Solitude is addictive
Still you must make accommodation
You must break these walls of loneliness
Let at least few come in
Yes chaos will creep in
But peoples spirit
Will light your heart
With _FIRE_
Ugwu David C.
©2023
Tag: Few
What’s in my hands
What’s in my hands?
The flag of kingdom built with light beams
A torch burning with the passion of Christ’s dream
A Divine treasure given to a chosen few,
cognizant that the sight from silence isn’t always a golden view
What’s in my hands?
Mare skin, bones and tissue
Ability, to make what he wills of life’s issues
Responsibility, Ben Parker’s words again reflected
to who much is given, much is expected.
Ini Brown
©2021
LOT’S BROTHER-IN-LAW
Take me back to Gwags;
Let me remake the lags and crags that tripped me forward into UNN.
I thought myself a goner, no Arsenal, and yet I won the war with a few good men.
Barely two years into
UNN my issues
Pointed me to people
Who would grow me into
Feet that would fill great shoes
Burst ma brain, no pimples
I ran into you people
Now I’m pretty grateful
So if you take me back to Gwags
I won’t need the swag
That once was a must-have
No, right now, I have Christ
That sure peace I roll on
That faith is my profession
Tertiary choices once lay ahead of me
A barrier between
the now then and this
I chose first indeed
But God will have his
Abrahaming through lands,
I was my own Isaac – the Son was in the Man
God asked for my sacrifice
I kept dodging all his eyes
I thought that I was wise
Arguing through all his whys
But let me remake
The crags and lags that made
me trip into UNN
Let’s see what happened then…
The Niel Quchi
© 2020
LETTER TO THE BRIDE OF CHRIST
Dear damsel of Honour
A few words for you that may not hurt
Your role is quite exquisite
Therefore you must be all it takes, no exceptions
A gentle heart, quite accommodating
Large enough to fit in all the lost sheep
You must know how to tend to a shoal of fishes in an unbroken net
Making dinner is a routine
Please no recipes in the wrong sauce
Only serve at tables with your hair dyed a deep red
A prove you have been sealed with the blood of the lamb
You should be an epitome of beauty
Something competitors can emulate
You need a Joseph’s store of patience and obedience
To last till the troupes waiting in line linger
Your eyes must only be on the Lord
Don’t glance elsewhere, they’re all dead mirage
His instructions must be your delight
A rebellious mind he does despise
Please fill your soul with the deepest love
Leaving no void for another to fill
Pride will leave you where the Nephilims’ are
Don’t hesitate to fall at his feet
You have to be a perfect mother
Who knows the secret remedy to all her children’s whims
Rebekah E.
© 2020
What Masks?
The masks represent the pretense we young people of nowadays arm ourselves with in the society.
Even online, and in front of our families;
few of us remain our true selves.
Then there is still the influence of our society on each of us, causing us to choose the version of ourselves that will let us survive.
Only God knows what I really look like.
Niel Quchi
© 2020
Sleep
Let’s talk about sleep
There is a sin in sleep
The sin of drunkenness
When men are not sober and careful
When you no longer watch and pray
Let’s talk about sleep
That which you do in closed eyes
Dark nights
When your lamp is out
When your love waxes cold
So how do you not sleep?
Watch and pray
Shut up and ponder the Word
Let your words be few
For a man of many words , is a man of deep sleep
And when you don’t sleep
You become a star
A light in the dark world of heavy sleepers
And you will extinguish darkness wherever you go
Making the Kingdom come
The LORD never sleeps and never slumbers
Learn a sober and self controlled lesson
His army is a people of an alert watching and waiting
Are you in the LORD’s army?
What are you waiting for?
The LORD gives to His beloved sleep
In His presence is joy and pleasures for ever more
This is not like the fleeting pleasures of sin
This is the orgasm of resurrection
The sleep He gives is the resurrection of a living sacrifice
While men slept, the enemy sows tars
Your old men shall dream dreams
You sleep in order to dream
This is a word for the wise at heart
A promise for them who have a track record of the fear of God
Favour Omeje
© 2020
10 Eyes
In attempts to be more adept at poetry,
I try to see everything as an analogy of an analogy,
I make little lines from the footprints of my pen,
Intended to paint, clear or animate this, that, now or then.
Its an intricate tapestry of perspective and effect,
Itself offering a distraction difficult to reject;
I watch the world tick its details, past a few chores at me;
Intent on noticing the tiniest of implications, scene and unseen.
If perhaps, like me, you’ve hoped to grow;
I hope you’ve seen the eyes in a row.
The Niel
© 2019
Balcony
A good journey is made up of few events,
but one important thing
Is a happy and relieved ending.
I have seen
The journeys the men of my country,
And seen that they have
only begun to stop fighting like animals.
Now we fight a different way.
But to fight like that is not expected of my journey.
Yet this balcony of exclusion
While keeping me
Safe from the journeys of other people,
keeps all the stories I would learn away from me.
Okay, I’m going inside
The Niel
© 2019
Christ a poet 