Tag: life
HELLO DECEMBER: A Christmas Poem
One look at you and I knew you would be mother’s last
For mother did not just scream her best, she screamed her last
You were as perfect as perfect could be
The stars jubilated and the chill in the air agreed
I smiled that night I held you tight and called you mine
From the first day you came so alive
We could hardly wait for when you would be twenty five
So you could remind this world again
Of the birth of the one with a name above all names
Who took away our sins and our darkness became extinct
If only we could see you as more than just another ember
If only we could appreciate you as we did your brothers
If only we could refocus our priorities; binoculars
If only we could look beyond the spectacular
Then His light would penetrate our eyes and give us sight
Happy birthday December,
The days count with little to remember
They say you live for just thirty one
And we would have to face yet another 365 equals one
I only pray we celebrate the Christ everyday as we did in your wake
By Princess Pirinye and Ezeonyeka Godswill
My Belief, My Life by MsRay (Spoken Word)
What they didnt tell us about Silence by Egwu Nnanna (SpokenWord)
5+2 efforts
Religion has been nothing but a complex language,
A puzzle that never gets solved,
In the folds of my grey matter,
A mosaic with lots of mystery pieces,
A mortar of rules
There’s nothing my brain detests more
Than figures that never add up,
Or records of extraordinary events,
That stare nature in the eye and disobey her
Yet I find myself in their midst
All I know is we sniffed your mist,
The broken, sick and lost,
All we want is to get fixed,
And from the smell of what I’ve heard,
I knew you would quench,
The desert of a thirst we had
I had a hunch about our lunch
The idea of you feeding us,
These swam of crowd
But not with the 5 loaves and 2 fishes
Mother wrapped in case I grew hungry
You reminded me of math class
Another world of confusion I melt into,
But right there in my very presence
You made integration simple
5+2 equaled 5000 and 12
That day, I went home
With waves wrapped around my hairs,
All He needs is my little to make big
All He needs is my life to make it worth it
Olaoye Adeleye
(C) 2017
LOVE LIKE NO OTHER
It’s 4am in the morning
And one thing keeps me smiling
Feels like four Amens won’t do
When I hear of how much you love Jesus too
See there’s no other love quite like this one
He’s not just anyone, but The One
The Trinity: Father, Spirit, Son
This love renders one undone
Perfect present cleansing is this love
For me and you and 7 trillion others more
No truer song has ever been sung
Behold what manner of love the father has given unto us
This kind of love fills any void and colors in all grays
It’s how I draw each and every breath of my praise
This kind of love is untamed and unrestrained
Yes this love has a name, name above all names
Love so amazing (Amazon) it literally speaks life
Love so transforming; it’s 100% successful every time
Love so fulfilling it overflows: rivers of life
Love so immortal He never dies
If this love were a star, it would be a galaxy
If it were a drop, it would be the deep blue sea
If it were a minute, it would be eternity
It is something and simultaneously everything
Isn’t it odd that this Love is one so even
Isn’t it unforgivable the much we’ve been forgiven
Isn’t it inhuman his love for us humans
Isn’t it deep the height of this love from God for man
A free gift that paid the world’s most expensive debt
Blood-wash that leaves one white as snow
Removing the stains of sin, hurt, pain and regret
Priceless heirloom which on us was bestowed
Take a mirror and marvel: Love at work
Take a bible and Learn: Love’s architecture
Never was there any thing surer
Than this love of which we are born
The melody of my heartbeat is this love
The missing piece to every puzzle is this love
The song of my soul’s salvation is this love
The solution to every problem is this love
Sing aloud love’s song
Dance a jig for what love’s done
Love came for one and all
Love lives in all who answer the call
Like the season for this love I fall
Like the month I will march on and proclaim this love to all
This timeless gift is present and everlasting
It grows with every share, a love worth broadcasting
I relish in the thought of one day beholding love’s face
To see before me what was always within me: vase
Amazing love tis a sound so delish
I can only imagine what that would be
Oh the questions I’ll have when we meet face to face
Dear love, to be wrapped in your warm embrace
Yet somehow I feel all the questions may fade
But one thing I won’t hold back are the tears that’ll cascade
This love knew my pain and held on still
This love I threw away but he kept fellowship
This love I never deserved still he gave me him
This love I proclaim to see someday
Love that never led me astray
Love that always showed me the way
Love that made sure I was ok
Love is the reason I’m alive today
I dare say I love this love though so frail
For one thing, I’m sure would never fail
Is the love with which this love loves me every day
Hear me say I love this love once again
When once I tried my life to take
This love dove into my despair
When once I was shattered by heartache
My heart, this love, did mend and repair
When in doubt I stare at hopes gone
Love holds my hand and Faith restores
When words I cannot find to ease my heart
Love forms these lines that some call art
What’s in a name? What’s this love called?
This four-letter verb that has us enthralled?
The name, The Word, for a love so unique
That without it, my soul fades and my heart becomes weak
Perhaps when tomorrow will be in view
I would know what words could describe you
Perhaps my wonder as I stand in your view
Would let me see endless depths you love me through
This wonderful promise so amazing and true
It’s open to all, it’s available to you
Ready your heart for this gift we speak of
Christ’s unconditional and unchanging love
We testify of something so good for you
No need for diets you can’t overfeed on this truth
We write so you read and confess too
The love of God is true and for you
A poem by Lisa (www.1WritersHeart.com) and Godswill (www.christapoet.com)
GENERATIONS
I have really wise friends
I have really smart friends
And then I have these other friends. These ones I don’t know how to classify them.
For when you hear their thought process, you will wonder if this part of the body called a brain is vestigial in some animals.
When they utter words, you automatically want an occupation with hammers for every thing they say make you want to break their head.
But then I got to thinking;
6 years,
10 years;
200 years from now and these same ‘not so senseless’, poor in making decisions, and utterly tiring friends of mine would be known as ‘the ancestors’
A status men will begin to idolize.
I see us use a whole lot of our mind’s compartment to believe things that were told to us by people who couldn’t figure out simple things, I mean, some of the very learned of them actually argued that the earth was flat, like a table.
Hollup!
I am not even talking about the unlearned ones from your villages that birthed those you now call grandpa. Just imagine it.
They told you to pour drinks on the floor for the ancestors and you agree, well it’s *Omenala, so it can’t be broken.
They said a woman should be shorn when her husband dies and well, who are we to not obey the voices of ignorance passed down to us?
We carry knowledge like tentacles on a snail’s head but still slip back into the cave of ignorance we use to shell whatever good we can make of life, just because we have been told to ‘stand on the wisdom of the elders’,
Now guess who said that? ‘THE ELDERS’
I feel this is rigged.
Then our faith, love, strength, and even humanity is subject to a broken past called tradition,
Something that might have been suggested by a ‘not so smart’ old man who was only opportune to live before us.
So I take a stand today.
I will relate with the rules of the ancestors like they were still alive now
I will weigh their wisdom based on how wise it is, NOW!
I will not waste my time in their myth, only to satisfy their dead bones long gone with the sands of time.
I will make decisions now and then advice younger generations to learn from my words, but before I go from this earth;
I will let them know I wasn’t the wisest
I wasn’t the smartest
I was as man as man can be
And most of all;
As they grow, and find better ways to do what I said couldn’t be done,
They shouldn’t be afraid to discard my letters and fly the plane of their imaginations to outer space and back.
For no matter how sacred we decide to treat the scrolls of heroes past,
And bend always to their judgments on matters, using them as the ultimate yardstick to measure life.
I dare say that many of them were also as confused as we are at some points of important decisions,
And to crown it all, some chose wrongly.
Which only goes to say that we with them were all normal humans.
And if I won’t let another man dictate what I do and decide I run my life, I’m including the great ancestors too.
*Omenala is the Igbo(Nigerian Language) word that means tradition
FULL FOOL
It was clear that I wasn’t full of anything
But everyone could bet that I was full of myself.
You would think I would weigh a thousand tons when the contents of me were turned into a bag and placed on a weight but I am that feather
Blown
By every wind of doctrine.
See, I had seen suits;
Seasons 1 to 5, and 6, and 7,
Yet
Nothing in the whole seasons of life could suit to cover the empty shell I hid in the well pressed excuse of the suit I wore. ME.
The real me;
Who knew nothing. Just occasional passages from the bible I could jump on, and like a frog; hip-hop on from time to time just to prove that I haven’t been listening to the ‘devil’s music’ and so I dress to kill, looking ‘smart’ on Sundays, my proof that I was scent enough. And I was worthy enough to lift up holy hands with. The cufflinks of doubts connecting my wrist to my chest.
I was unworthy! And I knew it!
I knew it, because whenever I saw people dig in the corners of new buildings around my house I saw something I would never be; WELL.
I felt alone in the world
I knew what I had wasn’t enough
I even told friends I needed space for it felt more natural to the man I was
We all did church, but when I checked how far I had come with what I called the gospel,
I knew it was useless
You are saved by him,
But you are condemned,
Unless you save yourself.
But that was before his light came
The light came
Delight came when his light came
It tasted sweet but I wept;
oxymoron like sugarcane
I got to know how good I was
I got to know who he was
And he told me who I was;
Till then I had always felt I knew so much
But the fool in me was revealed when the wise in him chose a foolish way to change the full in me.
I emptied myself and took him in
And till now,
I’m still intoxicated by the love he gave.
I can now brag about being full
And I don’t need to be full of myself to do it.
It was the first time I learnt, that the first ‘useless’ letter of him, could arrest the empty space in me and make me ‘W’hole.
Christ a poet 