Piloting my life
Is never easy.
Stormy tempest
Whirlwind, dangers here
dangers there.
I look up to great captains,
I download their pictures,
Listen to their audios,
Meditate on their stories and voyages.
But it is never easy.
It is never easy for me
And I known it is never easy for you too.
My age advances with pace
Yet my knowledge and accomplishments
Crawls behind.
Surely, I will win this life
Like a super legend
For it is written long ago
‘I AM MORE THAN A CONQUEROR.’
Ugwu David C. ©2023
I fear for the man with the microphone
He must speak that which was spoken to him
But does he listen only to speak to the crowd
Can he listen enough to listen while he speaks
I wonder at the woman with the microphone
Laid out in beautiful worship before her Lord
Does her feet still know the grounds of this world
Will this dance of transcendence translate or transform
I fear and I wonder at the man I could be
Microphone in hand, driven by more than I can transmit
I pray that my eyes and heart never know another Lord
That I never be left on my own with a microphone
I wonder at the people we will be, microphone in hand
Telling of his love, revealing to all what they need to hear
More than words we can describe yet we raise a sound
So I pray with the microphone in our hands only Him will be heard
Ezeonyeka Godswill
Oraegbu Philipa
(c) 2022
Listen
It’s easy to talk,
They talk and talk,
Till no one listens,
Thinking its madness,
Talking off point,
Without reasoning and compiling,
Repeating words sequentially.
Listen more talk less.
A speech of many words,
Words are lost, sin is present,
Wisdom and knowledge limited.
Don’t talk! Not because you can’t
But because in listening you learn,
And store up words for later.
When you talk you talk wisdom,
They’ll love listening to you.
Charles Young
©2021
Drip drop, drip drop
Soon enough creates a pond
Flip flop, flip flop
Booted once makes a thud
Observation is traversing
In a field of motionless activity
Eyes on a water sphere above
And then on the growing rivulet below
Ears trace the patter of soft unsteady feet
Listening as moments age
– Rebekah E.
(c) 2020
Listen
Your heart beats a melody
Listen
The world rejoices in novelty
Listen
You are here by another’s will
Listen
The Word is how you navigate this
Listen
You must be thirsty.
What drink would you love?
Water of life is always a great choice!
We live in the feelings of these little choices.
Live by choice.
Leave by choice
Regrets and bitterness in past 31
Lift by choice
Your spirits heights above where Jews lie
Leafy choices
Can be lost in this wind so hold tight
Newness is your guest today
Make the best of it
Dance!
When you can and can’t
You deserve presence,
Gift yourself the present of you
Now is a good time to live.
So dance, teach time to
Breathe, see, listen and feel
Make it wait on you.
St. Davnique
Godswill Ezeonyeka
©2020
Let your hair down
Breathe
You’ve come this far
See
This is not destination
Listen
But home is where you are
Feel
The moon takes us through another 31
Live
Begin by breath.
One. Two.
Exhale the stress, excess, excuses.
Inhale the miracle of your heart beating hard.
The journey of a thousand miles
One step
The expectation of many lives
One thought
This is reset if you don’t clone it
Welcome to another opportunity
Crown it
Continue by Sight.
Lashes up and it’s a new day!
We are always at the start of things
And it’s okay.
And now that I have you here,
Can you hear?
Can we sit and lock hearts?
Rest a while on my chest
I will do same.
We are simply different patterns from a cloth.
Our roads have led us here.
Let’s celebrate this beautiful silence.
St. Davnique
Godswill Ezeonyeka
©2020
I have made up my mind not to lie
I will not quarrel with anybody till I die
I will restrain my tongue from speaking evil
and any word rooted in the devil
I will not despise anybody at any level
I will sing a new song to the Lord
I will make memories with no sword
I will keep my heart stayed on him
and my love will flow beyond the stream
I will crest his word on the tablet of my heart
I will preach the gospel with all boldness
I will proclaim that I have His life in fullness
I will listen to the still small voice in me
and I will put all of my trust in thee
I will shine my light for the whole world to see
Lady Nancy
©2020
One pill…
Two pills…
Three pills…
And another…take my hands.
Isn’t that a perfect metaphor for how you go bananas, dig your feet into those coloured clips, stain your teeth with the feel, stain your fill with the filth, and assume the other filths fade?
Isn’t that how it makes you feel? The peel? No?
Then talk to me.
I want to hear it…take my hands.
This time, get high on the drug of my attention, snort on my love and exhale passion, and if clasping my hands will help, take them, let the tension go.
At first I didn’t listen because I thought it wasn’t you speaking. Your liver called out to me, your lungs did too, your strained heart cried out to me, I heard a million tears fall from your triggered body.
I don’t know and I probably won’t understand you. But I know that nobody puts a gun at his throat and expects to survive.
Give me the gun, and take my hands.
Dear Amanda
Ice Nwa Ǹkwọ
D. Niel Quchi
© 2020
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