Long Moulding Poems
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Despite the crisp chill
She wandered to the pebbled shore.
Cold water washed her tender feet.
At last, she sat beneath a pine tree
on a shaven log, shaped like a bench
A train of thoughts passed through her muddled mind.
She wondered if life was passing her by.
She shrugged. There was nothing she could do.
A grey gull screeched overhead. She laughed.
Ships, small or large, would go on their way,
Especially love boats on their route to exotic shores,
but she had to stay put,
Until he came back to her again.
Then she would be euphorically happy once more.
Thus she dreamed and fantasized,
moulding her life according to her standards.
But love cannot be forced
nor found on love boats.
They are created deep in the heart
or as was her case, lost at sea
in a terrible turbulent storm.
A day like this,over 2 decades,
My mom was in maternity shades,
Undergoing intense pains of labour,
She perservered it though sour,
A baby boy was atlast born,
Lamech,his name,Igweee a self-sworn,
Thanks a lot mama,the tiny lad is now grown.
Life has shaped me all along,
Though harsh I have learnt to belong,
Getting and lacking are all attributes,
The outcome shouldn’t breed disputes,
I have passed through real hell,
But thank God all will be well,
It’s a year added,Lord,lessen my plight.
The year hasn’t been good at all,
It started out bitter like gall,
I lost a fundamental pillar,
But God has been my healer,
Atleast I can afford a smile,
After a miserable thorny mile,
Thanks Chineke ooh,let your grace flow.
Its my birthday,yeah am growing,
I aint perfect,but still baking,
I may be that offending,
But soon I will be glowing,
Keep on moulding me,
When astray,correct me,
It’s a year added,a one full of maturity.
Thanks pals for being by me,
You’ve always done the best for me,
I promise to keep the bond stronger,
And the camaraderie lane longer,
It’s a year added on me,
But also a perfect continuous love from me,
Merci! Merci! merci!,am grown,yeah,wiser
PoetIgweee
The Lord God creator sustainer friend
who lives eternally for ever and ever
whose love does know no end
has perfect knowledge so very clever
This God knows me inside out
24/7 He's always on my case
urging and desiring to make me fit
telling myself to seek His face
His sanctifying purpose is always there
upholding my soul by His sufficient grace
moulding me to be like His son
keeping me in step in Life's race
The Lord gives me my every breath
without one I wouldn't be here
every moment's given by His hand
so to me my Lord's so very dear
In particular during this past day
I receive His peace and determination
to fight off Satan's deceitful lies
so I can be victorious for God's nation
God also spoke in His holy spirit
by His sword clearly being my guide
wait patiently till He says so
for He is always at my side
What peace this knowledge brings
so my soul can joyfully sing!
Dawn was grey,
He was sitting in a dark aisle,
Steel was cold,
His nerves were giving away their hold.
And then he heard,
A cry of delight,
He saw sunshine.
She was bright ,
Brighter than daylight,
Wrapped in pink and white.
She held his hand,
Moulding her fingers around,
And he promised,
"I will never let you be down in the mouth",
Time blazed,
Winds fluttered by,
Now she was eleven,
Sitting on swings high.
She have got little friends
And he thinks they are all errands,
They always make her cry.
So she came to him,
Blowing her nose,
"Why this world so unfair,
Why everyone's so cold".
"Hey young lady ,
This is what world is ,
Filled with happiness and miseries,
Still pristine as it is".
She cried and cried,
Ran around,
Huddled in a corner,
Till he reached out.
And then he slipped,
A book ,
Half ripped,
"People" its pronounced.
"It will guide you through the world
Show its colors
Rainbows
With black and whites".
He shined.
It traveled through the world with me,
Crossed many huddled maze,
I carry it with me,
In my memories haze.
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God in the scriptures declares His fruits
that is to be the character of His elect
in His list of fruits there's one He lists last
but it's equally important as any of the rest
Every believer needs to exercise this
being on top of their emotions real hard
need the help of the holy spirit to dwell
residing within make sure we're on guard
Satan is always seeking us to sin
luring around kidding us complacent be
needing to put on all of God's armour
so to stand firm in God so all will see
Be continually filled with God's word
read and study the word of the Lord
so you can show a real spiritual effect
being in tune with God's divine chord
Give thanks to God for this fruit
working in you moulding His own trait
be sure to stick close in God alone
following onto reach heaven's gate
(But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control" Galatians 5: 22-23)
O! My gentle little Jane
Amazing me with thy brain
Being a writer thou shall gain
When thy writings drip like rain
I shall smile in thy reign
Make it snappy writing pays
Pick thy pen and stop delays
Practise it in all thy days
I shall witness thy heydays
Thou shall live to make headways
Seas and oceans never dry
Garnished lines never shall die
Make them colourful than a dye
Paint like stars would paint the sky
In the end thou shall soar high
I know thou shall pull down rocks
Moulding poetic lines like blocks
Ignore all the talks and mocks
Get thyself a very big box
Where thy foes are kept like cocks
Ensure those lines are worthwhile
They shall marvel at thy style
Thou shall give them a wry smile
When they eat from the trash pile
O! My gentle little Jane
I shall give you a campaign
Thou shall travel in airplane
Being a writer thou shall gain
Born into this world as a humble, helpless Babe
Christ increased in wisdom and stature
Grew up in favour with both God and man
Baptised publicly by John the Baptist
Tempted by the devil, but overcame him
Preached the gospel of the kingdom of God
Befriended the publicans and the sinners
Turned the water into wine, did miracles
Cast out demons, healed all kinds of diseases
Backed up twelve fishermen as His disciples
Taught them, led them, and washed their feet
Spent three and a half years moulding them
Broken, He prayed in the garden of Gethsemane
His sweat as blood, such spiritual agony
Ready to do the will of God and drink the cup
Beaten and scourged on the way to Calvary
A crown of thorns placed upon His head
Spat upon, mocked, and smote by the soldiers
Bruised, He was crucified on the cruel Cross
He hung there with no form nor comeliness
Reviled by passers-by wagging their heads
Bereft and forsaken by His own Father
Carrying the sins of the entire world
He suffered and bled, but forgave and loved
Beseeching His Heavenly Father to receive His Spirit
Lord Jesus Christ gave up his ghost on the Cross
And the veil of the temple was torn from top to bottom
Buried in a new rock sepulchre, the stone was rolled
The tomb was sealed and the watch was set
But on the third day, as prophesied, our Lord rose up
Behold, there was a great earthquake
The angel of the Lord descended from heaven
And rolled back the stone and sat upon it
Bewildered, the women heard him saying,
“Fear not, ye seek Jesus who was crucified,
He is not here, for He is risen, come see where they laid Him”
Brutal death could not chain our Lord,
He overcame it and appeared to His disciples
And was carried up into heaven
Believe on the Lord Jesus, He was crucified for our sins,
But He resurrected from the dead, never to die again
Now He sits on the right hand of God, interceding for our sins
Beloved, He will come back one day
Not as the Lamb, but as the Lion
To take His loved ones unto Himself
Before it is too late, accept Him into your heart
You will enjoy peace, love and joy, which this world can’t offer
Repent, believe and rejoice for the Lord Jesus Christ is alive.
9th April, 2022
For Regina McIntosh's "Easter" contest
Brain unfolding, like a train unloading.
All of these foreign emotions that I keep holding.
I’m hoping that my fears aren’t potentially moulding,
Into a shape created by the pressure of a life, that seems to be imploding.
I fear not, as the future will still meet at a point that’s finally present.
Leaving all those past feelings to seem old, irrelevant and misspent.
Conveniently they’re timelessly tied together like a bow on a present.
I cautiously move forward, staying as still as a scared pheasant,
Hiding from all the dangerous situations that ultimately always end unpleasant.
I unintentionally find a way to overcome the results of living a life, solely built on resentment.
The darkness in our soul is strongest when hiding within an absence of our inner light.
And positivity is never accomplished without having the determination to put up a fight.
Experiencing both of these emotional life perspectives is difficult and doesn’t make it right.
Yet any possibility that the end result is pure and may always seem blindingly out of sight.
Especially knowing you might not choose wisely and sadly confuse the darkness with the light.
Why does this matter? Why should anyone care?
When the majority of people are too busy to even offer you their blank stare.
I’ll tell you why it matters. And why we must remember how important it is to share.
Because all humans share the fact that we all have inner battles, and moments of despair.
Only by leaning on each other, it might help us through our darkness, to understand what’s fair.
Light up the life you live, and challenge any of the darkness that comes with it.
As people, we should commonly share real emotions together, whenever we see fit.
Ignorance may be bliss, but what will hurt more is choosing to be ignorant about this.
Maybe try to assist a stranger in need for once, and show how society will better itself.
By using the power of acceptance and compassion for others, helps restore yourself.
"Another Man’s Treasure"
Jetsam tumbles
broken doorbells
no one
answers
anymore
ironing boards
pressing to imprint
something of significance
a life, your life
droll and predictable
it all sinks
to the bottom
of a bad dream
with yesterday’s
stale tears
sharp heels
clicking on a parquet floor
like knives ripping words
jagged scratches on old wallpaper
like a warning thrown at a wall
Sundry feelings furry
ageing inevitable
intimate moments blurry
moulding green against a new life
you prophesy diamond clean
their part in your life
half-state now
pill swallowed
like a bad dream
forgotten
and
there you sit and twirl
grinning from ear-to-ear
on your swivelling black leather chair
before a glowing screen
lighthouse revolver ready
evolving
glowing prisms adrift
blue ribbons of seaweed green
tangled in your wide Sargasso Sea
morse code blinking reverie
lost memories pleasantly drowned
like a murderess you pin them down
then, the tight grasp of possibilities
rise to face the horizon
eventually, they are Marco Polo found
and
there you are
midpoint
hovering
poised
waiting
Unconditional
Singular
One man’s trash
Another Man’s Treasure
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
"Wonders of the Deep" / Chemical Brothers
https://youtu.be/xHEgT--jJLk
Sandwiches perched on plate, remote control in one hand,
he settles heavily on comfy couch as the TV goes alive.
A sweet and sexy voice cuts in the heavy atmosphere;
“Weather forecast: Now we move to the tropical depression….”
He’s alert; eyes are held by slim fit skirt and moulding top.
“…menacing our island. This is the zone of low pressure…”
With extraordinary care, he arranges the plate on the table and tries to listen.
But eyes are riveted to the waves of graceful movement as she stretches her arm and walks on needle sharp heels to indicate some drawings on the map. He flinches.
Her words fall on buzzing ears “...atmospheric pressure tends to intensify…”
The pressure in the living room is intensifying as she goes on
with a killing smile, as if it is the greatest joy of the world for her to declare
“…from 1007 to 1004 hectopascal, in the next 24 hours….”
“What’s that?... What pascal??....” he is irritated.
“Oh! Why does it have to be young women like her doing this?”
“…which will be sustained with gust of wind of 60 to 61 kms per hour…” she goes on facing the camera boldly.
Her blouse is too tight on her breasts…
He swears in an attempt to diminish her power over him and scoffs her knowledge…
His ego is shaken and a voice inside his head warns
“Fool...Learn some more on atmospheric pressure to understand weather forecast!”
Still, her coy smiles are suffocating, he sweats and eyes her hungrily.
Feverish eyes search for her name at the bottom of the screen.
Not bad….he gives a devilish grin: She is the next!
20 Aug 2017