Hilltop Life

Life is that way sometimes
Takes you uphill and presents
You with the luxury of returning
to where you first began

Work is that way sometimes
Regardless of your love for the climb
your bent back will boast of burdens borne
and your reward is just another climb

Rest is that way sometimes
It titillates you to the hilltop
Then bores a hole deep in your soul
So you go climbing for her again

Four verses four lines each
Living could be more than hills on threes
Keep making that trip to the top
and sow seeds of you with every step

– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2021

The End

Maybe we look for the flaws in others
to remind ourselves that we are not alone
Maybe we know that “to be honest…”
Is how we tell people that perfect is momentary

To be broken is human
To be human is broken
Maybe we hold on to our pieces
to make-up our stained glass beauty

Cycles are how we make sense of this globe
Always on a journey to where we’ve been before
We cannot stop, pauses hurts our pulses
So our heart aches for more courses

The good news is soon this too will end
You and I will give up our floors and flaws
Someone else will renew this game that we spoilt
What will become of us rests in today’s choice

– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2021

Tale to God

Sorry God! Sorry for the failure we have become
Our hearts have been sold out to the wickedness of this world,
We have made into history – your doctrines and instructions
Made available for us.

Man against man, white against black,
Hate for love and the circle is endless
For our hands have been soiled
Covered in the many evils we carry
Like a second skin.

Walking everyday in search of the next victim,
Even your sanctuary has become a cemetery
For the burying of evil deeds.

Sorry God! I tender this tale for all humanity.

– Words of Edet
(c) 2020

Waking


I’m waking up again
I used to write mornings till I grew too cocky to crow at dawn
The sentences without blemish I’d pen to grow
I stopped for some reason I can’t fathom
I guess I wanted more style, or fact driven
I chased earnings becoming more consequential
I feel the reign coming, thought clouds from deep within evaporate into bare paper

I’m waking up again.
A flood alarm,
The flood I am, it’s not my time but I can’t wait.
Horns in hand, my head grows obligatory weight
Alcohol isn’t the only thing I drink responsibly

My aunt Chi told to watch out;
That when my eyes are too much,
I’m getting selfish
And so I close my eyes when whenever I write
It takes a toll on my poetry, and my pride too.

Or should I say “used to?”
I’m waking…

The Niel Quchi
(c) 2020

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The Real Heartbreaker

Dear heart, how long will you fail mankind?
Fail to believe, fail to act
Fail to think deep, fail to rise

The grey haired are to be epitome of wisdom and glory
Knowledge and insight
But then you have a knack for changing handwritings as you please
Oh heart!

The young are symbols for strength, vision but your luring ability hijacks like a virus, their strength for promiscuity

You, dear heart is the real heart breaker in all these
You give out poison and is also infected by it
Who will help the heart?
Christ, the King of hearts

BrightObong
(c) 2020

Dominion

How do you explain the distress of nations
With fear and depress so much to mention;
Countries running helter skelter for help
Doctors wondering whether their impact will be felt
The media hunting latest news to saturate the air
Now the air is filled with Panic and too polluted to inhale
A decent handshake is enough to be suspicious
You flee when your brother clears his throat because you’re cautious
You adjust when your sister worships God in tears because even tears is contagious
So what do we make out of Romans 16:16 where the churches of Christ are sent with greetings of kisses?

Borders shut down for safety
Airports closed up for security
Social gatherings suspended
With no clue of revert intended
Economic activities are on hold
Even the weather seems uneasy to the face of this wanton unfold of a virus
Causing stampede to world powers in such a way that is disastrous
Introducing new words and giving the people new tongues
So it’s either you social distant, isolate or quarantine.

The next thing we heard was an announcement;
Every religious gatherings is hereby ordered to stop until further notice
A subtle penetration into the church that the ordinary mind may not catch
But we the soldiers of Christ as a strong army are on the march
We are not at ease in Zion.

That enemy touring the towns  like a  roaring lion
is incapacitated as we pray-a-thon;
His frustration keeps increasing as we speak in tongues
Of course, these are signs that the end is near
But we are not engrossed in fear
We have the shield of faith with the word
We have come into oneness with the son
The confidence we have in the Father remains evergreen in our minds
As it is written, we are his witnesses from Jerusalem to the ends of the earth
So any other thing spreading from China to other parts is not a threat
For the birth of Jesus is a sure bet that we have been born to rule over death.

– Lady Nancy
(c) 2020