Category: Poems

LOVE LETTERS

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Ages ago on Calvary’s abode
On chiseled trees and rugged terrains
Between the cross and the shame
A cruci-fixion show to fix my soul
That my Saviour came all alone
From Glory to fill my dying soul
Changing charges for me in a death row
From negative to positive
Yet he went through the reverse horrible flow
Just for me to be saved
All because He loves me
Even more than He loves Himself

He became the first love letter
Written with His life and His blood as the ink
Being read with grace
And embraced by true believing hearts
For this His word says
That greater love has no man shown
That even while we were yet sinners
Christ came to die for us
Oh! what a bleeding love letter
Filled with mercy and tears
That looked beyond my weaknesses
And turned this Sinner into a Saint
And so we all are
Thanks to His work on Calvary’s cross

So what then?
I mean what next?
So a letter he became
Letters he made us as His aim
To carry His Kingdom and His name
Giving Him all the fame
In everything and everyday
Surrendering all to Him
In love like no child’s play
We are His letters of love
Written not on stony tablets
But on heart tablets
The ink being His life poured on us
Due to His Holy Spirit upon our lives
Through our redemption on Calvary’s cross

So let the world daily read
Not sin but holiness
Not lust but love
Not hatred but compassion
Not unforgiveness but forgiveness
Not lies but truth
Not evil but good
Not foolishness but wisdom
Not malice but forbearance
Not hypocrisy but sincerity
But above all
Let the world see Christ
Reigning In the midst our hearts
With “love works” at its peak
Extinguishing the flames of selfish deeds
“For Just as He is, so we are on Earth”

For we truly are letters of His love
An extention of His Kingdom on Earth
But just before I drop my pen
I will love to ask”How is your letter being read?”

By
Kenneth Ebisike
Official CAP Poet

Invasion 2016

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Let me tell you about poetry
Sea shores swirling serenading sore
Shapes stuck on sweetness’ soot soar
Seedlings of self sown as eyes set on shooting stars
Step back a bit and you’ll see
Pieces of people pooled  peculiarly together
To peer past two, no… more pens as they paint their peaks
At the power of the Prince of Peace
The bursting ecstasy of fulfillment it gives
Curled up in the loins of our hearts
The beauty to be unleashed
Let me tell you about Penspeak
Lights, stage, words…
The fiery blasts of the tips of our pens
Spilling words that cut through thick and thin
Thick and thin…
We are planning an invasion
Taking over situations
Making ways to conquer nations
To plunder every heart
Raid all senses till all you have left
Are just lenses shading away all false gists
Twin towers watching over mines
Gems hidden underneath the earth’s eyes
Sprouting out ferns of love budding into guarded commentaries
Bearing forth fruits of truth
Worthily wielding swords of truth
Words of wisdom cladding our hopeful youths
The vision of wickedness put to shame by truth’s warden
Not wandering in the worldly vices
Not stumbling in ungodly crisis
We repping the ever-living justice
Our mission an unending message
We have got high frequencies
Connected to the heavenly chassis
Heavenly insights giving hope
To faithful attendants of our teachers directives
Unleavened loaves of purity
Expanding the waves of charity
Let me tell you about Penspeak
Lights, stage, words…
One mic, One message, One God.

-The Christapoet Team
#Penspeak2016
#INVASION2016
#May19th
#UNN

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M.A.D

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I know no one saw this coming
People who know me than would confess that this is absolutely stunning
That I could leave my life bare and naked
Feeding on worthless words or so they call it…
No one seems to fathom why all of a sudden
I am changing better yet transforming
And it seems my senses are dead so they call me mad

I know its no more news that I am ‘Born again’
But why do I have to change so much
Why do I no longer fit into who I used to be
Why cant I just be normal like others they ask
I just wish I had a more soothing answer
The truth is when I met Him, we made a life transaction
The profit margin was beyond amazing so I gave in
Now I live like He would and that for me is my truth
That you think I’m mad is no shock, I think so too
He made a difference in me and that’s why I can’t be like you

LIVING FOR DEADLINES

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Today happens to me
The singing birds, blasts about here, twinkling trinkets and a twenty storey tall thing
More things to fling aside, files to flush down procastination’s swift sweet sink
Seductively thrashing priced pieces, fixing feet simply as crossed
Arms akimbo, loosened collars and buckles, bland collection of framed truce
Activity trounced, ability bounced out of life’s arena
Staying the day’s nagging throb, curling to turn up undone
By time catching you napping

Race to the line, dazed, crazed frantic cry and shabby shifts
To make up for gone time, ignoring existential web’s continuous reconstructions
As once valid connections evaporate into picture-captured past
As lines of a story turn with the pages of a metamorphosing being
And the bus leaves behind late folks, sobbing and wailing and spitting and cursing

Deadlines
Set, written, rattling, scramble stirring
Dead lines
Hearts set on nothing but now-mores, mere norms, immediate loves
Temporal joys
For such fleeting trims of fate-doomed creatures, careless misfortune excitedly devours
Hope beyond here and now fires up a life to press past the deadline
To meet it before it comes, to take it captive, to liberate the task from time’s chains
Into purpose permeating every fibre, stretching into forever.

THE MUNDANE AND THE EXISTENTIAL

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You sip tea
I gaze at stars
You talk Gucci and Versache
I dream of elliptical galaxies
You wonder about the broken CD plates
While I contemplate purpose and the universe
You’re bored with video games
I’m lost in the nothingness of a black hole

That dish is delicious!
And thundering waterfalls inspire awe
That bush track’s filled with soldier ants!
What if  asteroids destroy our planet?
Mary says she’s in love
What is the meaning of life?
And here, we converge

We’re worlds apart
In one world
You’re all over the place, and minding them all
I’m all tucked into mental space, minding it all
We’re looking for it
In different ways

If you race away, slow down to reflect
If you’re stasis-afflicted, dare to take the believing leap
If you are scattered between these, thoughtfully gird your loins
Then fly
Believe, then proceed
Receive, and live, as God’s spirit leads
Striving questions may weaken, may drive to hysterically empty preoccupations
The eternal answer is enough
To calm a raging sea, a stormy soul.

MOVE

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Time ticks off, falls flat to crimson curvature with space’s sunset
I look into you to feel free, lay down now at night’s short rest
Wishing it would last forever
So I’m mired in sleep-walking living free frigid spree, spin-spiralled skull
Schooled in conservative cram and crumple, effortless troublesomeness
Life for passer-by, five fingers stuck in cupped-pocket, cut-off chains
Self-made dungeon
Living?

To breathe is, for you, brief misery, soured serenade, multiple invariance
Shriek sharply, shrink shamefacedly, stop to turn away
But I’m calling out still: I love you, please stop staring from that distance…
Freshness breezes in with the relinquishing of safe-stand-style
Dare, and find fairness within, without, above and around
Let love flow freely, let your fear of it fall off, let the thaw be of it, not your heart’s

Love is a move, and the humblest play best
Love is life, everything brings a shade of this truth
Even evenings darkened by bin-spinning dins, singing fateful dirge-like sounds
The absence tells of it, quietly, loudly
The presence is uplifting, gifting enrapturing, enlivening
So let the feet steal the march on fear
The crafter of the galaxies stands less than a breath away
He wants to fly through you
Give you to Him, watch love win, see trembling die, know courage
Live life strong, if calmly, steer home to forever
From a priceless touchdown moment
Now.

HOPE AND THE LONGING

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I love you, but I can’t tell you so
I’m too proud of my castle, my stick-to-it place
I burn here in summer’s heat, freeze in winter’s chill
But I can’t tell you that I love you
I’m too afraid of love
I’m too afraid I’ll be disappointed
I’m scared it’ll fail

So we are separated
You’ve made me offers, I’ve looked hard at them
They seem sweet at times, tortuous moments later
You are a wonder and a strict blunt plainness
You are beautiful beyond measure
Too beautiful; I cringe and hide from your face, cos its too fair

You make demands I can’t fulfill
You tell me you’re for me, but I must give up first
I have nothing apart from my little castle, my heart’s small corner
Life’s ravages have stolen all else
My disappointments have eaten away at every other field
How can I finally die, just to come alive?

You are my longing, though my mind seldom recognizes this
This fight must end, this weary heart must find rest
So I give in to you nevertheless
If you’ve been this patient, you must truly care as you say
I’ve wanted not to hope
But hoping in you is the only chance I have
To stay alive.

EVERYDAY JESUS…lives in you

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Okay, first of all … I am eternal. I would have said ‘we’ but I’ve learnt to be careful about accusing other people of their own immortality… I am eternal, and I have an offer for you.

God has given us himself, not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death, not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons; day to day, he invites us to say, and know!! Yes …we are eternal.

I want to tell you tales of how I chased tails, and I mean females, but what ails me to spell well about is the fact that we are sleeping walking. While lullabies of ‘May God bless you’ are repeated like broken records, we fix our pupils on the flesh and let men leads us whose lids are shut by pointless efforts of trying to ‘get rich or die trying’. 

I am he who gives you the power to make wealth, says the Lord of Lords.

God has given us himself, not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons; day to day he invites us to say, and know! Yes… we are eternal.

There was once a rich man whose servants were off in other lands busy with businesses that were to bring their master more wealth. He had provided to reward richly the ones who were most profitable.

But the servants ran their businesses into debt and had to go into slavery to pay their debts. But the rich man had a plan, he told it to one man; and sent hints of it to his servants in slavery…

The son of the rich man was sent to lend a hand to the enslaved servants, but they didn’t recognize him so they grabbed and gave him to their creditor who recognized him and was only too happy to sign the deal.

Now, free, the servants wandered about afraid to return to their master while the son served their sentence in the creditors den…but then, the son of the rich man, like his father, was a business genius and 3 years later, from being a slave, the son took over the creditor’s business.

The servants were all gathered in one place one day when the Son walked up of them. They were afraid, but he calmed them, ‘it was all part of the plan to free you from your creditor and take over the creditors business so he would never enslave you that way again. My father sent me to tell you he’s adopting you as his children. I will be your brother if you accept his invitation.’

The servants were overjoyed, because as children of the rich man they would be entitled to all his wealth. They’d never work another day.

‘No’, the son said, ‘Go into all the world and tell the good news of what my father has done; through me to prove his offer’.

God has given us himself not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death and not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons day to day He invites us to say , to know, yes… we are eternal.

The simplicity of this analogy leaves me living with one thing left to leave before I leave. I offer you, God offers you the offer to offer your body as a living sacrifice to be joined to him as one spirit… and don’t think like the world wants you to, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind so that you can prove what is that perfect, good and acceptable will of God …who given us the ministry of reconciliation, and all things needed for life and godliness, and all spiritual blessings in heavenly places…

There are no blessings in heaven for you… because, God has given us himself not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death and not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons day to day he invites us, to say, to know, yes!… we are eternal.

If you accept his offer, you can bless someone today! By saying it, knowing it … remind them, surprise them, say to them, ‘we are eternal’. Because Everyday, Jesus is.