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THREE IN ONE
Fortified towering walls surround
persons running through and fro
stature small and little feeble
only a fig tree available for him
yet, he ran too.
Fast!
climbing the tree with all his might
just to have a glimpse of this
wonderful man: our God- Jesus Christ..
who in thousand sunsets and thousand sunrises
succeeded to win hearts and disciples...
Walking upon seesaw waves
He invited him
Unafraid, He silence the raging storm
He appease them
calming the wandering spirit
He embraces each one with light
Engulfing beyond approach
outlasting borders reproach
His popularity a thousand years
His million miles echo healing aches
a soothing breeze resurrecting hope
yet, some were threatened
scared to be thundered
as cornerstones
He shook and changed
mistaken fate and faith bender
They took Him.
Placed Him in trial
Flicking hurt - Inflicting pain.
Lashing jolts of torture down to the bone.
Each bang of the axe nailing Him tight.
So excruciating
allowing helplessly stairs of His death.
Lifted high after the third day.
Blooming sun, welcomed His life back.
As cloud carpet and choir of angels
enthroned Him high.
Leaving His Holy Spirit behind.
His Holy Spirit present
each daylight smile and nightfall frown
waiting. waiting. waiting for us - people.
Our God whose presence is present everywhere.
Recognizable in the most natural flower.
Bathing us strength through tornado of trials.
Showering us honey warmth happy sunbeams.
A seedling green leaf in a rocky dry mountain.
The trembling notes folded within rhymes and psalms.
The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit in one.
(c) Olive Eloisa
4:44pm
July 30, 2014
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According to Dictionary. Com, as an adjective, the word divine refers to
God or a deity. As a noun, divine (often capital) is another term for God.
By such a definition, there is absolutely nothing divine about the human soul.
If we were already divine and equipped with a divine nature, why would we need God's grace, forgiveness, and righteousness? The two words (Divine Souls) should not be caught in the same sentence. There is no divine spark within any of us, waiting to be ignited. If our souls are indeed divine, then Christ's death was of no value. We get excited at the thought of it, but it
just isn't so. We want to believe that we are intrinsically good, but it just
isn't so. Satan, Adam, and Eve put out any possible hope of such a spark.
We are born in sin and shaped in iniquity, separated from God.
God is the source of divineness, and we are disconnected from Him.
Religion says otherwise, but God and the Bible say that We are lost,
and Christ alone imparts righteousness upon us via the cross.
Long before there was a human soul, there was a creature(lucifer)
whose quest was to become divine. In his own words, he said,
“I will ascend to the heavens;
I will raise my throne
above the stars of God;
I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly,
on the utmost heights of Mount Zaphon.[a]
I will ascend above the tops of the clouds;
I will make myself like the Most High.”
Isaiah 14:13-15.
However, Lucifer failed in his feeble attempt like any others after him
who should be so arrogant as to aspire to such a realm.
Where to start?
Asleep is the hope of mine
In the shadows of my dreams
The crimson curtains have collapsed
And are cemented to the floor
Entombed behind the stage
Petrified
Where to start?
Ardently athirst
For my music to become a reality
Are there any more enduring rays
To blaze this shroud and open the pathway
For this song to be born
Upon the heavens, hear my call
How many tears have fallen?
I am only just a dim shade
Once bright
Arching across the sky
Wishing upon the moon
Wishing upon the stars
The song of light
Awaken me from this night
Thunder and Light help
Replenish my heart and mind
Energize my ai’s
Revive me from the tomb of stone
Loan me thy sight
Enthroned with thy might
Eroding this mountain of rubble and turning it into sand
So, I may peel medusa face from my form
To be reborn
How many tears have fallen?
I am only just a dim shade
Once bright
Arching across the sky
Wishing upon the moon
Wishing upon the stars
The song of light
Awaken me from this night
To stand on holy ground
With a new coating
Of majestic color
And armor burnished bright
My yearning invocation
My yearning benediction
With the breath of life
Burn away the scar
See a cherish diamond star
How many tears have fallen?
I am only just a dim shade
Once bright
Arching across the sky
Wishing upon the moon
Wishing upon the stars
The song of light
Awaken me from this night
How many tears have fallen?
I am only just a dim shade
Once bright
How many tears have fallen?
I am only just a dim shade
Once bright
Arching across the sky
Wishing upon the moon
Wishing upon the stars
The song of light
Fight
You got this
Fight
You got this
You got this, so fight
You got this
So fight, fight, fight
(Wooooowwwwooooo)
You got this
(Wooooowwwwooooo)
CONGENIAL IMITATION
Nature and collective idea
not modified by fashion or
by habit, enthroned to day
and dethroned tomorrow.
The artless balance of emotion
founded on propriety,art
emerged into life.An immense
connected well of congenial
invitation unmoved by the clamour
of the crowd not presuming to
exhaust the inexhaustible,
the harmony of the whole
when novelty and feeling warm
a bosom or extort a tear.
From Fuseli lecture to the RA 1801
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this and 80 other phrasis on youtube under name of ichthyschiro
Let not my spring go dry
Let not my sunshine set at dawn
Let not my joy fade at its peak
And my candle never be put out in the wind
Let my brightness rule the day
Crown my night with those sparkling stars
Let the moon be enthroned for my night
Let the light overwhelm the shadows of my plight
And my heart filled with delight.
Cast no shadow upon my path
That same road I've tread with your happiness being my lead
Let not my night be of the grave silence
That same night filled with sweet savour of music to my soul
Let not this day end in dryness
I can only tell of the nights you drenched me in the pool of your love and affection
Where's that cloud of passion with which you alwaz wrap me
Those eyes that grin with insoluble desires for every moment with me
Those long arms that grace me with warmth embrace
I longed for all these tonight and none I saw in you
I searched for that loving you and I never saw it
I stared into your eyes to search that my loving baby pet, but i never saw my beautiful angel
I stretched my hand out long, but you were too far to reach
This was a night I never dreamt
A night I never longed for
A night too long to cross
A night without your smile to sail thru the rough nite.
My Babypet, I was completely lost tonight
I couldn't see the loving you I'm used to
I hope this hour will soon fade away like the dew
And that radiating smiles filled with glamour and passion, happiness that shakes me to the marrow like a tremor
I hope the new day bring back my dearest, the loving and lovely charming goddess I came for.
Goodbye to the you of last nite my darling angel
Welcome to a bright new day
Waiting to hug my charming cutie tuday as the darkness unwinds from the sky.
I can't wait to hear you remind me of how much you love me
Hold the apologies, I already said that on your behalf a million times
When you smile for me today
I'll let you know that I love you with my breathe
Cos you light my world ??
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
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VOICES & CURSES AGAINST A CROOKED THRONE
Thunder fire you, Oh crooked throne,
That feasts on ?44 billion gone.
Betta Edu, Halima Shehu—names we know,
Public funds turned to private flow.4
Thunder fire you, Oh oil-soaked hand,
That hides ?500 billion from the land.
The NNPCL’s shadowed books,
While the people starve in empty nooks.8
Thunder fire you, Oh fraud of state,
Ninety-two projects abandoned to fate.
Fifteen billion lost in dust and lies,
Four hundred more never touched, though financed high.¹²
Thunder fire you, Oh weak mandate,
Born of a Constitution that twists our fate.
"On your mandate, you & your followers shall fall"
Your incompetency is printed across the wall.¹6
Votes without majority, legitimacy thin,
Yet you sit enthroned while hunger grips in.¹8
Thunder fire you, Oh blood-stained field,
Five hundred Nigerian soldier's lives unsealed.
Bandits roam Zamfara’s cold blooded night,
Sokoto soaks in fear & cries in endless fright.²²
Thunder fire you, Oh silencer’s bill,
That jails the critic, bends the will.
"Waka shege banza" echoes in the street,
And activists, except a few, fall beneath your feet.²6
Thunder fire you, as naira breaks & inflation climbs,
Poor mothers mourns & count their last few dimes.²8
Thunder fire you, Oh broken vow,
Renewed Hope is hollow now.
Twelve thousand dead, their names erased,
Ten thousand kidnapped, children displaced.³²
Thunder fire you, as you caused Plateau’s tears,
Farmers flee farms, Benue’s graves, Borno’s fears.
New terror group, Lakurawa rise, Sokoto burns,
Yet your useless promises yield no returns.³6
Thunder fire you, Oh defence in shame,
Zamfara governor Matawalle’s post, a cursed name.
The army outgunned, your people you betray,
While terror thrives and hope greatly decays.4°
And when the storm breaks, fierce and true,
The cry of the masses will thunder through.
No Aso Rock, no palace gate, no armored car,
Can hide your sad end & the shame of who you are.44
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Copyright ©?26th April 2026.
“I want to be alone… with someone else who wants to be alone.” – Dimitri Zaik
I was born an introvert,
misplaced in an extroverted garden.
Mother's cocoon,
which once kept me safe and warm,
now left me exposed to
green-eyed predators,
who stole my fluorescent fragility.
Is it any wonder that in adolescence,
my heart resembles red glass,
which can shatter at the slightest betrayal,
bleeding in crushing, harlequin drops.
In between the silence of heartbeats,
there was a demonic darkness,
plaguing the scent of my honeysuckle aura—
making me feel an imperfection of ugliness.
Until a vision of a celestial silhouette,
appeared in evergreen ethereal tones.
His smile glistened like tender
pearls of white, seducing
my senses speechless.
I am like a drop of rain upon
his petals of orchid glory.
I know there will be monsoon seasons,
erratic elements harassing my presence,
among his poetic prestige,
yet, I yearn to be
the one,
who is forever enthroned by
his emerald eminence.
Agile bone
Come over oh little in skin but giant in heart
As I make a Clarion call on that which tint the ear
Your great work is made manifest in all ages
As none can outturn that which is laid in your strength
The glory of the young lies in their strength
A true tale from ages
This the ego of the foes do lay
As nothing could come out of their Jerusalem for their joy embrace
When being weak and lame to do that which is in turn.
Sweet odes are made making you dwell in everlasting dream
You're the future of tomorrow
While their prodigals are enthroned to take their stead
Hope your itching ear is not turned to my words?
And your mind is not craft in hate of them
Life is worth to live as no birth is made to waste
Have you been to the prophet for the next phase?
Let not your reply be no
As those in default are in celebration of gnashing
Indepth joy should be the basis of survival
When it's lost, switch to one that craves for it
Survival is not in essence the genesis to be enslaved
Not as the landmark being made by the political I.T.T.
Alas
My back is aching as that in labour
Not that in birth but of that which affects the agile
Masturbation, drugs abuse, sexual harassment, indecency, cultism, thuggery, cyber crime
And all which stand against natural Justice, equity and good conscience
Know the Lord in the days of your youth
It's not an admonission but an order
Put away that which kills the time
As tick tock says the clock
And invest in all that last for life eternal
Nation building, inventories, research, humanitarianism
With these your name is gold
Not as the slave masters at our ealm of affairs.
—Where My Exile Ended in Your Light—
I entered first the prison of a levin,
an empyreal wound of auroral fire
engraved upon creation's obsidian palimpsest, where no
adamantine fetter circled my mortal being,
nor umbral silence sealed the astral threshold; yet I remained
as though eternity had distilled from its immeasurable depths
one sanctified chamber for its undying flame.
I wandered through labyrinthine dominions of becoming,
bearing vestigial constellations upon my soul,
pursuing seraphic dawns beyond the argent verge
where mortal yearning dissolved into celestial oblivion,
while beneath my veiled immensities awakened
the primordial canticle of my fragmented stars
returning to the archetypal firmament of their genesis.
Then you arrived beneath the quivering aureole
of the empyrean night—not as a conflagration
that devoured, nor a maelstrom enthroned upon the void,
but as the ineffable radiance preceding creation's first dawn,
through which my exiled rivers of consciousness flowed
from aeons of separation into the boundless ocean
of their forgotten origin.
Within your eyes I discovered nascent galaxies; within your embrace,
vanished distances dissolved; within your soul I heard the hymn
that breathed before light conceived its own division.
The levin vanished; heaven withdrew its hidden scripture,
yet I remained within that vanishing eternity:
the soul is not liberated by fleeing every boundary,
but by finding the horizon where infinity surrenders.
I was not imprisoned by the lightning that touched heaven;
I was the heaven that remembered its own eternity as light.
Take Courage, Friend, and know thy Love is near!
Death, mortal, can’t erase the prints of Love!
And though he try, with wetted thumb and fear,
To scrub Love out… Its signature is of
Diamonds, indelible as glyphs in rock,
Where only long forgetting wears away.
Love wears lace now, before, ‘twas muslin frock
And She will, veiled, visit – no shrouds, nay!
Bride unto Christ enthroned within your heart.
Ye two will scribe within the Book of Life,
The Record of your Love, perfumed by God,
And He will overlook all starts and strife,
And bless your scribing with his Holy Rod…
Thus so, in Heav’n, together Sweet Loves sing,
And bless us, here below, whene’er bell rings!
(written on the occasion, of thinking of a distant friend)
3/16/2019