God says
I AM; space
shape-shifts on
His constancy
swinging and swerving in
and out, like flames
lit, waned, relit
by undying hands
Existence is
His filling , pouring
His infinite into
finiteness, a
creating, a
gaining fade, a death
process climaxed on
a Roman cross
His dying is living
life, is glorious
process played out
In moulding perfect
man, with His blood and body for
water and clay, art
and sacrifice, creation’s
true portrait
Ikenna Nwachukwu
© 2019
This book, not like conventional books Begins on PAGE 13
Tales of time to decide what life would mean
These pages chronicle more than stages
They tell of a journey every human must take
PAGE 14 goes on nicely
Realities are made and fantasies are destroyed
Some stories told in childhood seem not true and helpful for the journey ahead
Listening and perception engages the mind
Principles are laid and habits gained
Responsibilities birth abilities never thought of
What beauty inked on PAGE 15
PAGE 16, just like any other page, is a transition, a shift
Moods swing to and fro
And the rhythm of perfection is heard along
When difficulty is served
The right tool (character) is used to deal with 17
As the drums of fear are beaten
Those who can oppose it do
Those who can’t sit back
Teenage years is like a learning platform
Although not Udemy, it teaches a lot
Prepares you for adulthood and maturity
Passing or failing will not make you a certified teen
But reading each page would
No one ever said PAGE 18 is the peak in life
Other pages do exist but it’s only a beginning of a new book
© 2019
@adethatwrites
Drowning in the ocean of mediocrity,
I felt i never had an ability;
It all seems like a disease in my mentallity,
That is even proclaiming my timidity;
It began as a feeling…
then a thought…
and it finally became my doom,
Thereby enclosing me in a sad room;
I just wanted to be free from this mindset,
but I felt I would still go down just like sunset
Truthfully, it was as if my mind slapped me,
Cause I couldn’t visualize any scene of greatness
I felt jinxed!
I began to realize that my problem wasn’t really with mediocrity,
It was with the word”confidence” in which i had lost in my own ability
I seem to believe that I can’t fly,
Possibly because I have no wing of self confidence;
I became sad, which made me feel bad
Even when I should be glad
However, I concluded that I don’t really have to feel confident
To actually be confident!
I can rise to the peak of greatness
If only I practice being confident…
By
Ebisike Kenneth
Christ a poet 