First the weather changes her dress,
Accompanied by the clapping thunderstorm,
Creating an aisle like a red carpet
then the celebrant comes,
Walking down the aisle,
Like a bride in liquidity,
Making roofs rumble,
Trees dance,
And farmlands hold parties
with ponds, rivers and seas,
Singing songs in different dialects.
The Broken-hearted open their arms wide,
For rain is the finest tailor,
And waterfalls yell
“God is in the rain”
God is the rain!”
©fearless pen
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Tag Archives: POETRY
The Great Cost Of Negligence
How shall we escape darkness,
If we neglect light?
How shall we escape hunger,
If we neglect farming?
How shall we escape suffering,
If we neglect caution?
How shall we escape ignorance,
If we neglect knowledge?
How shall we escape failure,
If we neglect study?
How shall we escape sorrow,
If we neglect Joy?
How shall we escape illness,
If we neglect our health?
And, how then shall we escape death,
If we neglect eternal life?
Think about it.
©Nkemjoy 🌹
HOME
One day, I will fall in to a deep sleep,
Man will call it death,
They will say
“the devil has won again”
They will fill the air with cries,
Sorrowful music,
and tears will dance on their faces,
In their dinning tables,
They will share pain in broken plates,
Mourn like hope has departed from earth
And dance their heads to the deadly music of the night owl
But I,
I will call it freedom!
redemption and revival,
A journey to where I really belong!
Where peace lives
And joy dances with a crown on her head,
A home of kings and
Priestly people
Where my father resides
I will call it
Home!
*©fearless pen*
*#OshenGift*
BOSOM OF CHRIST
Bosom of Christ, the most sweetest place,
Flowing of immortality and life,
Therein souls are clinging unto,
To enjoy eternal life,
You are the fairest of ten thousands.
Life runs in your blood without ceasing,
You are the bread of life,
Therein the apostles ate,
Conquerors are they that taste the life in you.
Through strength from you we triumph,
We are free from the shackles of sin,
Granted power for a holy life,
Your bossom is the most sweetest place.
Divinefavourmary ❤
The Late Dawn
Old age comes with weakness and frail mind
A time between adulthood and death.
When old age creeps on me
When wrinkles appears on my face,
When All my hair turns gray,
When life’s candle goes gloom,
When my eyes grow dim…
I will keep glancing
Never retiring but refiring.
Stretching forth my hands to finishing domestics work,
Rendering more service to the creator,
Telling life tales to younger ones, and also
Thinking positively the rest of my life with optimism.
I shall embrace you without fear
Because my adolescence and adulthood shall have been Worthily spent.
Come, the late dawn.
*Nkemjoy*🌹
TAILLESS TALE
Lost amidst the crowd of heads
Trailing these disbanded paths of
Disparate feelings, especial aims
And massive protest via riots.
Furious, men in harms sending
Pellets which found, happily,
Accommodations in my already
Dehydrated flesh, I felt faint.
The crowd pushed steadily on,
Leaving me stuck to the tarred
Roads, my mind travelled miles
That seem increasingly unceasing.
The cause I strove to pursue now
Pursues me with no pursuer,
I am on a no-man’s land, trapped
In immaculate robes on pristine
Paths, failing, flowing, famished.
Yomi Kehinde.
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