Long Guilt Poems
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From The Ashes of The War, 1
The smoke has cleared, but the silence betrays,
A quieter warfare that numbers the days.
Where brothers who shared both the mortar and name,
Now look at each other through prisms of shame.
They tell us the root of our lineage is wrong,
That Bini, not Igbo, is where we belong.
They swallow the history the victors have spun,
Denying the mother to flatter the son.
If bent on abandoning your Igbo identity, oh Ikwerre,
Would you also abandon your half-brothers in Amaigbo and Nkwere?
Where Amaigbo’s son, ruled the Niger Delta, as King Jaja of Opobo,
A revered king and a free son of Igbo, never a servant or an odibo.
The vowels are altered, the heritage torn,
To bury the cradle where identity was born.
Bini was Iduu, they never claimed Akalaka as a son,
And Eze Chima, not, REze Chima, never a Bini born.
Behold how the letters are weaponized now,
An "R" stamped brutally on a community’s brow.
A tactical grammar where ancestry hides
From Umukurushi to Rumukurushi, it slides,
What an “R” wonder in not identifying as Igbo
Umuola to Rumuola and Umuokoro to Rumuokoro,
Umuekpe to Rumuekpe and Umuigbo to Rumuigbo,
The tags of "Niger Delta" replace what used to be true,
South South, a desperate shield from the malice they knew.
When oil residues soiled the creeks they knew,
And oil wells shared among Western and Northern emirs,
Excluding the Igbo Chiefs and the South-South Chiefs, too.
They cannot erase the Igbo language all the same,
Though they try, by adopting new regional names.
Yet their chieftaincy titles remain of Igbo ancestry,
To stay authentic and linked to the history, authority and ancestry.
Oh, weep for the scholars, the local elites,
Who traded the truth for the praise of the streets!
The intellectuals, blinded by status and gain,
Who justified treason and sanitized pain.
They authored the distance, they drafted the wall,
And cheered as they watched their own brotherhood fall.
They organized and seized Igbo properties labelled "abandoned,"
Sharing those homes with reckless abandon) ed
Even Saro-Wiwa’s last address belonged to the Ojukwu dynasty.
Yet the soil remembers what politics tries to erase,
The blood in the marrow, the lines on the face.
Though the names may be rewritten and the history denied,
The truth of the cradle still echoes inside.
April 4 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 28-31
Key Verse – 1Samuel 30:6 And David was greatly distressed; for the people spake of stoning him, because the soul of all the people was grieved, every man for his sons and for his daughters: but David encouraged himself in the Lord his God.
HEART THAT ABIDES IN THE ENCOURAGEMENT OF THE LORD
Our heart abides in the encouragement of the Lord with His assistance
Along His pardon, marked by redemption’s inheritance
Surely handling us well despite our pride’s resistance
And self-exalted feeling of esteemed importance.
Our heart abides in the encouragement of the Lord with His aid
Along His mercies that never fade
Surely upholding us despite our sinfulness, foolishly-made
And annoying guilt of restlessness’ raid.
Our heart abides in the encouragement of the Lord with His commitment
Along His grace-fulfillment
Surely seeking us despite our worried sentiment
And frustrated spirit of agonizing predicament.
Our heart abides in the encouragement of the Lord with His compassion
Along His wise supervision
Surely securing us despite our confusion
And wavering faith due to doubts’ oppression.
Our heart abides in the encouragement of the Lord with His access
Along His chastisement of care’s success
Surely reaching out to us despite our stubbornness-caused curses
And obvious disobedience of rebelliousness’ traces.
Our heart abides in the encouragement of the Lord with His anchor
Along His fellowship’s succor
Surely propping us up despite our bitterness-rancor
And destructive envy of jealousy’s decor.
Our heart abides in the encouragement of the Lord with His leadership
Along His offered ministry-partnership
Surely helping us despite our lack of devotion in our relationship
And faltering enthusiasm for stewardship as well as discipleship.
April 4, 2026
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm a person who everybody hates.
It''s because I committed murder in 1988.
I had never committed a crime before.
I killed a couple who owned a convenience store.
I didn't have to kill them, they gave me all of their bread.
I should've walked out of the store but I shot them instead.
when I pulled the trigger twice, two lives ended.
In just a matter of hours I was apprehended.
I've spent all of these years in prison.
All because I made a stupid decision.
I didn't feel remorse until I saw their loved ones burst into tears.
I've felt nothing but pain and guilt during these years.
I'll still be in prison when I'm gray and old.
I'm doing life with no chance of parole.
Form:
They say it gets harder
The older you get
The loneliness creeps in and often good memories you simply forget
It's those yearly reminders of things you once had
Memories once made
On days you hated in a moment on a day from your past
Oh, how I wish I could rewind time
Replace a frown with a smile
Soak up every single second
With gratitude for all those things I forgot to remember I had, until now
When they are gone
We feel this guilt, it’s this uneasy, unsettling regret that we wasted so many moments being irritable and upset
wishing it would fly by to any moment, just the next
To escape the memories I now wish I made myself sit through to get
So I am now trying to enjoy and create because I understand the importance of every second, for every day.
Today, I make memories for future me to have
Like little treasure boxes, I keep unopened
Until
The day I dig them up
For a memory to recap
I can’t say I am perfect and present every second
But I am constantly aware of my mental exit and my presence
Being conscious of decisions I make
When my brain forces thoughts of loneliness and shame
I am content with who I am when it’s just my shadow and no friends
I am just human, and this comes with imperfections
Feeling loneliness on certain days of particular times of year is a human condition as we are merely just understanding the impact of our conscious presence for our future years. It’s going to be a forever feeling, but knowing it’s just that means you are actually healing.
The journey feels lonely in the beginning when you’re starting reprogramming old ways and ill thinking
Once you are aware of true self
Lonely just means more time you get to work on yourself. No longer should that word make you feel less than anyone else.
Keep that in mind when the seasons roll through and you start to become a shell of yourself. It’s not bad to be content by yourself it means you did the work, and now you actually love the company of self.
You are able to be present, gather new treasures to pack away for a later day when old age claims mobility, and new memories for you to claim. It's like a memory layaway with an extended lay. I may sometimes feel lonely, but that’s just more time for me.
October 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Luke 12-13
Key Verse – Luke 12:1 In the mean time, when there were gathered together an innumerable multitude of people, insomuch that they trode one upon another, he (Jesus Christ) began to say unto his disciples first of all, Beware ye of the leaven of the Pharisees, which is hypocrisy.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR WARNING ME AGAINST HYPOCRISY
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its evil source
That comes from carnality’s force---
Help me please that I stay in Your biblical course
As I desire to be holy through the standards You endorse.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its bad effect
That speaks of imperfect human nature with character defect---
Help me please that I declare Your truth, and falsity detect
As I pray to be sincere, being Your child whom You righteously protect.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its inflicted shame
That brings embarrassment’s flame---
Help me please that I avoid worldly game
As I choose to be honest while praise to You I exclaim.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its obvious detriment
That starts with guilt along afflicted sentiment---
Help me please that I pursue toward earnest commitment-fulfillment
As I endeavour to be strong by Your steadfast redemption-settlement.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its unpleasant consequence
That exposes unwillingness of subtle disobedience---
Help me please that I labour with service-caused diligence
As I submit to be surrendered to Your will of perfection-insistence.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its afflictive vexation
That irritates spirituality and vanquishes joy of salvation---
Help me please that I triumph over pride-inviting temptation
As I strive to remain calm through Your peace-endued forgiveness-provision.
Thank You for warning me against hypocrisy and its sinful pleasure-filthiness
That offends godliness to promote idolatry’s wickedness---
Help me please that I flee from lustfulness along selfishness
As I beg to be repentant whenever I’m drawn toward hypocritical zealousness.
October 3, 2022
August 19 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 26-29
Key Verse – Jeremiah 26:13 Therefore now amend your ways and your doings, and obey the voice of the LORD your God; and the LORD will repent him of the evil that he hath pronounced against you.
HEART THAT OBEYS THE VOICE OF THE LORD GOD FOR US TO AMEND OUR WAYS
Our heart obeys the voice of the Lord God for us to amend our ways…
…from sin-brokenness
While He heals our soul’s illness
So that we can rise up against smiting filthiness
By His merciful forgiveness.
Our heart obeys the voice of the Lord God for us to amend our ways…
…from transgression-affliction
While He revives our salvation’s jubilation
So that we can repent against selfish reaction
By His transforming sanctification.
Our heart obeys the voice of the Lord God for us to amend our ways…
…from iniquity-adversity
While He cleanses our heart’s infirmity
So that we can turn against weakening uncertainty
By His directing authority.
Our heart obeys the voice of the Lord God for us to amend our ways…
…from discouragement-ailment
While He corrects our discontentment’s predicament
So that we can strive against earthly commitment
By His inspiring encouragement.
Our heart obeys the voice of the Lord God for us to amend our ways…
…from anxiety-misery
While He reproves our mind’s worry
So that we can soar against vain glory
By His living Gospel story.
Our heart obeys the voice of the Lord God for us to amend our ways…
…from idolatry-damage
While He works for our faith’s advantage
So that we can endure against pride-caused spoilage
By His holy gauge.
Our heart obeys the voice of the Lord God for us to amend our ways…
…from guilt-fracture
While He fixes our conviction’s posture
So that we can stand against unrighteousness’ culture
By His gracious gesture.
August 19, 2026
when I was a little boy I ran into a little bit of bad luck
with my new slingshot I mistakenly killed my Nanna's pet duck
I was frightened and so scared that I had a panic attack
and thinking like a child I buried the duck in the back
unbeknownst to me there was a witness to this deed
I had inadvertently given my sister all the ammunition she would need
and for the entire summer she held that duck of guilt over my head
she blackmailed me to do all her chores until the day I was spirit-led
the Holy Spirit came upon me one day and told me to confess of my sins
for that would be the only way to gain control of my life once again
so with a contrite heart I went and told my Nanna what had went down
she laughed and said she wondered how long I would let my sister push me around
she said she saw me that day when I buried the duck in the backyard
and hoped that I would eventually come and tell her of my part
she was very much aware that my sister had held me in a bind
and she prayed that the teachings of the Lord would come to weigh on my mind
It was a lesson in life that I have since come to discover
that there's nothing you can hide that the Holy Spirit will not uncover
there is no thought, no deed nor anything that will remain concealed
that the light of the Lord Our God will not one day reveal
so don't let the duck of guilt be the sword that hangs over you
confess of your sins and simply live to always tell the truth
Tears wash the pane on the window of the soul.
So how clean can one’s windowpane be?
When I see the future I have no goal.
I ache and wonder what’s to be.
The beauty that I enjoy and the glorious creation,
Cause me to faint and to falter in truth…
I can have no satisfaction or elation,
My walk it stumbles in abject uncouth.
To see what joy is deep with in,
Look past the image and beyond the mirror
Pass through the web of deception,
Walk quickly through the fog, reception clearer.
Can you see what I feel or feel what I see?
Can you touch deep with in, is it really me?
Can you taste the loss of what will never be?
Can you understand that there is no key?
I ponder the way of confusion and conclusion…
I wonder about reality and fiction…
There will never be what never was,
And what never was shall never be…
A loop, a conundrum, a mystery,
Stuck in a trap a hunter has built.
None so strong ever in history,
Bound and flogged, stranded in guilt.
None to follow, none to help,
None to lift, none to stand,
None to give, none to receive.
None to travel, none to stay…
I lift my chin and eyes to the sun,
My feet directed for no one.
I am alone and alone I will be,
In the end everything else is gone…
But, me…
Today, lynching has gone
From roped necks and trees
To piercing bullets and klan knees;
Free from guilt and doing no wrong.
Yet, the hued victims remain the
Same;
And seeking immediate justice seems
Just insane;
Today’s dead man walking, is surely
A young or old black;
There’s no shadow of doubt that normal
Racist murder is back.
Those blacks that the present pandemic pulsating virus
Don’t infect and kill,
Many—you can bet—roving racist cops and their peers
Most surely will.
No matter which perpetrator of the two will cause our
Black families to grieve,
Keloid memories will be echoes of those ghostly words,
“I can’t breathe…”
From many rains ago, it has been proven that with racism
“[We all can’t]…just get along…”
And while we wander racist injustice together, it also seems
“Burn baby burn” has not gone.
To Be Unrealized
by Odin Roark
By whose standards
you might ask.
The standard for the conscious,
the persons who regardless of career aspiration,
relationship passion,
past guilt baggage,
know that job,
partners,
acclaim,
power,
and celebrity,
are but controlling remnants
of an upbringing and the continued quest
of media brainwashing to score a rating coup d'état.
Void of true sentient identity,
immersed instead in the ubiquitous coating
of saccharin-infused cream on top delusions,
fantasies glamorize the duped,
the ignorant…
Believe it or not…
Mass populous wants more from life,
even though they continue to be self-exiled
in the “grovel syndrome” of survival.
Listen…
The cries of those who care,
Blast forth “Oh, for Christ sake, wake up!”
The answer?
Only a fool would offer a universal solution.
But…
Perhaps a nudge in the right direction
might be the revelatory awakening to thinking…
you know, that gift we are infused with,
the non-aggressive weapon seldom employed,
the empowerment to stop being controlled by others,
while you truly take the initiative to
set your own standards,
acquire your own answers,
exorcise some exhaustive introspection,
and a modicum of study into behavioral history.
Many would argue…
To be unrealized
is the individual’s own fault.
No one else’s.
Who of consciousness would disagree?