Bonjoru Rejoice
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The space between hope between surrender "it is what it is"
A blow to my brother's hopes, a dream delayed A blessing we'd awaited, slipped right by our side We felt the weight, the sting of defeat And wondered why, our hopes to greet "Every disappointment is a blessing in disguise" they say, Perhaps? But then a thought settled, deep in my soul What if this was God's plan? What if this anticipation was not part of his purpose for my brother? Perhaps a greater purpose, lay hidden from sight A reason for the wait, a better path to take flight A voice...
A Palm on the Left Chin, A Sleepy Mind.
A palm on the left chin, a sleepy mind My thoughts are hazy, my focus left behind I struggle to stay awake, my eyelids entwined The world outside is moving fast But I'm stuck in slow motion, aching to last A palm on the left chin, a sleepy mind My brain is foggy, my body left behind The coffee's brewing, a savory treat But even its aroma can't my sleepiness beat A palm on the left chin, a sleepy mind I'm trapped in a daze, my thoughts left to unwind The day is young, but I'm feeling old My ...
A New Perspective
As I walk the streets of my estate, A familiar path I've trodden so great, I see it anew, with fresh eyes today, And discover beauty that had gone astray. The trees, gigantic and grown, now stand Like sentinels, guarding this verdant land. Their leaves rustle, a gentle, soothing sound That whispers secrets, as the breeze swirls around finally I hear all they've been saying to me. Their music, unrhymed, yet pleasant to hear Echoes through my soul, and calms my fear. The birds, too, join in, t...
BEYOND THE VEIL OF SPIRITUAL PRIDE
What is spirituality? The ability to pray, to cast out demons, to command the cause of nature? What is spirituality? To sing in place of worship, and make tears gush out of people's eyes like a spring of water or waterfall? What is spirituality? Knowing every chapter and every verse, everything that every biblical figure had said? To dress covered up, with your dress dripping on the floor, like a part of nature, or tying up your hair, in a way you can't almost see? And feel better than those...
A world of our own
We inhabit a world of wonder and might, Where oceans roar and mountains take flight. Where everything is colourful, Even if it's black and white. Where our surrounding is a reflection of home. But this beauty, is threatened. A tale of neglect, and our ignorance. Our hands, that was once gentle, now ravage and mars the earth, Pollution and greed now bars rebirth. The ice that once shone, now melts away, Leaving scars that will forever stay. A hopeless situation, now may. Rising tides, fierc...
In good company
If I said, I'd write about love , Then I'd be lying about everything I'd say In the poem Because I am no lover girl Neither have I fell selflessly in love with someone, ever. Therefore, I shall write about solitude An area I'm well versed, of which I can compose a multitude . Oftentimes, solitude is considered an act of reservation from fraternization. An act of not liking people or making meaningful connections Why can't you just let people in? They'd say... A detachment from the world sur...
FEAR; A RACCOON OF THE MIND.
Fear; A virus that spreads like a wildfire, if nursed. Eats up your skin, and leaves you, naked, vulnerable. Fear; An enemy of success. The father of procrastination. And the ultimate birther of failure and idleness. Fear; A disease, so critical. That if not treated. Can take you to an early grave, or grant you an idle, meaningless life. Fear; An unnecessary thought that creeps its way to the satellite of one's mind. And plants the seed of doubt, cowardice. Fear; Too scared of dying. Yet,...
The girl in the mirror
There was a girl, that lived in a mirror. She would watch me closely as I got ready, Her gaze following my every move. She didn't say much, but her eyes spoke volumes. She mirrored my every action, every emotion. She'd look at me critically when I was self-doubting, And admiringly whenever I felt confident. Never had I seen someone so attentive. She was young, probably around my age. I wondered why she always knew my every stage. She had impeccable timing, Appearing And our gazes meeting whe...
LUNAR SERENITY
The moon, a glowing orb of white, A mother to the night, a gentle light. She supplies us with her silvery beams, Warming our hearts, and calming our dreams. With every phase, she brings a change, From warmth to cold, a soothing range. I always stare from the window of my room, Where the view's breathtaking, a heavenly bloom. The moon's soft light illuminates the night, Filling my heart with hope, and pure delight. In her gentle glow, I find my peace, A sense of calm, the world's wild release. ...
SOUP AND SEMO SAGA
Husband says, "I'd have vegetable soup and semo." Wife says, "Where's the money for such delicacy?" Quietly, the husband strolls out, Leaving nothing behind to make the dish possible. At night, he returns, Expecting to be served vegetable soup and semo. But when he opens the plate, The strongest stench of bitter leaf hits his nose, And the strongest starch of eba obstructs his cutting. "Wetin happen to vegetable and semo?" he asks, flaringly. "Better soup na money kill am," the wife says grin...
AN IMAGINARY FRIEND'S POV
In the realm of the mind, A being resides, A big void world, where everything is possible And dreams roam free, Where friendships blossom, wild and carefree This being's heart beats with imagination's fire As it creates stories of adventure, love, and desire With every thought, a new world takes shape Where the boundaries of existence are but a distant fade. A friend appears, a true companion Bringing tales of wonder, and stories anew Together they roam, in this realm of the mind Their bon...
ORDINARY MIRACLES
It's funny how we tend to overlook simple, common blessings. The ability to use our legs, to stand, to walk, to run, and to kick; the ability to see, to hear, and to express ourselves through words, facial expressions, and body language. To see another morning or another night, the blessings of family and friends, a roof over our heads, being able to afford daily necessities, or the ability to simply breathe and be among the living. Being healthy and mobile, being able to sleep, or to eat, and...
I HAD A WEIRD DREAM
I had a weird dream. That I was a tiny fetus in my mother's womb, which served as my home. I ate what she ate, drank what she drank. Some I liked, others I disdained, specially the diluted white substances that came rumbling whenever I laid on the ridge where her heart fixed. It was warm, but quite compressed. I couldn't stretch comfortably, and sometimes, I'd kick to make more space for my tiny legs. I could hear, and I specially loved to listen to the lullaby, the sweet voice of the woman who...
A PRISON OF THE MIND
Once I, bound by shackles of self-doubt, Lies in my head, a relentless rout. "You can never be enough, or important," they'd say, A constant whisper, night and day. Guilt, a visitor, uninvited and cold, Flashbacks of wrongs, a story often told. Foolish, wicked, careless, the labels would stick, My mistakes, a rush of adrenaline, a never-ending trick. Fears, a chorus, "You cannot do this, do not try, You'll fail, you'll die, no one has succeeded, why should you?" Disbelief, a shroud, "Nothing g...
The Transience of Love 'For my childhood best friend, who slipped away, into the cold hands of death when I grew too busy'.
Beautiful souls, they say, never last long. Cherish the people that make you feel seen, secured, People that listen to you and love you, People who go out of their ways to pave a way for you. Because while we're busy pursuing unnecessary connections, We tend to forget how lucky we are To have angels watching out for us in mortal worlds. And just like time is fleeting, They're fleeting too. One day, you'll wake up and realize they're not there, And they've been gone a long while, Because you ...
When It's Gone
There's nothing as painful as trying to hold on to something that has been lost forever. The hope, the faith, the expectation – nothing hurts more. Pulling back a slacking string, hoping to hold a grip, but only ending up stretching it further, maybe even hurting your hands. Trying to hold a relationship that has withered, hoping to rekindle a fire that's dying away, but only ending up wasting more precious time. Trying to water a plant that has died, hoping to provide it with enough hydrat...
MISSING THE OBVIOUS.
Puppies confined, because their mother lays weak, and their suckling unkind. Their cries, a heart-wrenching shriek; scratching, biting, desperate to be free. Their pleas broke my heart, and freedom's door was opened; could they see? We, too, are trapped, in struggles and fears, crying out for help, through all our tears. But God's answer may come in unexpected ways, and we, like puppies, may miss freedom's gaze. We strain and strive, but God's already provided a way out, a rescue, if we'd on...
THE HERO I KNOW
Many times, We are told tales of superheroes, That wore capes, Had smoothed hairs, and big muscles. We are told of how they saved the world, Kept an orderly world, And beat the bad guys. How they tried to hide their identities, And lived normal lives. Perhaps this is true! I suspect someone! Someone who might be a superhero, pretending to be no hero. He wears simple clothing, And loves to sing off key, He does not have a lot of hair left to be smoothed either. This superhero hero does not ...
NOSTALGIA
Take me back to laughter that never ended, To nights that shimmered with stars uncounted. When dawn broke slowly, and our sleep was sound, Untroubled by the worries that tomorrow would bring. Take me back to when love that was shared without condition was common, When people actually cared, and hearts were open. When mistakes were forgiven, and weren't judged, When the nights were beautiful And days, pleasant. Take me back to days without responsibility, When emotions flowed smoothly, like ...
YOU LEFT.
I stared you in the eye, As your soul drifted from a stare you couldn't maintain, I asked you to stay, but my plea landed on a stone wall. You told me you'd never leave, You liar, hahaha ahhh! You held my hands, Taught me what it was I needed to survive, to fight like a warrior. But when it was your turn, You raised your hands up, You loser, hahaha ahh! Shameless, look who couldn't even stay around?! When death came over, You accepted him into your bosom And ran off with him, How could you?! H...
A DRESS APART
Three dresses sit in the closet, Sisters, all made for the purpose of wearing. Dress one gets picked today, Dress two, tomorrow. Dress three's turn, somehow impossible now, As Dress one gets picked again, Then Dress two again. So it went on, again and again, Day after day, month after month, Spring, summer, autumn, winter. Dress three's turn just never came. The two dresses begin to fade with their achievements. after all, What's the use of a dress if it's not worn? Worried, downcast, feeling us...
A photograph of beauty
There's no such beauty as watching two old school lovers play like kids. The delight it brings just by watching their demure display of respect, loyalty, and affection. Their tender approach to suggestions and the way they carry each other along, nothing beats their unity. The way they tease each other, gist and gossip partners for life, the way they smile broadly when together, and the way they communicate even when far, is always a thing to admire. They work together seamlessly, taking on ...
The Sweet Feeling of Christmas
The air is crisp, the lights are bright and blinky. A magical time, a wondrous sight The sweet feeling of Christmas is here A season of joy, a time to hold dear. The scent of rice and fries fills the air As carolers sing with joy beyond compare And father Christmas shares laughter. The tree stands tall, its branches wide, illuminated by the blinking Christmas decorations lights And the sky colourful from the magical fireworks A symbol of hope, a Christmas pride The fireplace crackles, warm ...
Scream out!
Feeling anxious? Scream out! Feeling overwhelmed? Scream out! Feeling hurt? Scream out! Feeling silenced? Scream out! Feeling disrespected? Scream out! Having suicidal tendencies? Scream out! Feeling victimized? Scream out! Being bullied? Scream out! Feeling trapped? Scream out! Experiencing abuse? Scream out! Feeling lost? Scream out! Struggling with self-doubt? Scream out! Facing discrimination? Scream out! Feeling ashamed? Scream out! Hung on the past? Scream out! D...
WHO REMEMBERS?
Oh, sweet memories, A childhood filled with rollercoasters of emotions comes streaming down my consciousness. From cradle, you begin to experience the sweet and the pepper, Because a child is too young to experience the bitter. One time, I sat underneath the bosom of my mother's mother, Under the moonlight, listening to her tales of a king who married a widow's beautiful cow fat. Or how the greedy tortoise got his rough shell. One time, my mother eyed me through the corner of her eyes For wan...
BEYOND DISABILITY
In twilight's hush, he dawned with vibrant shades of darkness, Sometimes a sprinkle of white blurred splashes. Early loss of sight and ability to not witness the revolutionary ugliness of the earth, a transformative test, Grants him a story, yet to be told, and forever blessed. Physically confined, yet unbroken in spirit, He surpassed the able, his will unshaken, his heart unlit. Breaking barriers, he defied convention's bounds, A successful life, no liability found. His disability, a mere fo...
LOST IN SILENCE
On a couch, she lies, lost and still, A phone in hand, a mind unfulfilled. An empty barrel, once wine did hold, Now echoes silence, hollow and cold. Idleness clashes with inner drive, "What to write?" echoes, a battle to thrive. A pen dropped, rolled away, lost to time, Infinity's vastness, her creative prime. Her brain, a balloon, bursting to express, Yet, words elude, like shadows in the mess. She searches deep, for inspiration's spark, But finds only darkness, a creative embark. Quiet, unmo...
The color Sorrow!
The sky is blue, The heavy rain, seized. The mother lays blue, Turning in violent seethe. The baby, willing! The mother, whining! The midwives, trying! The father, hoping! "How long yet?" The mother asks, in violent despair, "How far yet?" The doctor asks in evident distraught. The sky is grey, The mother lays blue, The child lays blue, The father grieves. #poetry #Nircle #motherhood #childbirth #life&death #firstpost.
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