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“Eye have not seen nor ears heard has heard, neither entered into the hearts” of what I am about to do through you.
“Greater Love International Revival Center” you are no longer the same Church in times past.
I have “Rebuilt and still Building from the ground up. You are no longer “Dead” I’m Coming Alive in You. “Beyond your wildest dreams.
Greater Love is the “Light House” and you are my “Lights” in the evil, cruel a dark world.
I will have a Church that wears my “My Name Branded and Burned in the hearts.
I am waking up “A New Rare Breed of Prophets.
It’s time to awaken out of the ashes and sleep.
Come forth, I will put a word in your spirit to your mouth, open up your mouth wide and I will fill it.
I am calling my all to the forefront Evangelist, Teachers, Pastors, and Apostles of “Greater Love International Revival Center Ministries.”
Greater persecution will becoming because of the “Gospel.”
“Fear not, I am with you “No Weapon form against you shall prosper.”
I am “Fortifying this Church” Demons will be destroyed.
New Life will bursts forth in the lives of “Families, Individuals, Corporately”
New Life
Revival will spread and ring in the airways by “My Spirit.”
My revivalists will come forth to set the captive free.
I am “Fortifying you like a “Brazen Wall.”
Build yourselves up in “My Word.” I will return back unto void.
A greater yet higher accountability is required of us.
Greater: Dying out, Letting go, and obedience.
Run, Run, Run, into “My Glory” and “My Presence.”
No Flesh, No Flesh, No Flesh, will glory in” My Presence.”
“Greater,” Greater,” Greater works will come forth out of this Revival Center.
New Life
“MY NAME JESUS CHRIST IS BEING BRANDED AND BURNED IN YOUR HEARTS.”
“POSITION YOURSELVES”
“GET READY”
“GET READY FOR REAL REVIVAL”
Opening her door
Paying for the meal…
And the movie
Helping her in and out of her chair
Being a gentlemen
The qualities women used to want in a man
What happened?
Is it now polite to be impolite?
Suddenly,
The cars, clothes, and jewelry make the man
Not the soul
I don’t like Girbaud Jeans
You can say my ride’s a ‘hupty’
I wear shirts and ties
But if you look into my eyes
Sincerity lies
Don’t conform,
Stand alone,
A gentleman, lost in time
Dumbfounded with disbelief
A poet, rapper, songwriter, singer, composer, and Christian
Not astonishingly handsome
Decent looking
A good guy, a rare breed
Singled out by society
Rejected by love
Often oppressed
Kind-hearted and compassionate
Yet-
I exist only in shadows
But a mere mirage
Inexplicable,
Why good guys finish last…
I TRULY COME FROM “ A RARE BREED “
I am a woman who can follow, but I normally choose to lead.
For I am a phenomenal woman, Yesss indeed, I am a Rare Breed.
I wear many Hats and can be whatever it is you want or need me to be.
Never invisible, deliberate in all I do, in the open for all eyes to see!
I can be your Greatest Lover, or we can be the best-est of friends.
But screw me over and I can be your worst nightmare till the bitter end.
I am a woman that can encourage you and sweep you off your feet. But I can also be that woman that will cut you while you sleep.
I am that Diva with a smile, women seem to envy, while others just plain hate. Cause I can get “Turn-t Up”, have fun, and still be the lady who leaves with your Date!
I'm that soothing voice you hear when you come home after a long day all stressed.
With a hot bath, ready to rub you down, curl your toes, roll you over and let you rest.
If you get sick? I’ll nurse you back to health with some nice old fashion Chicken Soup. Serve ya Tea with honey, Rub Vicks on your chest, and handle the house all while you Re-coup.
I have no problem allowing a Man to be a Man, but this “All Men” must 1st Understand… A needy woman I am Not! I just desire the comforts of a Real Man. A man with a TRUE LIFE PLAN.
At times you’ll hear me Cussin, Fussin, R e a d i n g Folk and even throwing Fits.
Yet I still handle my Bizz! …. Cuzz Baby??? I am A L L L that and Bowl of GRITS!
But the rest of the times, I’m Calm, Patient and generally very Sweet. Always Grateful for God and Family, cause with them I know I Can’t be Beat!
Born into the family of seven
Handed over the last born baton
By the other descendants of the
Pa Noah “Mekolani Olajide’s” fame.
Her sojourn in life starts from
The far down “Sora”,
Sora to “Odo Alafia”
“Odo Alafia” to the West of “Oraborode”
“Oraborode” of “Odojomu”
“Odojomu” of “Ondo town.”
She shone like a million star in all.
“Ariyayosi” grew up eating the fear
Of the Lord as Breakfast.
Brave and Intelligent “Yemi Mekolani” alias
“Mama Ondo” leaves no stone unturned as
She prepares her self-discipline, hardwork
And cleaningness as Launch.
As charismatic and erudite “Pa Noah Olajide”
“Baistically” prepares “Aribabagbojule” Dinner
Meant to cushion the effect of
Ups and downs of life
All these in the Biblical Ark of Noah
Of the Pa Noah Olajide;s house.
No wonder the other kinsmen
I mean the six others of the Olajide
Strong Spiritual Siji
Innocent Innovative Iyabo
Fearless Fascinating Fisayo
Lanky Lively Lanre
Lenient Lawful Luwale
And of course
Faithful Famous Funmi ,
Gave her all the needed love to
Make her shone like a million star.
Aunty Rose went through the rigous of
Secretariat knowledge as part of the needed
Catalyst to catapult her to Queen Elizabeth palace
Right into the waiting hands of amiable Martins Babatunde
Martino, a loving and understanding husband
Has all it takes to thank God for giving him
A good wife, indeed a vessel unto honour.
The emergence of Sade Innocent,
Later Sade Ronik, now Manchester University
Was the needed tonic for quest for greener pasture.
The lovely wen-wen sound of a new born baby
That signaled Sade’s entrance was
Not enough to distract her focus.
Similola shone like a million star
Then comes the arrival of Saintly Sagacious Sayo
And ever Stylishly Shy Seye on stage.
For the lead cast role has Scientific Splendid
Sade at the back of the stage.
As a Sister, she is a rare gem
As a Wife, she is rare breed
As a Friend, she is a rare specie
As a Confidant, she is a rare seed
As a Teacher ,she is a rare scroll
As a Mother, she is a rare plant.
Alayande Stephen .T
August 10th,2005
7.30am
Packaged for my Aunty’s Birthday in London
Its was one of my earliest poem, hence, the
Colloquial usage in the poem.
there are people who are free to drift
in and out of our life as they pursue their destiny
they’ll always shine and make us proud
we even know them
they’re people who restore our faith in humanity
and in what is most impressive
people who’ve gone through hell and back
and rose above it
people who never give up and are the epitome
of hope, courage and determination
people who insist on living life to its fullest
no matter the cost
they walk humbly among us as they impact
the lives of everyone they touch
and surprisingly they don’t even know
how truly amazing they are
because these people are indeed a rare breed
AP: Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2023
A rare priceless pearl emerged,
from an exotic shell of the deep blue sea;
Her unique sparkle did brighten and illuminate
every soul that held her with love.
Her dauntless spirit knew the warmth
of feeling the soul of the ocean, so close,
and listening to its soft rumble - a lull.
Of rare breed, this precious pearl yearned
to go back to where she came from: and she left,
leaving behind the radiance of her grace.
"A spirit that will never die" -
A Winter's Rose that smiles from above...
In eternity...
Date: 08/15/2021
Submitted for: Tributes To Carolyn Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Note:
Am glad for having written a tribute to our dear poetess of Soup family - Carolyn Devonshire - who passed away on August 3. Though I am sad I didn't get to know her much, am happy I was able to write this simple humble tribute from the information I got from friends close to her and by reading some of her poems. Our dear poetess Andrea Dietrich's blog in memoriam of Carolyn's poems with links attached to her best poems helped me know the poetess more. Thank you dear Andrea for the inspiring blog. The line within quotes is taken from one of Carolyn's own poems.. "Winter's Rose - My Spirit". My sincere thanks to the sponsor for giving me an opportunity to write this tribute to Carolyn Devonshire.
Our love began as a small little seed
Now it is in full bloom today, my love
I am on cloud nine, the stars did align
My darling man, you are such a rare breed
Your steadfast love melted my icy heart
You fulfilled a deep longing and pure need
Basking in your sweet nectar is pure bliss
Sweetheart I tend follow, you are the lead
You are a precious gift from up above
The stars did align, I am on cloud nine
I am so happy cause’ I embraced love’s creed
*Abracadabra Rhyme
Created by William Kekaula. The syllable count is your choice but must be the same for all eleven lines. abRacadabRa is the rhyme scheme, and the lines with the R's are reversed lines. All lines must be rhyming with the exception of lines 'c', and, 'd'.
* This form was a challenge, but I decided to give it a go.
Alexis Y.
05/31/2021
For Ogunyinka Damola Ebenezer 2nd Year Remembrance
Of Illness of a Damola
Of Death to an Ebenezer
Of Disappearance of a Linguist
Of Eternal Ascension of a Living soul
To the great stage above the beyond
Bred in a clergy clad family
Of no one but the Ogunyinkas
With the last born baton in his hands
Exhumed from the city of "Iseyin"
A man of a baritone voice in
The wilderness of a choir
We toiled and laboured endlessly
With our eyes very heavy of TDB
The core to which you keep vigil
Became helpless and hapless
Only on your back exit from the stage
It all re-echoes nothing but something
In a Play titled Vanity of Life
For two moons rememberance we gathered
Not to mourn or weep today but to
Extol the uniqueness in him
That liveth still in our heart
For he it is indeed a rare breed
A scroll whose rarity brings out veracity
To three scores in November we shall
Continually gather every moon
To look Death straight in the face
And breath in fulfilment for a great work left behind
For we shall all come to join you in
The stage above the beyond
Promising to positively impact our society
Like you did in your sojourn on stage
Adieu.
Alayande Stephen.T
28th of November,2005
11.30am
For and on behalf of Dammy's Core in the
Deparment of Linguistics and African Languages,
University of Ibadan.2003/2004 Set.
Form:
A recent share on a post, that is so relevant to poets writing in a world seeped in instant self gratification.
Title.
The Entrepreneur
(A lone voice whispers)
We do what we do, because we are old school
Inspired by the likes of visionaries such as, Michelangelo or, Vincent van Gogh
For in a modern world driven to seek immediate validation, and the trappings of success
We may be becoming a rare breed
For deep down, we know this unconditionally
Unconsciously
We are a work in progress
We who do the hard work constantly, through patience, and resilience
We know we will eventually see the journey has been worth it
As we are blessed
When the world eventually sees or embraces our portfolios
For that immense need driven by relentless consistency, patience, and resilience
Will eventually knock on a certain door to be opened by us
Marked
"For the brave
Who conquered the Lands of Broken Dreams filled with Regrets"
(C) Copyright John Duffy
He joins the league of the oldest continuous civilization
and keeps three out of every five of the globe’s underground crude.
Typified by a way of life resting on three luxurious pillows
and the system of most of its homes void of tables and chairs.
But a little cruel, he is to his helpless womb bearers
as is he alongside three other friends a leading trader of trafficking sex
with a sharp increase in the number of children
becoming part of its service providers in recent times
confirming his reputation as one of the worst hands for a girl to be born.
His exotic pride lies on the rare breed of the Persian Cat
popularly known to promote and boost the gender-change operation,
as he is also crowned “the nose-job capital of the world”.
In cavier, pistachios and saffron, he is a competing global producer;
having the only condom merchandise factory in the entire middle east.
He converts his plague of over a million foreign refugees
into sustainable development built on cheap labour.
Carpet exportation uniquely sits second in his earnings
and finds a miracle food in his special Persian milk.
“Paradise” was coined from a word of his mouth
and poetry epitomizes the beauty of the cultural heritage;
of his identity which was a one time world power and spreading empire.