoyance that
has built up from years of not flushing my
system properly of irritation.
The log of wood in my left eye has grown a
canopy that is the habitat for my patience and
perhaps, I have become a patient nursing the
promises of my Comforter as I watch my kin
shiver in a cold world.
I want to dump my conscience, having found it
has been conditioned by the same Miss
Information that hails from The knowledge of
Good and Evil. Since I’ve fallen off that family
tree, I want to leave that Local Government Area
behind, but…
How?
Lord You said if I left mother, father, sister,
brother and anything anyone for you I would
surely get more in return, but is this what you
meant? Should I really abandon these people to
their ways?
Yes?! I hear you saying ‘Yes’!!
Yes, why not Yes right? With one word, you solve
my dilemma and as usual where I’ve come to
sulk and pout, you suck me dry of depression
and pour out your peace. If I didn’t have you I
would surely have snapped like a twig
underneath a stampede.
Tomorrow I will have a smile for everyone, and
your words will crawl down the my heart only to
drip through my lips and ripples of joy and
praises will send waves of glory into eternity.
It is you, working in me, willing and doing your
thing. All they’ll see is you, while even I am
healed inside your startling power. My gratitude
is unspeakable but I know you know my
thoughts, so you know my expressions of worship
are merely outbursts of spirit pressure.
You are mine, and I am yours,
Your eternal Majesty;
The Lord of Light and Life,
The King of Heaven,
First Signatory of The Better Covenant,
Grand Architect of the Universe,
The Invisible Lord of Everything,
The Inventor of Music and Beauty,
The Chief Dispenser of Meaning,
The Author of Language and Progenitor of its
Diversity,
The Beginning The End,
The Boundary of Existence,
The Puzzle of Wisdom,
The Spirit of Truth,
The Way to Immortality,
The Conqueror of Death,
The Slayer of Nothingness,
My Father, Teacher, Healer, Provider, Shield,
Reward, Wisdom, Power, My God and Lord.
My Spirit, words must have been invented for
this very purpose, You!!!
You!!!
The Love,
The Inventor of Lovers,
You better prepare, because I’m coming home to
praise you like you imagined from the beginning
of the world; and you know… You know.

-Neil

LET THERE BE LIGHT!

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And God said “let there be light”

And the big bang theory happened

God saw this was good

Then Lucifer became Satan

Making the hearts of men twisted
Preventing us from seeing the Spirit of life in use

We were doomed to only see dust wherever we stood

Until we became saw dust

The escapades to find light were endless with no result

When our philosophies became more supreme in our eyes than God’s

And then stepping stones became mountains

That even in recent times,

The reoccurrence of genesis to exodus with no revelation still happens

Because our eyes had been darkened

Remember when we were toddlers

And every theorist was a bluffer

We tried putting the switch on both sides

To see if it will stay

To see if there will be change

And just as the law is perfect

We ate the fruit and our minds perished

Because the Spirit was not in there

But I’m not trying to tell you anything different

Christ alone efficient

His grace alone is sufficient

And your minds to brace up!

So let your glass of space focus on Christ

To be identified by Him

And not dignified by any man

Cause’ when Christ is involved

The insignificant becomes magnificent

That reaching unto his hem

Throws all your past deeds
into abyss

And your first degree of light would be revealed

Our paths are clearer in Him

Becoming new brands in his clan

As we blossom
in His bosom

Even if I’m are wrong for thinking this way

If i am wrong for saying we choose Christ way

There is no logic to Him

For in Christ I’m determined

So you are ashamed of Him

Those of us at the back seat

He will be ashamed of you

In front of Our Papi

And even if you deny Him he can’t deny himself

For he is faithful enough to wait for you

But time waits for no man

So just Switch On to Christ

For in Him there is Light.

Hannah/Thoetanko

THE PRIESTLY GENERATION

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He looked afar in search of a kind

But in the lot, none worthy was found

The earth groaned, the heavens moaned

As darkness covered the people whole

Kings grew numb, princes too dumb

For servants rode horses and sin reigned on deaths throne

A cry was heard around the city walls

That of hope rekindled, joy reborn as chosen elites were brought forth

Redeemed from destruction, renewed by the Word

This kindred a wondrous sight to behold

Priests unto salvation, prophets unto redemption

To bring home the lost and weary souls

Armed with a clean spirit and wilful heart

These guide to reveal hidden mights

An array of mediators, an array of conquerors

All created to bring glory and honour to His throne

A channel of power, God’s mighty arsenal

Breaking through hell’s gated and fallow grounds

They turn not from their shepherd’s lead

They fear not even in the darkest deep

They march on along the righteous path representing Christ

A priestly generation ordained, the Kingdom’s light.

 

-JEDIDAIAH

Breaking News: AMNESTY; Oct 2, 2016!

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Man is brute; man is rude.

Man is mean; man means business.

Man loves money; man wants to be happy.

Man loves to look good; even at Goodluck, E.J’s expense.

Man loves to win, to rule, and to dominate.

Man rapes the systems, including his sisters.

Man eats chocolates, pizza, afang, and her babies too.

Man loves to lie; even with his own grandson.

Man is poor and needy; man is funny.

Man loves his friends, and hates his haters.

Man can kill a fly, a rat, a snake, a dream, and a friend as well.

Man is afraid of losing his friend; man is afraid of losing his life.

Man has desires; man needs God.

Man wants to be loved; man needs to be happy.

The man in man would never allow any man born of a woman to attain the state of a 100% qualification necessary for the best of life that he craves within himself. Therefore, every man plagued with the curse of a Homo-Sapiens genetic make-up, is unable to attain that 100% perfect life, which would enable him get a 100% cosmos reward, no matter how hard he tried. So he is left with the options of attaining the physical cosmos such as large homes and cars either by crook or by ‘conc’ work. On the other hand, the spiritual cosmos, the enjoyment of the finer things of life- his peace of mind, his happiness, he pursued with the fake promises that yoga, blue sea, landscape, a holiday at Ibiza, babies, charity, and the like gave to him.

America since 1776 and the world at large, have pursued more steadfastly than Usein Bolt during the last Olympics, the medal made of ‘happiness’, only to find their medal spreading her wings and flying away to her cleft home just like the American Bald eagle.

Economic recession, leading to depression; religious nepotism, leading to terrorism; love of self, leading to hike in crime rates; urbanization, industrialization, and pollution leading to global natural disasters; are the litmus indicators that man has not only failed himself but has been bound by powers and systems way beyond the Homo-Sapiens’ control. Man from the prehistoric times even until now is been held captive by a dark rule, a dark kingdom that entraps him in the prison life of self-destruction. The wisdoms and knowledge that constitute this kingdom’s system has made man sign to his own death and also sign away his freedom to this self-destructive reign of this dark rule, who on daily basis, ushers a blanket of blindness (the Dark Age) on his poor captives even in the midst of the Age of Enlightenment, the Kingdom of God long introduced in the Year of the Lord, even on this day of amnesty, Today! Today when you hear his voice, do not harden your heart as was done in the rebellion.

This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. 1

Bear in mind: from the day of John the Baptist and even now, the Kingdom of God suffers violence, and only the violent ones take it by force. 2

The Kingdom of God is God’s own very Rest from every human work, His own very Amnesty, the end of man trying to find God but to let God find him through faith in ‘the God efforts’.

This is His Will, Amnesty: for the Father’s Will is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in Him shall have eternal life, and He will raise him up at the last day. 3

This is the Work of God: to believe in the one He has sent. 4

Therefore, whoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God’s one and only son. 5

The commission: the Christ-a-poet Concept Nigeria, like Apostle Paul, has undertaken a project, commissioned by Christ Himself, to remit, forgive the sins of men by helping every man on earth to understand and respond sensibly to the Lord’s Amnesty on this year of the Lord, October 2, 2016.

The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight of the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor. – Luke 4: 18-19(NIV).

  • John 3: 19.
  • Matthew 11: 12.
  • John 6: 40.
  • John 6: 29.
  • John 3: 18.