Best Divines Poems
Distant space departing realms of conscious warmth
Voicing reason to an end within the persons hearth
A fire with pit to poke and prod dissolving spirit
Harmed retreated into a place where safe
The Avatar a being that searched far beyond limited view
Star that gazed a return to the night in day
Avatar that watches from the darkness kept at edges bay
Deep under a surface of skin flushed heat
A spirit that flees instead of the fight to escape
Soaring the magnitude of magnetic divines
An Avatar without wings that carelessly takes flight
Hovering not high not low always an even around
This lumen of light that is profoundly weighted
Shining use of a rise up from the depths of body down
The Avatar does speak to encourage the voice of sound
Direction of the pointer towards the feeling of no despair
A spiritual intertwining of the beings loving care
Body of vapored essence that is temporarily filled
By the choices lead through the heart that is felt
Releasing pressures built long lasted to with stand and resist
Temptation of the Avatars love that was heaven sent
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Life is somehow like doing a project,
It cannot automatically succeed
Except some kindness divines to aid,
That needs to move the Holy spirits
We cannot do so for any miracles
So turned to recruit the like-minded,
Self-help we must do, with keys to the heart
Open up spaces for everyone,
Acknowledge being a part of the United,
The blueprint of lives likes a jigsaw picture
We must be united to make life better
Life is a series of events, changing seasons. I must search, look for the reasons. Worried about triumphs and trophies. Forgetting I'm not measured by victories; But by my growth, how I've evolved. How I survive problems not solved. I'll make mistakes, I'll learn lessons. Experience loss, overcome transgressions. I must remember that old cliche'. No destination, but a journey every day. Good times and hard times, it's all the same. Time waits for no man, no one's to blame. Always remembering, this too shall pass. Be careful while searching for greener grass. Moments are fleeting, right before my eyes; But when I'm struggling the devil lies. Contradiction, I think myself clever. Out with the bad and the good will last forever. With one breath I wish for a feeling to last. With the next, defeated, wishing another to pass
Yes, I admit I've been there. The moral of the story, what I wish to share. Is to bask in the sunlight when it shines. Cherish the warmth, thank the divines. Accept the challenges for what they're worth. A small fraction of my purpose on earth. Flowers will bloom, leaves will fall, and tides will change. People will come, people will go, and lives will rearrange. Hindsight is 20/20, I've had to be shown. What I would have missed had I not grown. If I'd given up, threw in the towel, called it quits. During the times of life that gave nothing but kicks. Looking back, it all becomes crystal clear. Those lessons I learnt; I hold so dear. What a shame it would be, seriously, a tragedy. I could have missed out on a life woven, a tapestry. If I'd not been reminded things only last for a season. If I hadn't searched, looked for the reasons.
12/7/2020
Seasons
Sponser-Edward Ibeh
Advice To The Youth
Life always offer choices —
Some easy,
some hard
Alternate current inner voices:
Pulse charge emotional,
or neural beta rational
Positive or negative energy flow
Binary decision
is either yes or no
Alpha cipher is the genesis code
Zero expectations
create infinite bonding variations
Uncertainty is the flux abode:
Love or hate
is an epidermal woven learned trait
Terminal thoughts move in the Omega mode
Singular path of resistance:
Fight or flight
Chromosomal crossroad interaction —
Attract or repel
Choose drop dead paradise or living hell
Spiritual quantum elevation:
Boundless outer limit of innervision
can be dark or light
Two-way street karma logic
Future visitation of the past divines the question ...
did you live wrong or right?
(Valentine's Collection)
34.
Art thou ever my rose of love?
My adoration for thy bloom
doth reach to the Heaven's above,
thou art the light in my deep gloom.
Thou givest me my life again,
thy rose doth bloom within my heart,
our precious love ne'er forgotten,
remembered from its very start.
Oh, rose of love, thy beauty shines,
within each dream, I dream of thee,
oh, precious joy, that love divines
forever find its way to me.
Eternal dream, thou art the rose,
golden glory of my divine,
my love for thee forever grows,
come meet me where our love doth shine.
Oh, blissful soul, make my life whole,
our love, forever it will shine,
Love's peace forever we control,
as we share love, my Valentine
29/01/2019.
Be it that I am doomed to walk the Earth
In fear of time - measured in mere fractions;
Starlight grants me comfort with twinkling mirth,
Lost in wakes of dread deeper than oceans.
I'd ask what it means to live over time,
of paupers; preachers; aristocrats, too -
why lives are measured in short centuries.
For stars, it is nothing if not untrue.
A middle child with no hope to call mine;
with stately manners, I protest, "I'm fine,
doomed to be but shadows and memories."
Stardust divines our eager fingerprints
imbued on the walls of our history:
generations defined by reticence
and willful blindness to its mystery.
I'd ask what it means to swallow my fears,
of gods and kings and legends in their prime,
to carve in my heart courage that's blinding -
Like stars whose light shines long after their time.
O' Father I'll pray the rest of my years
through the funeral rites and birthday cheers,
"Grant me the stars when life stops rewinding."
With tired devotion left in my soul
I'll shatter the world to see what I'm worth -
memories that used to make me feel whole,
buried like innocence lost in childbirth.
I'll say what it means to temper my pride
to mothers and fathers, both who are lost,
Silently waiting till we come of age.
It's the ones you bring up that bear the cost.
Tell your kids before their eyes open wide;
Before their lungs, filled with air, rise like the tide;
"Stand and face your mortality with rage!"
As long as its right in line with the knights
hindsight of the plight during the frightful night
of the fight thats not justified
to the blinded divines cry for the swines wine
While writing a fine sign trying to be kind
My pride for the Girl Child
Adorned with beauty
Carved in sensitivity
Nourished in humility
Crowned in glory
Yet denied of my pride
I weep that I might find my place
Struggled from birth to maturity because of who I am
Day by day I face the challenges of acceptance
Hide my insecurity with smiles
To make all happy around me
Yet denied of my pride
At conception they ask is me or my other kind? And the other is chosen over me
They celebrate my other kind as if am not the divines creation
They say am just a fraction out of the whole
They tear me apart with their traditions and religion
Denying me of my pride
They cut my part at a tender age
To disguise their brutality saying they are saving me from waywardness
They shut my mouth from speaking of my freedom
Saying they are teaching submission and humility
Yet denying of my pride.
They treated me as inferior
Excluded me from their plan yet decided my fate
Singing and cheering me up
With chains of mediocrity they bound me
Denying of my pride
They sold me out without consideration for money that had no value
To start a new life at my tender age when I still needed the tenderness and love
Without thinking of my dreams and goals
They pierced my heart with their lust and greed
And they denied me of my pride
They captured me from my innocence because I dared to dream
They took me to an unknown destination
Deprived me of building my life, made me a slave of my own sex
Used me as a toy for their satisfaction, destroying my youth and self esteem
Denying me of my pride
Have been abused but not addicted
Molested but not arrested, Violated but not violent
Bruised but not wounded, Beaten but not destroyed
I fought my way to be here
They cant deny me of my pride .
Am aware of my potentials
I take my destiny in my hands
I will be liberated
I will be educated
I will be celebrated
They cant deny me of my pride.
Omoteleola Vera-Cruz
she is so far
speaking without hearing
and he passes between the days
of life
in the tremolos semi shadows
dreams her
but she is leafing through
another book
strewed with hieroglyphs
she wants to find out
and divines
on the entrails of sacrificial animals
the ancient priestess
but there is no future and time
he remains
like an insane stone
thrown at random
and the wind forwards him
in a dream of an edelweiss
When darkness falls on the fortunes of men
And dark clouds of shame gather about their brows
There're stars that rise deep in their eyes.
There they stand frozen
Beaming forth a message
For the shepherd of men to seek and read.
By these stars he divines their sorest need
And by them he navigates to lofty thrones,
Carrying his broken flock to golden hills
Willed by Heaven as their dwelling place.
There's a new leader come in America
That found his way to the White House
Following the twinkle of these stars
That like the flash of beacons
Did bid him to the right turns on the mazy path to power:
Here to the right, there to the right again;
Further down the road to the right once more
And thence to glory.
By his triumph, the story of Moses in Hillary unfolded:
His sour fate she came to share.
The glass ceiling she struck with her golden staff
And like the Red Sea at once it parted.
Through it she set off on her long march
To the Promised Office across the desert.
But soon she tripped on her dozen faults
To be condemned by grieving Heaven
To see, to approach, the Promised Office
But never once to reach it.
As a star from a giant cloud ignites,
the day bursts open wide;
My spirit lifts, beyond dawn and mist,
the luster of my mettle shines.
And this singular element of the Universe,
a lesson for me divines:
That however small our place may be,
We are the Sun, the Earth, and Sea.
Can you imagine God that laughs?
Well I feel sure I can!
When “Christians” flock to Church in droves
Though sinful to a man.
A God who tolerates the gaffs
That we plunge in his side,
Though we may pray for daily loaves,
We won’t let go of pride.
Imagine too a people then
That God chose for His own,
Protecting them from so much loss
And that which makes man moan.
Now hear the laughter once again,
The way man pays His dues,
Demanding Christ’s death on the cross,
Man’s version of Good News.
We humans have a funny way
Of showing God our love,
Fond memories are oh so short,
Hold pain close like a glove.
For human fears of death hold sway,
(Our trust in what we know),
And rarely do our dreams report
That what we hope is so.
But through it all God laughs my friend
And bears us no ill will!
For we are all immortal souls,
The children He loves still.
As love that we can’t comprehend
Can’t prove that it’s not there,
Our tendency to seek foxholes
Won’t mean He doesn’t care.
God Laughs! God loves! Don’t doubt this truth,
No life He'll preordain,
Though God divines the route you’ll take
Your choice controls your pain
And sin is fount of all your ruth.
To honor God is bliss,
The way to leave your own heartache,
To know His Warmth, His Kiss.
Brian Johnston
August 18, 2015
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon,
Neither on the night of full moon,
Yet,
I was showered with their grace,
They were divines in human face,
Nothing in my life I was denied,
They were the ones, who were my guide,
I was bestowed nonetheless affordability,
Thanks to their quintessence magical ability,
They were constantly present for me,
In times of worries and of course of glee,
They nurtured me to be a healthy sapling from a tiny seed,
They enlightened me perfectly, how, to lead and proceed,
I was fortunate to share their secrets basket,
They have always been my lucky mascot,
Nothing in my life was complicated,
As our bond was accurately conjugated,
The worst part was when they went away,
It was due to their work commitments, they had to convey,
Still
We continued to share same emotions,
Though the distance among us was vast as oceans;
The chemistry we shared was interesting,
They would know my actions, even before I was debuting,
Time vanished at faster degrees,
The life was so much at ease
Today, we are not together geographically,
for we are associated spiritually,
I am blessed to have them in this lifetime,
As the part they play is very major and PRIME,
Whatever I could learn, instill and inculcate within me to move ahead and further,
Is directly proportional to the efforts and attempts made by my distinctive BROTHERS!!!
I owe them my success and happiness,
How would i return them, coz the list is endless
Voice of my Heart
I miss the sensation of your sweet breath against my face
the sound of your angelic voice that echo's without a trace
the tender touch of your hand
that my enervated heart can not with stand
A constant building up of care
that no longer I can bear
It's my love for you I need to share
so it's you my love, I seek out there
Mountains I will climb
impossible it might seem, but I care not a dime
oceans I will swim
even though my changes are slim
valleys I will go through
for what ever the obstacle my content is you
My love for thee is indescribable
for thy divines is indefinable
So speaketh the Voice of my Heart.
Immaterial Soul
A sprout abundant of immortal hope,
a search of a pulse of love in his heart,
an empty threat vivid in a man of a dying soul,
as the echoes in his heart race to slay him whole.
Hope arrives within stone’s throw.
A shining star at the groove of absolute all-ness,
a crowning jewel for the kin Vincente’s,
the only appetite tis’ sole aspirer, to be one with all my family,
so shall it be my destiny found.
My greatest fear is death, the unknown timelessness of eternal life,
where confinement and salvation touch shoulders.
Immortality is a remote axiom, an alchemists’ fame of soul remembrance
A mortal’s search of Tipler’s omega point,
the last hope of salvation adjacent to this point,
tis not found but earned long as: the moral laws written on thy heart ensue.
Gilgamesh first state awed his last, the divines’ gift to he, astray,
the fountain of eternal life alludes his last state tis’ only hope is consciousness of thy neural network
Annus Miribalis hath hope for Gilgamesh’s immortal life.
So set him free. Let angles guide thy through the herculean task,
strength and honor hear of Gilgamesh’s survival, his sink in armor of humility indulgence, a chain of association whose lineage is of no close origins.
For gins today “weakness” in armor flourish as strength in fame of tomorrow.
A peerless thought patrols Gilgamesh’s talent, change the world with a breadth of “élan’ vital”
Annus Miribalis hath hope for Gilgamesh’s immortal life.
Through the looking glass of all mortals dogma,
Faith model give rise to sovereign heavenly body in one piece.
Tis thy divine decree. Sole talent forge the apples’ fruit skin,
Gilgamesh’s purpose put to bed past regret.
To unite, to end suffering and shatter all man-kinds intrinsic prisons.
Gilgamesh's journey tips the edge…