Unending Serenade ❣️

For those of us who are trying to catch up on #Valentine2019, this is my special #ValentinesGift for you to #spiceup your #relationship.

❣️Unending Serenade ❣️

Your dulcet voice is a charming morning bird

An astral auto-tune of an angelic clarinet virtuoso

My only ineluctable desire for a day off

I am enamored with the glowing sounds of your heartbeat

My unfeigned serenade of you is sempiternal

‘Till life leave us alone’ is my commitment.

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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!

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to us who do not know what Christmas means but we still celebrating.

Merry Christmas to us who know what Christmas represents but we are not celebrating.

Happy holidays to us who care more or less about the reason for the season but we’re grateful for our time home with our families.

Happy holidays to us who want to celebrate with our families but can’t gather ourselves together.

Merry Christmas to us who believe more in the mystical Santa Claus and his gifts than in Jesus Christ and His love.

Merry Christmas to us who believe more in Jesus Christ and His unfeigned love than Santa Claus and his north pole mystery.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays to us all!
_MR.CHRISLOVE™

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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.

THIS IS MR.CHRISLOVE™

INSPIRATION: MY next goal after putting the sonnet in my closet is to write a #Limerick, challenging myself to to explore the different poetic forms. The biggest challenge is that limerick is a 5-line poem with a rhyme scheme AABBA which has an introduction to a person or character, their battles and a concluding line that shows some sort of triumph or current situation.

This then presents an excellent opportunity to summarize my one-generation on the planet and as a precious clay in the hand of no mean potter in 5 lines.

THIS IS MR.CHRISLOVE™

I know a young man called MR.CHRISLOVE

Born and raised Christian yet without Love

Spent adolescence as an alcoholic

Bullied into low self-esteem, rejection and vitriolic

Grown up to be a teetotaler, community leader, inspired writer, and an ambassador of Love.

I WILL WAIT

INSPIRATION: We live in a very fascinating, fast pace world. Everyone wants to be wealthy, famous, influential and married asap. Everybody wants quick-fix, stress-free solutions to everything. We are blessed with advanced technologies and the social media that is literally taking away interpersonal social interaction. With the likes of drive-thru, microwave, social media billionaires, everything is moving really fast. The virtues of patience and hard work seem to be fading away but we are here to reiterate, reinstate and reinforce it.

I WILL WAIT

The clock is ticking so fast

Yet I will wait for the Lord’s time

For everything under the Sun, there is time

Everyone and everything is going very fast

Microwave, drive-thru, smart phones, social media, all seem fast

Yet the silent voice says the best is God’s time

The vision is for an appointed time

So though the vision tarry yet will I hold fast

Those that wait upon the Lord

A renewed strength and wings they received for the fall

For within a night, a child is swiftly conceived today

But it takes 9months to have the child’s naming ceremony and dedication to the Lord

So I will wait while planning and executing, and not waiting for windfall

Because tomorrow is only tomorrow to those who plan and execute today.

HER HEART ❣️

INSPIRATION: I wrote this poem specifically for my beloved sister and friends who are God fearing, educated, hard working, beautiful and yet single. There are so many questions that ran through the heart and many pressures from family and friends. I just wanted to let them know that they are precious and valuable independently and to reassure them of their authentic self worth. And finally, a note to the family to celebrate their daughters/sisters as heroines and rare gems because soon they will be found by “noble” laureates and you won’t have close access to them.

THEMES: Some of the underlying themes of this poem are beauty, self-worth, royalty, virtuous, family pressure, etc

HER HEART ❣️

Like the King’s home street,
Her Heart is made of pure gold
Yet no miner wants to mine it
Is it because goldsmiths only buy raw gold?
Or she’s just too refined for a gold digger?

Her Dad has preserved her heart for a royalty
Because only true royalties cherish pure gold
Therefore, as a beloved daughter of God
No beast can come near her.

She’s a priceless princess
Her networth is the Son’s blood
She has already been purchased
Even before you were born
She has been predestinated by the King

She knows her rights but has given them up
From freedom fighter to freedom ambassador
Former rebel called this transformation
For this is no amnesty.

Her beauty
She’s like the lilies of the field
For wealth and wisdom isn’t to be compared with
She’s the lily of the valley
A lily among thorns trying to choke out her joy.

She’s the favor factor
For the diligent researcher who finds her
For there are many researchers
But only the inspirational ones become laureates.

Therefore, blessed is the man who finds her
Virtue is the blood that runs through her veins
See how she groomed her kid brother
Whose love for excellence and profound humility transcends
The cultural confinement of the world.

Oh earth, how blessed thou art!
For in thee dwells such an enigmatic
Simplification of the Godhead
A personified form of the glory, honor and splendor.

Hello family, celebrate your heroine and rare gem
A royalty deserving to be loved and cherished
Clothe her with royal apparel of love, faith and hope
For soon her noble laureate will find her
And forever you remain well-wishers and visitors!

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