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SHOWTIME
Holocaust swivelled at the turn of these events,
Stimulated by the wrath of a country's vent.
Time wasted and extravagantly spent
Until the shape of democracy brutally sees a dent?
New blockbusters; as periodic protagonist election
square-up with the vile villain called selection.
INEC is the man in stripes refereeing,
(the usual suspect of the nations suffering).
Nigeria's centre stage of the world's innocence
And the entire globe is the audience.
Power is like a baby in demand and divinely sent
to be given out to prospective parents.
Who will take custody of the most sort after?
Watch out for the 2023-26 version of Nigeria,
Watch out for court cases and unexpected faces,
especially in Aso Rock and Daily front pages.
Watch out for interim governance;
At the presidential seat, for instance.
All in a journey to a better Nigeria,
greeted by the eruption of mass hysteria,
In fulfilment of God's concealed wisdom.
Corruption grips us tightly but we fight for freedom.
The labour of our heroes past (and present)
shall not be in vain & won't pass but witness
the advent of newness purged by bloodbath
And tirades of a people's wrath.
The late legends: our history book heroes,
#EndSars protest young martyrs who caw as crows
and the present-day youth revolutionist
Shall all eat the fruit of their labour as they enlist
in the fight to realise Rebirth & forsook apathy.
We the New Nigeria activists are the Labour Party???
And our labour will not be in vain ????
The reign of Old Nigeria will finally wane.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Arkquain Swirl (34 lines poem)
Copyright ©? February, 2023.
Oh Juliet! A memory of a love long lost in vain…
thy bridal song, a dirge of darkened madrigal becomes.
Yet thought of you, for me, brings more to mind of hate than pain
and all because you stole away the one who was my Love.
Whilst all the rest swoon ‘Juliet’, their precious turtle dove,
I left my love to serve my Lord, but thou – a concubine!
for Romeo forsook his first and foremost, Rosaline.
Let none be fooled! So cold and cruel thy wicked heart disguised,
behind a face of snow white youth and eyes of clearest blue
resides a witch, a sorceress; I swear it, though surmised.
Thy tender lips with somber kiss bore poison drops of dew
to steal my one and only love, my son of Montague!
Unfair the pair in Heaven will forever live in death,
whilst I, without my Romeo, yet he has Juliet!
*written from the point of view of Rosaline, Romeo's initial love interest before laying eyes on Juliet...
I was out in the world
I thought it was all about me
I was blinded by lustful pleasures
unwilling to stop or see
I did drugs, I drank, I thought I was in control
yet He never gave up on me
just waited for me to return back to the fold
I lived a life of decadence
only seeking selfish pleasures
I forsook His very word
and fell short of His measure
surrounded by evil and darkness
desperate and in plight
too self-absorbed to understand
that I needed His guiding light
being down and out
as low as a human can go
I allowed the adversary
to run the entire show
but despite me being my self
of me He continued to seek
He never gave up on me
even though I was shallow and weak
now I'm back in His arms
a new creation in Christ
reading and studying his word
my future is looking bright
restored, reborn and renewed
my faith is now on solid ground
He never gave up on me
no matter how far I'd sunk down
people today need to come together
and just try to understand
that the foundation that God gave
is solid rock and not sinking sand
God's word will nourish your soul
and His love will lighten your heart
God never gave up on me
and from Him
may I never again draw apart
Longing for love to bring me back alive
Longing for love to be stronger again
To bath in sunshine and feel time
I gave up thirty years for another beginning
I’ve burned up my soul, to end my zombie self
I abandoned all my memories, the good ones and bad
Then, I shattered my heart, so that I can feel again
I forsook my old dreams, I have new ones
And I am longing for love, to bring me back alive
to see heaven again
To experience miracles of your body once more
To fall in your magic and feel alive
I'm longing for a smile to light up my heart
I'm longing for love, cause it's the only way
Form:
For years he proudly wore the uniform of his beloved nation,
Fighting in many conflicts seeing mankind's terrible desecration.
In the heat of battle he often looked beyond the horrible strife,
When one day he could pen his dreams about the good things in life.
He tried to erase from his mind the lingering nightmare of battle,
The clash of steel, the billowing smoke and the musket's rattle.
He retired to a peaceful life and forsook the weapons of war,
To muse and write of ordinary things, letting his imagination soar!
He wrote of the magnificence of a beautiful, fragrant rose,
And the peaceful innocence of little children in repose.
The grandeur of the Creator's mountain, stream and plain,
Trees, sunshine, the moon, the stars and life-sustaining rain.
He wrote of children anxiously pondering choices at a candy store,
And of mighty waves from far-away places rushing to the shore.
He told of the virtues of attending Church and Sunday School,
To handle others with loving care, as if each were a precious jewel!
It says in the Good Book there'll always be wars and rumors of war,
But the old soldier had seen the folly of war and made it his chore,
To espouse a truism he had learned, this a very simple rule:
"If folks would follow The Golden Rule, they'd be apt to be less cruel!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I ran here and I ran there,
And even for a moment
rested not I anywhere.
I had the riches and all the fun
basking under a robust sun,
I knew pain nowhere
And reaped joy everywhere.
I needed none to lend me a hand,
Nor by my side to stand,
No shoulder I sought upon to cry,
There was no task I would not try,
To grab wealth I would not shy,
Nor faltered a bit to cheat and lie;
With unfettered passion to win
I forsook my own kith and kin.
Favored by fate I was awestruck,
Until...
Time’s heavy hand struck!
My body gave up the strife,
My spirit longed for a quiet life--
But Life turned its back on me,
Oh, my folly it made me see:
He who is at peace with his share
leaving the worldly woes in God's care,
He who is driven not by his whims
Happy is he, life is good to him!
"What Life means to you" contest by Nayda Negron
The Lesser Matter
There was a human race to save,
Not one race or creed,
For all souls, it was for all,
did our Savior bleed.
For the God of all time and eternity,
Saw the greatest plight,
For our souls, His only cause,
He chose to fight.
Enslavements, genocides, and murders,
for injustices of all kind,
For every cause and case foreseen,
had you and I in mind.
He forsook the royalty of His glory,
to be enclosed in flesh and skin,
Conquered sin and death in the likeness of sinful flesh,
For us to win!
For the radical cause we lift our voices
and fists the same.
Lay down your weapons, for the sake of Christ, in Jesus' name!
For Him, turn neither left or right, to choose a side,
Choose the Lord of Host Most High,
His grace applied.
What does it matter to hate and fight,
mere men are scorned or applaused,
When for the preaching of the gospel of Jesus Christ, is the greatest cause.
Many have forsaken the spiritual battle,
to choose the latter,
to fight, live and even die, for the lesser matter.
That you would pick a fight for part than all of humanity,
A greater weight is more at stake for eternity.
Nautdah
Nautdah, they called you,
In your real life they named you,
When you knew yourself,
When you lived out on the unforgiving plains.
As Nautdah, Comanche captive,
You Became Comanche;
Leaving behind the girl
Who was Cynthia Parker
Sloughed off like an ill-fitted skin.
You gave birth
To their greatest leader, Quanah
In a field of wildflowers on the Texas plain;
Forsook your language and embraced
That century of blood and pain
For the sake of a people who's way was dying
Even as you butchered bison on the endless sea of grass.
They recaptured you and made you a monument to what their wildness
Had made of you:
A woman of the Elements, a woman who would not be cowed
By the conventions of her time;
A woman who would never cease
Trying to return to the people to whom she really belonged,
To the people who belonged to the Sky, the Earth, the Wild Horses.
Before Quanah died, having lived with his feet in both Worlds,
He arranged to have your bones interred near his,
Where the two of you could lie together
To dream of wildflowers, and Freedom.
Some kings are borne in magnificent coaches gilt with gold.
With great pomp and blare of trumpet, their procession is foretold.
Others are borne on ornate sedan chairs, clad in purple gowns.
Upon their royal brows rest elaborate, jeweled crowns.
Christ forsook such trumpery for His triumphal celebration.
Instead, He chose a lowly donkey as His means of transportation.
Thro' the streets of Jerusalem the Man of Galilee was borne;
He of royal lineage, destined to wear a crown of thorn.
Exultant crowds spread cloaks and palm fronds along the mews,
Shouting "Hosanna In the Highest!", to the herald of Good News!
This festive occasion was revealed by the Prophet Zecharia,
Who foretold that a humble donkey would bear the great Messiah!
Tho' The Prince of Peace could've sat upon a prancing Arabian steed,
Or a lavishly bespangled camel of exceptional breed,
This modest yet majestic preacher, teacher, physician,
Chose to ride a simple donkey to fulfill His earthly mission.
Tho' the Savior of humankind was in a lowly stable born,
And suffered a lifetime of ridicule, hate and scorn,
He endured trials and temptations but overcame such things,
And arose victorious o'er the grave to become the King of Kings!
Entry for Anthony Slausen's "Jesus" Contest
Look at me for I am here
The lonely life they tried to disappear
The broken person with his broken mind
I live amongst you but you are all blind
Touch my hand and feel my skin
I feel like you feel but for me no one feels from within
I am skin and bone in physical space
Yet my presence is lost in view like I have no face
I walk the street alone, no one bothers with me
I see you enjoying living a life with a family
You catch a glimpse of me in a dark sillohette
Just for a second I exist but then you forget
I can't live like you, I can't love like you
For love forsook my life the day I was born
They broke my bones; I never had a home
They left me to feed on scraps and filth
They beat me when I cried or asked for help
Please look at me for I am here
The scars on my body will never disappear
The war in my mind of life and death
The whispered words I only talk to myself
Are just wasted breath
Look at me for here I am
On my knees begging for anything
Why walk past me? Why help me feed?
For to you who has everything
I am no one and no one is me