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I will never forget
The Sunday school my father taught,
Sitting cross-legged on veranda floor,
English, Maths,grammar and the lot,
hours of learning till bums went sore!
His skill in maths was one to admire,
He arrived at answers like computer,
He taught us all to his hearts desire,
His love for us masked behind a tutor!
We all gained from his teaching skills,
Achieved excellence in life careers,
Ageing dad quietly admired our drills,
Setting us for future like a wise seer!
He visited me in a hill station resort,
Working as a doctor in my first job,
We said goodbye as tears we fought,
He parted with smile between a sob!
I will never forget the day we said bye,
He passed away the following week,
Years since, that day creates a sigh,
As I write this, tears wet my cheek!
Second placement in
I will never forget poetry contest
Sponsor Silent one
Written 12/May/2020
Five days late…
His birthday almost forgot-
but not quite…
The hurt lingered deep.
A small package arrived
addressed to him--
Special
from Dad.
Inside: a watch.
A big boy gift,
for sure.
Gold and bright,
crystal light,
backstamped RollX--
a boy’s treasure,
for sure
Too large for his wrist.
No matter.
He would grow tall,
just like his Dad.
The watch was perfect,
just like it was,
Worn each day with pride--
a symbol
of genuine love and dedication…
How priceless
he was in Dad’s eyes…
Proof.
Scratches
and a flaking finish
didn’t matter.
Neither did
the crack across the face,
or the fact
that it always read
a bit after two.
A good polish--
and it was
good as new.
Like the day
he got it.
Five days late.
T'was eighty two wonderful years,
Before you departed to leave me in tears,
My loneliness hearkens to the fears left by the hearse,
Even the harmattan couldn't dry my streams of tears,
Because I know now you are no more near.
You left through the corridors of November,
Twenty eight is a number I will forever remember,
It can't even be withered by any winter,
As long as the sun shines and the stars twinkle,
I will remember you even after my cheeks wrinkle.
I came out first under your big umbrella,
You rhymed my name and I became a Cinderella,
You left me on a path illuminated in high candela,
You decorated my life with beautiful chandeliers,
You poured wisdom full into my many tumblers.
Before God made all the angels your trumpeters.
Now with God your soul now forever stays,
Your demise messaged more things than you could say,
To your honour I shall live my days,
May God almighty continue to guide my ways,
Rest on dad, till we shall meet at the heavenly quays.
Nigeria—
a land blessed with brilliance,
minds as sharp as blades,
souls burning with the fire of possibility.
But intellect, unguided,
can wander into shadows—
where drug lords reign,
scammers weave their fragile nets,
and petty thieves trade destiny for dust.
Two hundred and thirty-two million strong,
a people vast as the ocean tide.
Imagine—
if every drop of that tide turned toward light,
toward creation, invention, compassion—
what nation could rival you?
I have traveled far.
In America, I heard the complaints.
In England, the same whisper.
In South Africa, weary voices said,
“We do not want them here.”
And I asked, “But why?”
The answer was one word—
reputation.
Scripture has spoken:
“A good name is to be chosen rather than great riches.” (Proverbs 22:1)
My Nigerian brothers and sisters,
your future does not lie in gold,
nor in fleeting riches,
but in the immortal wealth of honor.
True intelligence is not deception.
It is honesty.
It is compassion.
It is humility.
Yes—life is hard.
But life’s greatness
has never been built by crime.
It is built by integrity,
by the patience to plant seeds,
and the courage to guard them
until harvest.
Nigeria,
the world waits for your rising.
The question remains—
what name will you choose to carry?
To the honest police officers who lost their lives in the line of duty.
The city sleeps light under a copper moon,
''The law is a tyrant'', his internal tune,
He runs the dark streets in the heat of the
noon.
Chasing the shadow,a ghost in the swoon,
''No man is free who is a slave to his passion,''
He runs the dark streets in the heat of the
noon
His chief is a pharaoh of the modern saloon,
His superior'wealth a golden,slick fashion,
''The law is a tyrant,'' his internal tune.
''A fish rots first from the head'', a grim boon,
The corruption a cancer in every transaction,
He runs the dark streets in the heat of the
noon.
He keeps his small oath, an ancient
monsoon,
A warrior of conscience, a silent reaction,
'' The law is a tyrant'', his internal tune.
A single just man in a world of lagoon,
He is the thin blue line in a sick,broken
nation,
He runs the dark streets in the heat of the
noon,
''The law is a tyrant,'' his internal tune.
1. The law is a tyrant-aphorism from ancient
Greek law and philosophy
2. ''No man is free who is a slave to his passion''-
A maxim from the philosopher Pythagoras of ancient Greece
3. '' A fish rots first from the head.''-A proverb/maxim with ancient
roots in various cultures,including Chinese and Italian.
Deshbhushan – my father’s name given on
Entrance of a temple where grandma in yawn
Sitting with twins – my father and uncle yon
Hilltop – crying were both – grandpa gone.
Buying some milk when came on lawn
He saw our saint named Shantisagar icon
Underneath a sacred tree praying at dawn.
She worried at weeping of children and bon.
Hurriedly came grandpa with water from Huron
Aiming to quench thirst of three since eon.
Now Shantisagarji Maharaj did withdrawn –
Jain munies never change in mediation
Any position – but for them came in agitation
Informing grandma the names in clarion,
None than Deshanbhushan and Kulbhushan.
Verse A:
Oh how you've honed rebellion, made an art of breaking rules
Just to garner my affection, but I didn't have the tools
(And I never suffered fools - no I never suffered fools)
I loved you with my diligence and bent my back to make
A bridge of opportunities and a path for you to take
(Cleared a passage for your sake - yes a passage for your sake)
Chorus A:
Can you see it, in the mist
There on high - there on high?
There's an arch, heaven-kissed
In the sky, the hazy sky
You may not see it now
But I built it strong with love
And one day it will hold you
Bye-and-bye, bye-and-bye
Yes, one day it will hold you
Bye-and-bye.
Verse B:
Oh I know how I've failed you in many ways I can't explain
We'll never have a friendship - I've caused you so much pain
(So many wounds remain - yes so many wounds remain)
Still I love you to my marrow, with a magnitude, profound
And I built a span, enduring, so you'd walk on solid ground
(So you'd be safe-and-sound - yes so you'd be safe-and-sound)
Chorus B:
Can you see it, in the night
There on high - there on high?
There's an arch, burning bright
In the sky, the somber sky
Perhaps you can not see it
But with love, it long endures
And one day it may save you
Bye-and-bye, bye-and-bye
Yes, one day it may save you
Bye-and-bye.
Verse C:
Oh I know my life is waning, and my faculties are weak
My strength is failing daily, and I've lost my grand physique
(Now my prognosis is bleak - yes my prognosis is bleak)
And though I can not tell you how I feel before I go
I know someday you'll cross that bridge, and then, my son, you'll know
(Just how much I love you so - yes how much I love you so)
Chorus C:
Can you see it, through the storm
There on high - there on high?
There's a refuge, safe and warm
In the sky, the windy sky
I know that you can't see it, but have faith that it is there
I molded it with these two hands, with kindness, love and care
So every time you need a bridge you'll know that I am there
To carry you to safety
Bye-and-bye, bye-and-bye
Yes, to carry you to safety ...
Bye-and-bye.
(Repeat Out)
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
Time will catch us by surprise;
Reach out with greedy talons,
Scratching moments from our eyes.
Bucolic broccoli lives.
Born again Christians,
Prophets all.
Born again and again and again.
Each measured moment choose
Which crier’s call.
Moments laid by each to waste;
Unseen, unused, unanswered.
Gone,
With contents never faced.
No touch unopened such
As gift embraced.
Alive.
Dripping in remission.
This world was taught to us.
How to live, was not.
All cheeks touched;
by brushed and gnarled,
Sinewed hand of God,
Who walks the fields
Of flowing wheat
Between each downy hair
On each surrendered arm,
Soothing voice, alluding voice,
Walking softly,
Long through single minds.
Embracing flowered memory-beams,
Son, and He and We, entwined.
Touched in mornings
When the body’s most alive.
Held in evenings
When the fragile soul can least survive.
Reached with broken arms,
Stunted thoughts,
Impaled on jagged edge of broken spirit.
Holiness escapes us
In each moments frigid death;
Each life from all,
Torn in silenced breath.
Wiser men so soon become,
Our younger Gods,
And we will make this new life work
Because it is the only one we have.
In The Stillness of Night
Kevin Davis 2025
In the stillness of night, where shadows play,
A whispering spirit had found its way.
Cloaked in the wonders of the unknown,
It wrapped around me tightly I've never known.
Though it claimed to be friendly, I still felt fear,
Yet a deep curiosity drew me ever so near.
Through walls and ceilings, it danced with glee,
This specter a puzzle, an unknown riddle to me.
And when it revealed to me a familiar face,
My father’s kind eyes held a warm embrace.
Yet in this familiar form, I questioned the grain,
Was this just a trick played gayly in my brain?
His laughter rang out, a melody so sweet,
“Child, I’m here to show you life’s heartbeat.
In the chaos and turmoil, don't forget how to play,
For the weight of the world can’t bear your sway.”
Each word like a lantern, shining through fog,
Illuminated paths as I sat on the log.
“Find joy in the small, in laughter and cheer,
Let worries dissolve, for they linger so near.”
He spoke of the love that transcends the earth,
Of moments that matter, and the joy of rebirth.
Proudly, he fluttered like a leaf on the breeze,
Reminding me gently, “Live simply with ease.”
As dawn’s early light began to appear,
I woke from the dream, my heart full of cheer.
Though physical ties may have loosened their grip,
The lessons of love from my spirit-filled trip.
Now, I stride through each day with a lighter heart,
Finding joy in the little things, playing my part.
For my father’s reminder still rings crystal clear,
In every sweet moment, he’s always so near.
So, as I journey, with a nod to the past,
I’ll cherish each smile, each laugh meant to last.
For though life may twist in an ominous loom,
His spirit, forever, will light up the room.
Take His hand, He’ll be your sight,
Guide you through your darkest night,
For what now seems to be a wall,
Standing impenetrable, tall,
Cannot hide you from His light.
He feels the pain you’re going through
But He is standing right by you
Let His presence quell your fear
Feel His Spirit drawing near
Rest in His love, His love so dear
Don’t look behind , don’t look ahead
Just fix your eyes on Him instead
Learn to trust, don’t let Him go,
For you must always, always know,
Just how much He loves you so.
He came to teach, He came to give
To show you how to really live
The Father sent His only Son,
For Father, Son are truly One,
Their constant love will overcome.
You are entrusted with His grace
So never turn away your face
He is the shepherd who will save
The lost and broken when they stray
Stay close to Him and walk His way.
He brings hope to the oppressed
He whispers peace to the depressed
To the tired and overburden, He gives rest
To those that fall behind he says
“ Come walk with Me to better days”
He shed tears In Gethsemane
Sweated blood in mental agony
Yet accepted, with humility,
The suffering that lay ahead
The crown of thorns upon his head
The cross to which he would be led.
Rejection at the hands of those
Some who followed, some He chose,
Seeking shadows as the cockerel crows.
Those Whom he'd come, in love. to save
Once waving palms, now fists of rage
Sought to consign Him to a grave.
Christ made the greatest sacrifice
Upon a cross, he lost his life
They took his broken body down
Then laid Him in a burial gown
Yet In three days another crown
Rested on the risen Saviour’s brow.
He waits for you, He longs to see ,
The chains of sin and guilt fall free
The Father, Son and Spirit three
The Blessed Holy Trinity
Will free you from your earthly ties
Let your soul, your spirit, rise
Live with Him in Paradise........