Poets Never Die

Oh how sad it is 

To see you leave

Gone with the wind 

You followed the road 

All runners go

Ashes to ashes

Your body return to dust

But

It’s only sad to say it’s sad

Yes, they bury your body

And yes, people gather to say

‘May your soul rest in peace’

But they did not bury you

For your soul is in your work

Your work is with and within us

Though death do us part

Your words

And life live forever

Cause

Poets never die

So 

Long live the Legend

Long live #ToniMorrison 

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FACE THE SUN

Two close friends sat under the Sun

One got sunburn

The other got vitamin D

Is the Sun partial?

No! She’s fair not human

What makes the difference?

Their relationship with the solar system

Or simply put, their distance from the equator.

Now you see that

The race is not to the switch

Nor battle to the strong

But distance and relationship happen to them all.

Since your relationships matters

What is your relationship with the Son?

Are you building your relationship with the Son

Or you’re busy chasing everything under the Sun?

Because when all said and done,

When you follow the road all runners go

And your purse cannot save your pulse

You will get to face your source

And the only thing that will matter

Will be your relationship with the Son

Give your life to Jesus today

And your faith will guide your fate.

My Lost Treasure

Like a lily, you grew up so quickly

Radiating the glory and splendor embedded within.

And like the grass, you withered away too quickly

That we couldn’t capture the true value of your personality.

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Leaving an indelible vacuum in the field

A vacuum that only wishes can fill

But wishes are never horses

Else I would have been an ostler.

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When I think of the visions and people you could have reached

Tears roll down my cheek

Yet like Solomon, when I consider the evil in the world

I congratulate and count you fortunate to have left early.

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I call you my lost treasure

But since you’re not in ‘lost n found’

You’re better called my ‘Stolen Treasure’

As the freezing hand of death has stolen you from us.

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Your desire to become a world trader was cut short by this aggressive monopolist

Your sun set before the dew of the dawn

And your midday dark as dusk felt like 9:11

Rest well beloved, I will see you at home when I finish the good fight!

You Bastard!

We are all here claiming and professing to be from the royal family because we know the King’s name or by adoption through the son’s blood.

Hopefully when the son comes shining like the stars he won’t call us bastard because we missed the way by following our ways.

May we not live like our ancestors who were exiled from the kingdom for their ill-doings. But rather be like our forefathers who were enshrined into the kingdom despite their wrongdoings. Amen!

Limitless Love from MRS.CHRISLOVE

Mission introduce me to wifey

I pay a visit to her house, but I need WiFi

They watching movies I don’t like sci-fi

I’m now connected but it’s time for lectures, bye bye

They say you’re supposed to be married now

I asked if everyone is married who is Love now?

Then I say to wifey – be the absolute best of you

Learn from others but stick to your lane

Let’s live light and avoid unnecessary weights

Live within your means but trust God for your vision

Be authentic, don’t add filters except for kids’ snacks

Be wise as serpent but harmless as dove

Be swift yet focus as the eagle

Be true to your calling

Function in wisdom, not human ideology

And walk by faith not theology

For you are a just, not just human.

Then my royalty bids me grace not farewell

Love limitlessly – if your love has limit then you’re not a true lover

Let our hope speak louder than our fears

Life is succinct and fleeting with every ticking of the clock

And so let’s live every moment to the glory of God

Be filled with joy always to overflow

Be grateful and thankful.

See you soon, my love!

LOSING A CLOSE FRIEND

Love, joy and laughter

Order of my work with you

When together, a moment of joy

That make life easier and better.

Though we never knew each other before

Work, no, God connects us

Time together was a research labs

We discovered new cures.

For the daily scheduling disease

That cancer torment our souls with no cause

The epidemic that seems to have no cure

The sun shines on us.

We learn and challenge each other

Your decisions inspired me

Now am thrilled for the nocturnal life

For much joy rest in the resting hours.

But nature, no, humans cut the joy short

With hatred, reviews and negative energies

Now another deadly cancer you need to suffer

But no, you chose to live free.

They lose you, but you gain honours

Poetic justice, I guess am the judge

Goodnews: ain’t lose you, we only gain peace

I miss you brotherly! See you at the top.

MAKE ME WILL

Make me a home in your heart

And I will dwell in you forever.

Make me a bed in your kitchen

And my rest will be full.

Make me a garden in your bossom

And I will plant all roses.

Make me a refinery in your purse

And I will never run out of gas.

Make me a room in your fourth

And I will declare our independence.

A PRISONER OF LOVE

Ticking clock, hastening age, dashing dreams

Malnourished, thirsty and starving

Love deficient, hopeless faith, fleeting life

A dying heart needing CPR, no paramedics.


Never been taught what love’s like, nor imagined I could love

Thought love is only in Hollywood

But if love is Hollywood, we are forever doomed to be selfish

Love was long dead, forgotten, and now abstract.


Meeting you made me a doctor of Love

A dying patient becoming a doctor?

Resuscitation! Your love makes my heart functional

Your love changes everything.


I lost everything just to gain patience

A covering for the rainy days

Raincoat not just an umbrella that covers part

My light in my dark hours.


Every ticking clock ignites the flame of unfeignedly boundless love

The thought of you polishes the rough edges of my limbic system

Your love is the experience of lifetime

Eternity in perspective.


A love that last not like the last

A love from the heart not books

A love on giving, but first the heart

A love so loud to the deaf even without words.


Now I’m prisoner of love,

A prisoner with no one to bail

Chained to your lotus blossoming tender-kindness

Forever secured by your dove-charmed breastplate, I’m yours!

TO RESCUE THE DYING CHILD

Motivation: This poem addresses 3 core issues in the NA culture:

(1) parent’s misplaced priorities – they want to work hard to provide their children with the best education, clothes and protection, and in most cases at the cost of having less time for their families.
(2) the individualistic nature of the society – people no longer care for their neighbours but instead “you are on your own”, “mind your business”
(3) privacy policy – fenced raised against neighbours with notice “private property – do not trespass”. These raised walls which are supposed to protect the property and individual families sometimes end up becoming obstacles to people trying to help in times of emergency.

TO RESCUE THE DYING CHILD

Baby left alone in the house

Dad gone to work to make some money

Mom in the grocery store to get some food

Food, clothes and protection they offer to her

But love and care is all she needs

Baby crying in the house

With no mom and dad to rescue

Neighbours heard the cry

Ignored with helpless assumptions

And chained by the privacy of the laws

Oh well! They’ve learned to mind their business

Baby crying out loud hoping neighbours could help

Helpers are denied access by the fence

Set up to protect the baby

Tears, wears and fears for death

Baby’s got no more strength to cry

She praised those who are already dead

She extolled those who were never born

Death is now her best wished route

To escape the misery of her life

The once joy to the world

Now have no joy in the world

Now who will rescue the dying child?

Heart is broken but life isn’t yet taken

One last breath before the last breathe

Now the child is gone never to return

Parents returned cold and need coffee

But now baby is cold and needs coffin

Neighbours standing with lifeless flowers to send their condolences

And the Police is here with barricades, filing reports which is no use to the dead.