Tag: love
The Most beautiful Girl- Part 2
Years pass and she remains a sister to me
A perfect relationship divorce can’t sever
There is no ‘more‘ to want
Her love is complete and I am satisfied
Until the 99th night she passed at my house
She wakes at midnight to find my fingers on her breast
With a push from her I land on the floor
On getting up I see the hurt and unbelief in her eyes as tears roll down her cheeks
There is no explanation to her or myself of my actions
No words are exchanged
The wait for dawn is like waiting for Jesus’ second coming
I curl on the floor while she clutches herself tightly on the bed with occasional sniffs
I die a thousand death in a thousand ways, all by suicide
She leaves as morning comes
Apologies are meant for explainable crimes, not inconceivable ones
This crime should not be apologized for nor forgiven
A lot of water pass under the bridge and today I cry;
I cry because she visits last week and wraps me in a hug
We go for walks and she leans on me like old times
Like I didn’t abuse her
She has a golden heart but the most I expect are patches;
A hand sewn cloth thread with caution
She disappoints me with total abandonment and oblivion of the past
I cry for I don’t deserve her yet I have her
Her name is Grace
ChyD
© 2019
OPEN LETTERS
These letters I write to you Lord are tattered
Like my heart now in pieces
And I know it sounds awkward saying this
But, I have experienced so much change
Become unpredictable like the weather
I don’t even know my mirror anymore
I am stuck in this abyss,
Now Knocked out by life, because I floored
So I need an opening or a door
To escape into your bliss
To experience those moments I once reminiscence about
But my life seems like it has gone south
The walls of my soul has come crumbling down
My crown, I now wear with a scarlet gown
And your love, I have moon walked away from
Every morning, I drown in my own tears
And at night fall I take pleasure talking about my fears
I don’t understand how I have become
A stranger to you and my self
So I can only hope my letters rise to the sky like incense
As my prayer are littered all over those papers
I hope that as I dig through your word again to unearth my goldmine
I pray that you would patiently build my faith again like a skyscraper
Keep me from being as loose as a kite blown by every wind and doctrine
Show me how to love again with great affection
So that your grace will be only song I continually play on my selection
As you teach me to walk on water again despite my imperfection
I am sure then,
That My life will finally make sense again
Isoje Victor
© 2019
A fool
Let me be a fool;
Lend to a friend that never refunds
With him going not a sorrowing
Break my fast at night
Sharing with a pot-bellied drunk
Without puncturing his food-filled belly
Let me be a fool;
Forgive the most heinous crimes
with no reference to ‘forgive but don’t forget’;
Unlearn the act of saying ‘No’;
Yes to my inconvenience and sufferance
If it’s in giving a helping hand
Let me be a fool;
Grow a heart so big it’s a foster home
For all religion, colour, status and age
Curl over grenades of lies, abuse and hurt
In a bid to save my home
Let me be a fool;
Be silent for the sake of peace
And Eloquent for love
End the search for purpose
And embrace love as my sole purpose
Let me be a fool;
Travel miles on foot for love
With no clue what to expect at my destination;
Still travel with a prior prophecy of doom of my trip
Let me be a fool for love
Let me live and die for love
ChyD
© 2019
Swimming in molten streams
You say your heart leapt when our paths first crossed
That my frame made you melt, shook you shoulders in spasms
You say sparks flew in our sights when they first locked
Like rough iron faces slamming together
At the start of a melding of souls
You say molten streams surged up your skin when we held hands
Roaring and smashing and battering and burning and sinking us
You say we swam and splashed in pleasant thoughts of each other
Together, woven up in skyward soars and seaward plunges
A glinting pearl of cosmic thirst for love quenched
You say I played up your craving heart like a game
Hugs for dice, kisses for cards, every moment a bet tied match
You claim I aimed for your delicate core
Where trust sits tightest, where hurt cuts deepest
And yes, you say I fractured your fragile soul with imaginings not lived out
You say you’ll be wrecked no more
So you sit beside loving hate and cursing smiles
You raise a cynic facade to mock a mirthless world
But you die a million times over on your insides
You shut sunlight out to mourn love lost in secret darkness
You’re coming round to truth now
For we did swim and splash and sink in love’s molten streams
But I became the life raft to keep your shaken frame afloat
The burden of wreck forced your pained flight from Light
But I’ve owned it as paddle to steer you back to me
Ikenna Nwachukwu Alexander
© 2019
You are a Blessing and that’s no joke at all.
It is tempting!
Especially when you live in a country like Nigeria where you are struggling to make ends meet here, trying to raise a Godly family in Nigeria, watching the level of corruption in the system, living daily in fear of kidnap, rape, one chance, 419, Islamist agenda’s, neck deep in Insurgence, SARS ‘wahala’ , lets not even get into NEPA and politics. Bottom line, with all this temptation left right and centre, my brothers and sisters
It is very tempting! To dwell on the curse.
To sleep with a negative and overly cautious mind, always anxious and suspecting every feather that drops next to you.
It is tempting to pay more attention to the curse.
But listen to this as you read carefully, we all must be conscious about Blessing others.
Pray the blessing upon yourself and your family every time. Pray for those who hate you, bless those who curse you, this is the key to make us thrive.
Why? you might ask?
The answer is simple, Where the Blessing exists, the Curse cannot!
Where the Blessing exists, the Curse cannot.
If I am blessed and you are blessed and your families are blessed and the ones who hate you are blessed, then there is a blessing in the Land and the Curse is inevitably lifted.
This has been God’s strategy from the beginning. He looked upon a dead and dark world and on it He poured an Eternal Blessing. A Blood so pure it washes clean all who receive His touch.
The root word “Bless” means to “Be marked by Blood”. A far more deeper meaning than its mistaken cousin “Bliss” which refers to the pleasures of things.
To pray for the Blessing of God on all people and upon all nations is to reinforce the place of Light in this earth.
It is to invoke an everlasting covenant God cut in His very own Blood. Living Blood He used to build the earth’s New foundation.
The one that we have not yet seen but by every faithful “God Bless you” we speak, we believe.
In every heartfelt prayer for the nations, for the ones who hate us, for a lost generation found in Christ we believe.
We are Marked by Eternal Covenant to mark others. Blessed to Bless nations.
No pipe that water flows through can ever be dry.
Today deliberately choose, decide to be a blessing. Speak Life and not death into situations, Shine light in honesty and truth , don’t cower in darkness. Don’t you dare blend in the crowd. You are made to stand out, to be a shining example, a city set on a hill cannot be hidden.
If you didn’t know before, now you do.
You Are A Blessing.
———–
Wahala: Nigerian slang for “troubles” or “problems”
©Msray 2019
GOD’S LETTER
This love that leaves a bitter taste on my tongue
Is the sacrifice I promised I would have for you despite your flaws
You give me your heart in pieces
your brokenness is what I long for
the only thing I want from you
Mending is what I do with you
This process that shows you the love I hope you see
And I hope imprints on you
I do not give your heart back in pieces
I give you this new one, designed to be bound to me
Your gaze makes me feel like
I’m all there is in your heart
I tuck your hair behind your ear
Hold your hand, look at your face
I want you to follow me
I definitely have a lot to show you
IFIOKABASI OKOP
© 2019
A chip of ice- for mum
Your teardrops would battle fiercely
From the corners of your eyes
They would force their way through
The rigid, unyielding valley of your eyelids
And when they fell
They would stab your cheeks, twist your nose
And sting the recesses of your jaw
Yet when they fell,
They were like the sudden rain that mocked the Sahara
Like the mango tree growing in the Arctic
They were a wonder, and so were you.
For you loved me
Like icy cold, angry waters hammering on rocks
Falling
From unbelievable heights, through the distance between us
Screaming, raging and filled with the frustration
That your decades had fed you
As you crisscrossed naked open seas, flogged by the sun
And through lush green forests
With dwindling mud tracks and filthy streams
Falling
Defying boulders and meanders that had beaten you into thin ice
And kept you on your tiptoes with your back bent
Trying to meet my needs
Through cold, dark nights when you slept
With the biting in your belly
With the uncertainty of worry
Yet you flowed, silent and rapid
Falling,
Through the secrets you swallowed as you went by
And the hurts which never made you cry
And the sorrows you fought to bring forth life
With a charming smile on your face.
You shamed the hardness
That shaped your life
And you crashed against my rocky heart
With the weight of ages of ice
You flogged me, you tore me, you tested me
In my blindness, you were my foe
But I have received the warmth sparked
By the slap of your coldness
And I have melted in love
Your love is hidden in my heart of ice
Ndubuisi Chioma J
© 2019
Christ a poet 