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TEMPEST AND SHIPWRECK
The sea and oceans sways,
Being calm at times,
And erupting like a volcano many a time,
Roaring like a lion In the world,
But it lasts for a while and vanishes.
The sailor that mans the ship,
With his entire crew in the ship,
In mind to take her to a destination,
But the course changes,
Consequently the Captain anchors in the ocean,
Till the tides paves way for the vessel to pass.
When the tempest intensifies,
The dolphins hops in and out of the water,
Being excited in the midst of tempest,
And hops happily till it lasts.
Good or bad as it seems to be,
The condition of life tosses us to and fro,
But in all everything will be alright,
Therefore lets look unto our creator,
And be happy.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2019, JAN 29{whatsapp 07061816037}
In my own little unique way
I facilitate with everyone of us
May God bless this awesome day
And make it a blessing in plus
Let there be joy in your heart
Cuz you all share this day
How else can we know it's important
The mark of honour that stop our heavenly delay
Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
My peppy and amazing personality
Always inspires me to be
Crazily charming in my ways and approach
It teaches me a lot in life
God have been a true source of my strength,
Throughout my struggle and strive
I can count on Him for everything
With Him, I do not feel that hitch
Oyeyemi Monisola Temitayo
I just wish you a life so bright
Filled with all the happiness
I wish you have the most amazing time
So that you don't get deprived
Of things that matter to your mind
Of lessons of being so kind
I pray that you get everything in life
A pure soul like you deserve it all
Adeyinka Sunday Adeolu Adeolu
Hope you had a wonderful day
Ok I know that you had
I hope you do not go chill mad
I know you would want to have it your own way
But, in my heart I wish to have warn you
And this is my only say
You must have had a nice time
Just consider the bedtime
Hassan Okanlawon Ayobami
On this very special day
As you celebrate your birthday
A special wish from my side
You will pass through every tide
Lots of fun and dance galore
My heartiest wishes to you from the core
God bless your day
Happy birthday!
Victoria Floyd
Birthdays come just once a year
So why not spread around the cheer
With the colorful balloons around
With the love of loved ones that surround
Make a little bit of noise
Make that special with your voice
Feel special every way
Because it is an amazing day
Live well
&
Stay save
Have you ever wondered what’s kept in a real blokes shed?
I bet you thought them full of junk, but I’m telling you instead.
I’ve had the privilege to peruse such a shed one night,
It’s owned by mate Kenny, who opened up my eyes.
There was carpet on the floor, compressors by the door,
Nuts and bolts, fishing rods, and Fosters cans galore.
And if you wanted any oil, like sewing, sump, or mower,
Just look around - you’ll find it stored; an ice-cream tub’s the goer.
A pair of boots a little tight, he’ll fix for future toil,
As Kenny’s way to make them fit is dip the toes in oil.
And when I asked, ‘What’s that you have hidden under wraps?’
‘A photocopy machine’ he said, ‘and next I need a fax.’
Oh, what delights this shed had brought, all useful stuff in here,
There are even shiny rolls of foil that hold your cans of beer.
I looked around and then I spied a cot upon the wall
In storage now, he will pass it on to eldest son named Paul.
On the shelf, a yellow cage for a bird he may pick up,
But have no fear Jeanette my dear, the feathered kinds enough.
Next to the cage a machine to sew, a little worse for wear
But Ken still keeps it, just in case his overalls might tear.
Equipment plus and flashing stuff in draws quite neatly stored,
And tucked away a paper too, in case your ever bored.
Although its news has come and gone of what, why, when, and how,
This edition’s old and rare, a collector’s item now.
However, in this shed don’t smoke, no ashtray can be found
It’s tucked away, so if you must just butt upon the ground.
And for those dark and dismal days a torch you may require,
Ken has several he would lend if ever you enquire.
When talking old but useful parts, yes most still have a spare
In case of breakdowns of the first - of course that would be rare.
Ken’s shed has lots of shi….ny gear, some new, quite fit to hock
But parting with equipment here, for Ken would bring on shock.
So, hear now, folks, and listen well - a real blokes shed has all,
Its contents stored on bench and floor and even up the wall.
And if you ever need a bit of this or even that,
Go to a real blokes shed you’ll find every piece of crap.
She is pregnant.
Feeling a baby grow inside of her was the most magical time of her life
wondering what he or she will be like, knowing that one day she would hold them in her hands is one of the greatest Joy a woman can ever experience.
Love, anticipation, anxiety … you’re just a melting pot of emotions right now.
She whispered to her husband, I will be a mother soon
The expression on her face shows she can't wait to love, care, pamper, tender, nurture and inspire the foetus in her uterus.
Everybody knows am pregnant even if they can't see, I only can feel it
I am pregnant with ideas
I am pregnant with purpose
I am pregnant with burning dreams
I am pregnant with great aspiration
I am pregnant to fulfill a divine mandate
I am pregnant to influence lives
I am pregnant to meet a need
I am pregnant for a better tomorrow
I am pregnant to feed the nations
I am pregnant to affect my generation
I am pregnant to live for you
I am pregnant to wipe tears
I am pregnant to inspire you
BUT
I can't denied along side am pregnant with fears, my limitation, frustration, intimidation that can perpetually abort what's inside of me
I kept asking the WHY, WHEN and HOW will all my longings come to manifest
Then I heared in a still Voice
Trust in me with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding in all my ways am only permitted to acknowledge him and he shall direct my path
I heared again the vision is yet for an appointed time though it tarry it will surely come to pass
That gave me courage, determination and enthusiasms to press and never to give up
I know and i surely believe i can't die with my purpose living inside of me if I do then the world is at end.
Now that am still here, its either now or never.
Don't quit on your dreams you are closer to it today than you were yesterday.
When the pandemic lockdown is over
I will be springing from my cage in leaps and bounds.
I will run down the street hugging all the neighbors I have never met
I will be driving to my grandchildren’s homes to smother them with kisses.
I will hunt each and every grandchild down no matter how far I have to drive.
Drive! Wait! I can still drive! Hooray for that; I hope so anyway.
When the shelter-in-place is over I will go to the stores I used to pass.
I will go in and out of every one, to see everything I have ever missed.
I will drag home some things I will never use, just like before.
I will try one some clothes at fancy clothing stores.
I will buy art supplies, and I will paint my happiness all over my house.
For when the Pandemic lockdown is over, I will fly from my cage and be free!
Epitaph:
‘Tomorrow at sunrise, I’ll no longer be here’
--- Nostradamus
A subtler me is reborn and I feel the light
Embracing me gently with its profound grace.
As I embark on my journey towards the light in sweet reform
I witness countless glimpses of an inimitable past.
The sophistication in the pattern of all that I have lived
Gladiate through me sending sweet ruptures.
I invite the whole of the cosmos in my being
As bubbles of light fill me with a universal wisdom.
Happy now, that I am free, done with a life
When another is yet to unfold.
But somewhere an emptiness seems to weigh---
My work is yet to see the light!
Of all that I have envisioned to share with them,
and answers in the puzzles that I’ve designed.
A sudden ripple--of severing ties, awakens the pain--
Of a longer tomorrow that they can’t see.
Will they be able to measure or fathom my love, silent yet profound ?
Destiny, Thou art Divine, but aren’t they meant to pass
The challenges of love that I see gather in the horizon?
Let them trudge along their paths and see the light
And let pain dissolve in their deliverance!.
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The students dream to join the clubs with pride,
Where learning blooms and talents brightly shine,
They long for fields where sports and hopes collide,
To share their gifts and make the stars align.
They yearn to read the stories, bold and true,
Of campus life and voices breaking through.
But screens are bare, no words for them to see,
No online page to set their spirits free.
The ink is locked within the printed page,
A silent echo in a digital age.
Their hearts still hope for change to come their way,
For Casay fights to bring that brighter day.
So write, dear friends, let roots of thought extend,
And branches reach where dreams and truths ascend.
Let twigs of rhyme hold whispers soft and sweet,
While leaves of green make every verse complete.
And falling leaves upon the earth shall lie,
A noble sign that time and care pass by.
Though Casay fades, his dignity will stay,
In poems born to light the students’ way.
Hey my friend,
Look over there, yonder through the myrtles,
Can you see them? The living dead,
Burying the dirt of a million graves,
Embalming the streets with their dead screams.
Oh please, grace us with a few words.
No one in our family ever got buried,
Without a scripture reading or a baptizing.
Silently they pass by the deceased one,
These undead dead.
Everyday I hear them moan and wail,
Everyday I see them saunter like doomed peacocks;
These undead dead.
“Welcome friends to this slaughter of evil.
Please join me as we pray to the Unseen;
Perhaps a cool cocktail for your cold mechanized souls?
Oh, I do find you creatures so low and so needy, indeed!
You are just statues.
Just soulless heartless statues, that move,
Screaming statues that squirm and writh,
Like mindless snakes in a furnace.
Look at me, my friends!
You are not alive!
Though you move and process thought,
You do not exist!
Though you inhale and exhale,
There is no life in you.
There is no sequence or spasm within you.
I now pronounce all of you dead!”
Hey my friend,
Look over there, yonder through the mytles,
Can you see them? The living dead,
Burying the dirt of a million graves,
Embalming the streets with their dead screams.
September 13 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 26-28
Key Verse – Matthew 26:1-2 And it came to pass, when Jesus had finished all these sayings, he said unto his disciples, Ye know that after two days is the feast of the passover, and the Son of man is betrayed to be crucified.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FAITH’S FINISHER
Lord God, You are my faith’s Finisher because of Your crucifixion’s perfection
Thank You for Your sacrifice, resulting in my salvation
As well as Your granted deliverance for my redemption
Making me born again through the power of Your regeneration.
Lord God, You are my faith’s Finisher because of Your grace-blessedness
Thank You for Your sanctification for my sins’ forgiveness
As well as Your mighty hand for my spirit’s steadfastness
Making me assured in Your rest’s peacefulness.
Lord God, You are my faith’s Finisher because of Your laws’ teaching
Thank You for Your Scriptures, reaching my soul that’s searching
As well as Your prophecies I learn from great preaching
Making me strong in Your Word’s truth-watching.
Lord God, You are my faith’s Finisher because of Your death’s victory
Thank You for Your shed blood on mount Calvary
As well as Your grace that rescued me from hell’s misery
Making me enjoy divine freedom against condemnation-fury.
Lord God, You are my faith’s Finisher because of Your cross’ bearing
Thank You for Your sure9 redemption around Your compassionate bearing
As well as Your holiness imputed for my trust-gearing
Making me fitted favourably for faithful ministering.
Lord God, You are my faith’s Finisher because of Your resurrection’s fulfillment
Thank You for Your security around my devoted commitment
As well as Your insurance that upholds genuine contentment
Making me joyful in worshipping You along kindness’ endearment.
Lord God, You are my faith’s Finisher because of Your counsel’s certainty
Thank You for Your sufficiency that completes me in my entirety
As well as Your satisfaction along Your goodness-bounty
Making me victorious in obeying You with peaceful sincerity.
September 13, 2023
It's me Serena warrior princess
On a quest to claim my fame
For I have tamed all that have stood in the way
Today as I kneel and pray waving my fingers
When I say I claim victory as far as I can see
If you look real hard there are thousands like me
It's not possible to defeat or make us retreat
For I represent so many that believe in me
You would be advised to analyze
What I'm telling you with my eyes
Or it will lead to your demise
We have a powerful weapon in disguise
Many have tried but fell far shy
One might ask themselves do I dare try
Let me tell you that many have died
You would be better off
Not asking your self why
I would advise for you to step aside
As we pass on by
If you try to double cross me
Then you will see a fury unleashed from me