via THE ROLE OF WOMEN IN CHRISTIANITY
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Category: POEM
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.
