The corpse of an idea
A zombie in my mind
I aim far a head
My time slips by as I bid time
Calculating the different ways to save time
Constantly telling myself how I should be
chaste
While I think off the skirts that I could’ve
chased
Its like I let my potential just waste
While growing, adding, learning at no haste
Write, hand, write for you were made to.
My life feels like a movie part too.
I look to Jesus,
So when I’m down, I know I’m up next.
The Niel
© 2019
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
Dead zone
Broken soul
Scary shadows
Those are rhythms of a poor old kid
Whose ways never pleased anyone, not even herself.
No hope
Buried grace
Weak for the race
Those are top list words recorded in the word billboard of her mind
She used to be of the royal line
But now goodness turned to lime
She sees God’s intentions as the least
Her faith so rusty and loosen like an abandoned screw
There she becomes a beast that feast with the devil.
Records of heart failures
Impotent to believe the best inside
Drenched with the thoughts of discovery
Draining in the memory lane of no understanding
Tears from the sole of the heart dripping down like flood yet none sees these flood of questions buried in tears
Travelling alone in travail… I weep in smiles…
Because in my green days have I grown grey because am yet to discover the me in me
In silenced smiles I’m drown in fears because my mind has become aged in thoughts
Hold my weeping mind
Embrace my tears in warmth,
Caress me with words of rescue
Carry me in the wings of warmth understanding
For I drown in silence
Oh…save me from this destiny device
For I transit into the groove of eternity
My powerhouse drowns
I plead for restoration if that exist
I seek for redemption for this battle is beyond me
Nonye
The Alchemist
© 2019
Telling people about Jesus is the Best thing that can happen to anyone. The more you delay serving the Lord, the more you are slowing down and running away from God’s blessings. The thing is the more the delay, you are not only slowing yourself down, but you are slowing other people down too. These are the people you are supposed to be telling about Jesus.
Literally, you are slowing down the growth and prosperity of these chain people because you haven’t told them,so they can’t tell others. What are you waiting for? Do you know that the more you tell people about him, the more you understand him. Begin to tell people about Jesus. Don’t be selfish about it. He saved you and wants to save others. One soul means a lot to Jesus. Do not hide that soul from Jesus by not speaking to that soul.
By GRACE ENO-OBONG EGBO-EGBO
Christ a poet 