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Saturday is native to weddings and ceremonies
Of anxieties – patterned in coarse sputum of rain.
My friend Bonsy and his wife filled the calendar
With the uselessness of time, levelled against waste
As indicated by the clocks of dew-coated pavements
Of our yawning city.
Next to this was the arrangement of formalities which
Came with the attainment of stress. They haggled
Between themselves, the celebrants. Oh well, they haggled
For the benefits of the church from which the organ must
Sound, to welcome them – aisle-bound – among a congregation
That suits itself with the accoutrements of churchdom.
And the wedding proceeded amid the glare of the gentle
Sun, into whose ears the dulcet voice of the red organ
Poured. A postman once said to me, ‘If all posts bore
Wedding invitations, who would attend and who wouldn’t? ’
To which I turned my arms up, helplessly indicating my
Thoughtlessness to such questions.
And the church bell pealed.
It grew with the muscle of Doppler Effect when frayed nerves
Become inured to boiling cold like the one we all were witnesses
To, that blustery, unendowed Saturday, when Bonsy married June.
And the minister pronounced every word of conjugation with
Care, peering into the eyes of the couple and the rest of us sinners
Who listened with the attentiveness of cats on matters relating the
Rape of pious mice.
The organ rose and fell in one voice swoop, massaging the pride
In one sinner after another on this ceremony of whimsical gales,
Now sweeping the face of the town; this union of bone and flesh
Draped in dark suits and flowing matter of whiteness, white and
Whitish whiteness of white.
‘I DO’.
The church winked.
‘I DO’.
The holy house hummed.
The organ belched.
Outside, Saturday wore on like before... oh, no, not like before,
When it would have lain prostrate to its own fouled weather of
Extreme bride bliss and dancing confetti.
My friend’s wedding went on on the blustery breath of July rain.
Dark and fussy, the clouds, jealous of July, frowned their faces.
Rain spat gently. No thunder spoke.
Lightning came only through the lone eyes of cameras.
“ 5 But your many enemies will become like fine dust, the ruthless hordes like blown chaff. Suddenly, in an instant, 6 the LORD Almighty will come with thunder and earthquake and great noise, with windstorm and tempest and flames of a devouring fire. 7 Then the hordes of all the nations that fight against Ariel, that attack her and her fortress and besiege her, will be as it is with a dream, with a vision in the night— 8 as when a hungry person dreams of eating, but awakens hungry still; as when a thirsty person dreams of drinking, but awakens faint and thirsty still. So will it be with the hordes of all the nations that fight against Mount Zion.” Isa 29:5-8 NIV
Suddenly in an instant
The Lord Almighty will appear,
With thunder, earthquake and windstorm,
And flames of a devouring fire to cheer.
Then the hordes of all the nations
That fight against Ariel,
Will attack and besiege her—
Like a dream, the just to tell.
All the nations are lured
Into God’s sieve of destruction.
A mighty army come to destroy
Will meet its planned annihilation.
Justice for God’s holy temple
Will come down from heaven on high.
He’s the only Saviour of Ariel—
Within none will deny.
Justice will dwell in the desert
And the fruit of righteousness will be peace.
No longer will fools be counted noble,
Or the scoundrel find wealth’s release.
The kingdom of righteousness
Will open eyes that were formerly closed.
Ears who hear will listen,
When God’s truth becomes exposed.
Though hail will flatten the forests
And the city will be levelled,
How blessed you will be Ariel—
When your righteousness is unravelled.
The Lord Almighty will do battle
On Mount Zion and its heights.
He will shield His favourite city,
In which He takes delight.
Copyright © 2011-2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.godsgreetings.org
The day fell,
and the night came,
shrouding me in shadows,
where silence echoed,
and I stood alone,
a solitary figure,
lost in dark thoughts,
weaving visions of a red-flamed future,
glimmering like gleaming gold,
but laced with despair.
Beneath the cold Kachikau winds,
the breath of the late me swept through,
carrying whispers of yesterdays,
and the weight of a world aching,
a bleeding earth,
its crust folding,
wrapping secrets in layers of sorrow.
I saw the end of the world,
a collapse so gentle,
like a rose wilting in the dry season,
the future fading,
petals falling,
each one a memory,
each one a promise unkept.
The walls we built trembled,
cracked under the pressure of our own making,
the rock of my salvation,
long weathered,
her spirit eroded,
whispers of strength now mere echoes.
The Kachikau horizons lay levelled,
a barren canvas where dreams once danced,
the times when you were with me,
when I was with you,
all but a flicker in the depths of time,
a fire burned them to the depths of Sheol,
consuming love, consuming light—
I saw the earth fade,
an artist’s brush sweeping across the canvas,
leaving only shades of gray.
We dug a pit,
and in our haste, we fell,
collapsing into the very void we crafted,
our hands stained with the earth’s blood,
we made it bleed,
our lips consumed us,
entwined in a kiss of despair,
a desperate embrace,
where passion turned to ashes.
Now, the end of the world is near,
a whisper on the wind,
a haunting melody,
and we,
we are all fading,
like stars swallowed by the dawn,
our light dimming,
our stories unfinished,
as darkness wraps around us,
an eternal shroud,
Form:
When DNA shunted a tad to the right
And the very first man got his very first sight
Of his chimpanzee brothers, less upright, less tall
With rocks preselected he bludgeoned them all
Man’s earliest crime from man’s earliest time
Civilisation? A very long climb.
So kill to survive became killing to win
The first creeping roots of perennial sin
One million years on he talks so he lies
His enemy lives so his enemy dies
One million years on he wants so he takes
His smile and his friendly demeanour are fakes
No-one knows when or from where it came
He harboured the concept of someone to blame
He had God and Gods but the field wasn't level
So he grasped at the notion of something called Devil
For thousands of years most of the crime
Was blamed on the Devil most of the time
Man raped and man pillaged, man tore man apart
And all for the Devil was in his black heart
They’d told it, then wrote it, then acted on stage
Finally Hollywood explained the rage
The Devil, he’s Satan, he’s Lucifer too
So nothing you do can be levelled at you
But what happened next has modern man vexed
The Devil shuns Facebook, nor does he text
He cannot inveigle or instigate grief
When the man of today has little belief
God is what happens at Easter and Christmas
The Devil’s not mentioned aloud nor in whispers
Satanic movies and tomes gather dust
Yet man’s ill intent stands proud and robust
No caveman, no spaceman and no John Doe can
Refute that an evil resides within man
His guilt is his own, be it malice or passion
Now that the Devil has gone out of fashion
_ _ _ _
[Inspired by my partner, Annie, who, as we flicked through
The channels looking for a movie to watch, said...
‘The Devil’s gone out of fashion’]
THE PRICE OF BLOOD FOR A NEW NIGERIA
Fist outstretched towards the sky,
Flags lifted high to reveal my course.
Ask your mothers why your fathers died,
why their sisters and brothers levelled on the streets;
They'll recount how the street lights in Lekki Toll Gate,
how the hearts of Lagos was blacked-out,
how the CCTV cameras were "blindfolded",
disconnected from every truth's eye,
how your harmless citizens were pursued with guns
before curfew and before mama called.
Millions of freedom fighters fought for free,
Fought frightenly & fervently for you,
not with guns, machetes, knives or spear
But with one voice, banners & fist lifted high.
Know that my hands - too small for the task,
But together, our hands pulled up a sinking nation,
Blood bathed us, many left too soon,
both the ghetto-born and silver-spoon.
Remember your fathers lives
bought back your nation from ruin;
Though costly price to pay, but worth every lumpsome.
Maintain the peace that comes after the wreck,
Don't ever forget 20th October 2020!
Always remember blood was the ransom for your country.
Your fathers and mothers were tireless fools
because it's a foolish thing to sacrifice one's life for their children
which is the greatest kind of sacrifice -
John 3:16 (This is the greatest love ever liveth).
Peace is just a touching distance, my child;
A New Nigeria awaits your embrace.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 22nd October, 2020.
#StopKillingTheYouths #NoToBadGovernance #NoToPoliceBrutality #EndSars #NoToSwat #StopSheddingInnocentBlood #WeWantNewNigeria?????????
PRIDE
I went in search of pride
When I found her; she was so proud of herself
She prided herself about like a peacock
I told her the humble truth of life
Pride, you need to get down from your high shoes
Only then can you realize that which you haven't realized
The ground on which you stand is not a levelled ground
This ground you stand on is only a stepping ground to a higher ground
Right now, you see it as a ground higher than mount Everest
Your pride deceives you; you are standing on a ground below sea level.
She is just a girl
She is in herself a self acclaimed goddess
She likes to be in control of everything
When there is nothing else to control; she controls herself
Though not good at it; herself controls her
Pride gets the best out of her; humility is her slave
She is drowning in an ocean of fantasy and doesn't want to shout for help
She doesn't want to get real with reality
She is too comfortable to be uncomfortable in her comfortable comfort
Your pride deceives you; you are living an uncomfortable life.
He is just a boy
He is in himself a self acclaimed god
He likes to be in control of everything
When there is nothing else to control; he controls himself
Though not good at it; himself controls him
Pride gets the best out of him; humility is his slave
He is drowning in an ocean of fantasy and doesn't want to shout for help
He doesn't want to get real with reality
He is too comfortable to be uncomfortable in his comfortable comfort
Your pride deceives you; you are living an uncomfortable life.
Lordvip
Savoured roots at the tip of a spade
Dying leaves escape their own tree’s shade
We’re in a draught, spare me your tears
Unless you’re a portfolio full of shares
The land is levelled by green boots
Their orders given by black suits
Does anyone know who invented the book?
The written word whose hand knowledge shook?
I'm the wailing guitar's disconnected speaker
The cure found in the slip of a broken glass beaker
The trillions locked away in a vault of greed
The billions our fear safely breeds
I'm surrounded by a heat of hatred
My peaceful world's smouldering and defeated
Deep in lack of love's crippling frustration
Sunny days clouded in cold perspiration
Life is crawling down the barrel of a gun
In the firing line of death rays escaping the sun
I count my enemies in each empty shell
I pick it up to glimpse down the bottom of hell
I'm seen in forgotten memory
A lost entry in a 1939 Nazi diary
Left out to wet and dry like an old newspaper
Let me fly this wind fate's prepared proper
I was searching for peace and quiet
I couldn't afford to pay a requested quote
So I live up the slippery walls of a bleeding nose
Along the ear channel’s tunnelled noise
I hear whispered dark secrets
Confessions and prayers hummed and sacred
Shouted insults and empty threats
The clearing and swallow of a dry throat
Thabang J. Ngoma
13-12-2015
John lawless’s Where Echoes Hide - Poetry Contest
Today I stopped waiting.
I had promised distance.
I never break promises,
but this time,
it was survival.
I ranted a little,
accused a lot,
a disgusting manipulation,
for I must sew the seed,
the opposite of love.
So I am cut off,
I am hated,
and I have totally lost,
control, happiness, warmth,
but I am levelled.
Today I weigh a bit less,
and I move a bit quicker.
This day I cease hiding
from myself
and the truth I denied.
I am free now,
and I will rebuild.
My house will be bigger,
than even back then,
and it will boast a great Master.
My heart is white today,
it's blackness is gone.
My will serves as a ticket
toward the long journey ahead,
destination is justified and fluid.
Those that leave you,
make you a larger vessel.
Once emptied it will hunger
to be filled to it's brim,
with a gorgeous golden meniscus.
Do not run, do not shield,
for it is a valorous goal.
To know the pain you risk
and the robbing of the time,
preluded by hope and satisfaction.
So thank the lovers in a moment of clarity,
thank the thieves of hearts and memories,
think of them as salient and sweet.
For you are enriched and unburdened,
and you are ready to admit the light.
Rage at the dark,
Rant at the ravagers of souls,
but welcome them to the stage.
For to master the act,
one must first master the rehearsal.
ENDLESS END
(i)
Beside the running water
Falling down the hill
I met a young man , handsome and good looking
Yet, frazzled and bored
Sitting all day long
Beside the running water
Young man, why are you
Sitting all day long
Frazzled and bored
Beside the running water
You cannot know and hope you will not be bothered
( in a voice sounding like a moving train: unrest and unbalance)
Many rivers i have crossed
Many mountain i have levelled
Many wide animals i had met
Inside many of the thick forests
As i cross, crossing many borders
Keeping my eyes firmly in a vision
Like a hunter that is hunting for God
(ii)
Many moons i have counted
With sun rising and falling
Day by day, i lingered in the melt of its heat
Searching for the most beautiful in the world
That i may stay with for better and for the worse
I have crossed many rivers
Seeing beauties and beauties of feminine attractions
Still, like a grave, i cried, crying for more
Until i see the lord of all beauty
The beautiful that beautify the beauties
(iii)
Young man, what made thee
Thy little sense carved in a big box
Searching and pondering over and over
A never ending finding : the beautiful of the world
The earth, oceans, rivers and the desert all inclusive
Beauty lies in the choice
He who found choice has found the beautiful
For choice makes a woman beautiful in the eyes of man
ENDLESS END
(i)
Beside the running water
Falling down the hill
I met a young man , handsome and good looking
Yet, frazzled and bored
Sitting all day long
Beside the running water
Young man, why are you
Sitting all day long
Frazzled and bored
Beside the running water
You cannot know and hope you will not be bothered
( in a voice sounding like a moving train: unrest and unbalance)
Many rivers i have crossed
Many mountain i have levelled
Many wide animals i had met
Inside many of the thick forests
As i cross, crossing many borders
Keeping my eyes firmly in a vision
Like a hunter that is hunting for God
(ii)
Many moons i have counted
With sun rising and falling
Day by day, i lingered in the melt of its heat
Searching for the most beautiful in the world
That i may stay with for better and for the worse
I have crossed many rivers
Seeing beauties and beauties of feminine attractions
Still, like a grave, i cried, crying for more
Until i see the lord of all beauty
The beautiful that beautify the beauties
(iii)
Young man, what made thee
Thy little sense carved in a big box
Searching and pondering over and over
A never ending finding : the beautiful of the world
The earth, oceans, rivers and the desert all inclusive
Beauty lies in the choice
He who found choice has found the beautiful
For choice makes a woman beautiful in the eyes of man