Second Bullet: LAUGH AT ALL THESE AND THAT
YES – there is a cause,
A purpose with serious sense.
But, if I may advise.
Sometimes be still
And know that HE is God.
Laugh at yourself daily.
Laugh at fame and glory.
Laugh at your friend and enemy.
In these world,
Laugh at all these and that.
And then, in your mind,
Will emerge a new energy
A sure strategy
To battle all these and that.
Ugwu David C.
©2023
Woman!
A Special Specie carefully crafted of the Crafter.
Different kind of the same, bone of a bone yet complete in entirety, as we replicated skeletons when Adam took his nap.
Created with love and compassion as a vital ingredient, One whose seed will continually trample on the head of the serpent.
Wife!
Complements, nurtures, supports, submits strengthens. With the ability to build, grow, hold, and develop.
A warrior whose weapons physical swords cannot comprehend, a friend, one who is willing to stand till the end.
Mother!
A sacrificial being, willing to lay down her life so her youngling can live
A home many are eager to run to
A builder, impacting principles to the generation next, leaving legacies for the world today see.
A fruit bearing tree,
A warrior whose sight frightens the enemy, as she constantly stands as a watch for her family.
A prolific woman, wife and mother
Standing firmly on the virtues of proverbs 31
Blessed is everyone that comes in her contact, at work, at home, in church, for the favour she Carries flows through her to everyone, and no one is left unloved, no, not one.
Mother!
Fathers Confidant
A plus to the body of Christ
The world may bring different definitions of who a mother is, but we find the true definition when we look at you, for you represent THE Truth, JESUS CHRIST!
Mother!
Beyond the title, its the whisper of God to the Holy Spirit saying “Mould Her”
For it takes a special strength and training to be you.
See the Sons you’ve raised.
See the legacies you’ve made.
If there’s a time to celebrate you, then it’ll be today, yesterday, tomorrow and forever!
Happy Mothers’ Day!
Zoe Ziva.
©2023
After my long journey
into the league of darkness.
After my painful crossing
the bridge of conformism.
Here, I swim again.
Swimming in the pool of eternal truth
Rebaptizing my sense
in the pool of light .
Everyone has inherent right
To be as their wish to be.
As long as they affirm this power in others.
As long as they remain in this boundary.
I am holy in my own terms
You can be holy as you choose .
I am a king in my own way
You can own the world in your own terms.
There is no monopoly
There is no monopoly of life,
There is no monopoly of knowledge
There is no monopoly of love
There can be no monopoly of power
There can be no monopoly of creativity
There can be no monopoly success
There is no monopoly of God .
Ugwu David C.
©2023
Story says,
God is my shield-
and Shepherd.
Story says,
That the Holy Spirit in me,
Will never leave me.
Story says,
Follow the ancient path,
For it’s the road to the peak.
Story says,
Be not afraid,
For angels of Yahweh are with me .
Fighting for me.
Story says,
Christ is in me
The hope of glory.
Story says,
I am more than a conqueror ,
And nothing can separate me from the love of Christ.
Story says,
Tell my servant David,
That I will make him great and his name will spread abroad.
Story says,
I am salt and light of the world
A city that can never be hidden
Story says,
I will bless you with wisdom,
With loyal counselors and warriors
And I have given you many lands.
Story says,
Always remember that the Spirit in you
dose not make you fear, but fills you with power, love and self-control.
Story warns,
Let not the law and the habit of studying the holy book depart from me.
Meditate on it day and Night.
Story says,
The word of God is my sword of the Spirit.
And my shield is faith in God.
Story says,
In the Name of Jesus Christ
I have been anointed with power and authority and dominion.
Ugwu David C
©2023
Baami,
For the times your words enveloped my fear,
Times your voice echoed courage into my soul,
And you became strength for my arms,
When the weight of the world became too heavy for me to bear,
Nna,
You built an image our lives could reflect on,
And carved words into pointers to guide us,
As we journeyed through the world,
You denied yourself of pleasures,
So we could afford the luxury we desired;
A price you’d pay as long as you had breath in your lungs,
How can I forget the touch of your rod,
A few lashes to straighten us when we went wrong,
How can I forget lessons enriched in respect, integrity and diligence,
Lessons drawn from the scenes of your life,
Lessons we could hold in the palms of our hands,
Lessons that moulded us into the men we are today!
Abba,
I choose to count my flowers while the sun still shines upon your face and the wind gently caresses you,
When the air in your lungs still warms up your chest,
And your heart still beats,
Today, I choose to celebrate you for being nothing short of a father!
Happy Father’s day Baami.
And to those Father who has gone beyond this world,
We choose to remember you and say you live on in hearts!
Olaoye Adeleye
(C) 2022
In this world, your afflictions are counted light but your reward in glory is weightier.
Philipa Oraegbu
June, 11, 2021,
12:39 PM
nielquchi: #freestylefriday
So I announced the topic at 1:16 PM. But the day had begun a little earlier, links posted from an Instagram post and a medium article.
Topic : Vital Signs
Hello, My name is Niel and these are the ChristaPoet Freestyle Sessions. This year, ChristaPoet wants to give you a special perspective to our freestyles. At first, some of these poems were published as stand-alone pieces. But in actuality, each poem is an untitled part of a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address.
I started this particular bout at 3:32 PM with this:
So today I’m
Searching online
For a chic – perfect woman
For a big plan
What I found:
VP of Nigeria’s name is not Osibanjo
First aero doctor is Ola Brown?
And yet Seun Kuti calls here a concentration camp
I already forgot the role of O. Lawal
But my eyes protest by closing
They’re longing for my closing
They want to sleep a dose indeed
I told them growth is what I really need
Vital signs tell me Quchi you’re an Acer
HP for health points, I’m healing any matter
Asus for the truth, we bring systems from the Maker
No Mecca
Life so Good, Drake bought a future here Sir
Dell say my hair is bad, I say I’m the G in Samson
Panasonic flow, 116, roam and act on what I’m going to knock here
I no care
Tecno for my answer, if you want me quiet
OPPO tuned it in, still I chose his diet
My discipler Redmi Genesis 1:26
28, still Saw what I’ve never scene
Those are vital signs
Heavenly jujitsu
Cats got nine
I got Holy Ghost fruits
See what I did there?
I was writing about Electronic/Comms Tech companies. Not bad huh. They could have celebrated that a bit more, but UC Truth happened next. This man s’ppose to be my brother, but here he is outshining my moment with this beautiful…picture… at 3:36 PM:
Beep-Bip
When my temperature dropped another hot album
I listened
To the itchy rash on my thigh, making me dance to every scratch
Pale faced CD cover
Aches on joints that sing their covers
My breath was a broken record
Skipping beats became the thud-thud of my my my heart’s drum
And it’s on record
When my temperature dropped
I was buried in dust
Home sweet home my sinful body sang of its lust
Pale faced lover with a fork
I knew these feiry tails would finally drive my mind to nuts
And bolts, locked in his tunes
Rhythm and blues
All these rashes make me itch of me and you
When my temperature dropped
I became
He promised me “Again” to be born
I became him here
“You in me” was his hymn here
The angels chorused
The paths they sang was the road paved
To walk in motion
Heal the sick and don’t lose focus
Another dead
To raise them now I am sent
Like an arrow shot I pierce
Bone and marrow
Breaking records of yesterday
Because what matters is who I kill today
The rash decision to be joined to the sun burned me
Now I’m nothing but crisps of former paper
A letter written by his hands
Delivered with a dance
When heaven skip skipped their feet
For he made me neat
Beat by beat
A new album
Not of this world
Cold hearted to the tail and fiery
When my temperature dropped
That first line was it for me. I immediately fell for the piece. There were praiseful comments indicating that some other CaPians loved it as well…the piece comes to an end soon enough to not let you tire. Nicely put together.
We all gushed at the constitution of Words, while some of us contemplated the state of our writing skills. Hehe
Then Chika St. Davnique started recording a Voice Note. I was like, Ah!
Please find attached Remi Fani-Kayode Avenue 2 by Chika St. Davnique. Something spicy!!
Zoe had come online and had been reading. She was ready to emit poetry. She did so, at 4:25 PM:
His red blood washed me white
A vital sign that I’ve been made righteous.
Then I returned at 4:30 PM. In between Zoe and I, there was plenty of talk. And then I spoke:
Oya wait lemme be the scapeGOAT
When I proposed this topic, trust me, I saw not this coming
You see UC typing and ceaselessly it’s crazy coming
But you’re not doing well if you troway good chair in
Xhika def is merciless like Barca last season
I dey my dey she went and made us all a voice lesson
I understand if we Nintendo die the matter there
But vital signs say we’re alive like juice or something high
Ade, Eremi and Uba, you can’t just run away
There were the days when they felt something akin to your pain
But grit is greeted by the greatness created for the great…test of all time
That’s G.O.A.T. weighty from the time it spent on fire
Haha. I guess I have mentioned those who were contemplating the state of their writing prowess.
Here is Hanna, with her thoughts on Vital Signs at 8:29 PM:
Vital signs needed for the sick, the weak but not the meek.
Vital signs are needed for the proud, the simple but not the spirited
Vital signs are needed for the blind, the deaf but not the clean
Vital signs are needed for the hopeless, the depressed but not the adventurer
Vital signs are needed when you’re on admission and those symptoms are visible
Vital signs are your routine check until you’re dead.
An exception to vital signs is to die daily then and only then will you live abundantly.
Baby Girl is just peng. She went text book on it, almost violently. And I ended the day with an 8:36 PM dart:
This stuff nearly embarrassed me.
Simple depth
Kinda water that drowns you if you just wanna shoyuken, like you’re a streefighter
God of War, but na God of Love Kratos on the 6th day
For rest that’s only found in Jesus
Vital signs I exhibit are things like tongues and power gifts
And yes I have the bread to make hell’s traffic jam
I know that you are waiting for Eremi and TC. I’ll keep them for tomorrow. Come back again.
I believe that if you had read any of these poems on their own, you would get a part of the picture. Now you see them together, I think it’s a more wholesome picture. Tell us what you think, and see you next time.
Authors:
Niel Quchi
UC Truth
Zoe Ziva
Chika St. Davnique
Hanna Azubuike
TC
Eremi
The system of this world is of darkness and we are not called to blend with it. We are called to be THE LIGHT OF CHRIST according to how it’s clearly noted in the Scripture of Truth. It is a decaying earth that we live in and we are to be the salt thereof for its preservation. But Jesus spoke of the possibilities of the salt losing its salinity and the light becoming darkness.
May we not fulfill this part of the prophecy, for it will surely come to pass on some and that has been happening since time immemorial. It’s a choice everyone will have to make, which part they’ll fall in.
The truth provided in this book will serve as a great tool in your hand to successfully and with ease navigate your path through life. You will walk in God’s understanding about everything concerning you and never be confused again on any matter of life. All this will always put your heart at rest. So make sure you peruse this book for proper application afterward.
– Funmi P. Adebayo
(c) 2022
Christ a poet 