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RAID ON AIDS
Methuselah’s age, wisdom produce
Longevity a dream comes true
Humanity, cuts a perfect picture
Our existence, evolved in pleasure
A good life, mortals must treasure
Be very shrewd, to mark a measure
Riotous life, concludes your closure
By a dove’s wisdom, uphold a future.
Productivity groans in decline
Man’s extinction draws its line
A universal pandemic, in every clime
Reckless mortals, faintly holds to time
Time ticking, the end is bleak
Many a robust dream fades in a leak
Can we then pitch a niche at the peak?
A many vision with hearts, it breaks
The very raid, is coming from aids
A careless lay, you are sealed with aids
Jailing the libido, then be spared the raid
Raid on aids
Not just an African affair
With a universal sense, all must be fair
This fight involves, plenty conscious pair
The rampaging aids is not a friend
Yes! Viciously a means to an end
Let’s unleash a raid on aids,
Indeed the monstrous aid is on the raid
The aids raid may put up a scare
Raid on aids, let’s charge in offense
A surprise attack, it beats a retreat
Raiding the monster, will save our world
A whole new world free from its raid
Moral adherence, tames this beast
Abstinence pairing fidelity makes the champion
Be very smart, guarding your loins club.
One casual adventure, will perhaps seal your fate
I dare, but ask?
Should we raid the aids?
Who can dare its geometric raid?
Aids indeed, deserves the raid
For humanity sake, lets put paid on the aids
An all out war against the aids
A raid on aids, will aid the world
Raid the aids, only not on the pages
Actors war better on stage
Let’s wear rage,
And confine it, to its cages
So humanity will leave through the ages.
A dedication to humanity’s global fight against the deadly scourge, AIDS,
Author: the Holy Spirit.
Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
Chumfin4poem@yahoo.com;
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Written: 1/12/2007, 10:45am – 2:10pm
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AFRICAN CHILD
Specie with a complex destiny
An offspring endowed by divinity
Even so, a victim of circumstance
This is the tale of the African child’s chance
Rising above many odds, he is a voice
Conflicting with loads of choice,
Yet he stands out, unchallenged.
Tucked away in the ambiance of nature,
In the wild, but a civilized setting,
Is his world made real?
Born into natures friendly manger,
The mountains, forest, stream, rivers
Even the people all commune to make it a unit
So much, an alien to civilizations rashness
Indeed, a child with organic roots.
Communal ism makes his day a promise
Globalization threaten his dreams
Born a warrior, but a soldier of circumstance
Yet still, an ambassador of peace
Just a humble kiss, form wisdom lips
With outstanding skills he leaps
A chance by fate, he rules the world
However deprived,
he is a child of destiny.
Weep not!
Oh! African child
Your reality, is a challenge to build
Your continent, an ark for all
Denouncing race and tribe,
You won’t ask a fee
A sound character, a noble mind,
Makes you shine.
With robust humility,
You have kept your line
African child,
you are a pride to all.
Riding on your dreams wing
Your circumstance, is not your barrier
Not daring a tomorrow, is a fault
With silent stride of an ant
None saw you coming, to make a bang
Yet, on persistence you tugged
Building a sure dream,
One day
it will be for real.
In universal applaud and undying faith,
Only on the audacity of hope,
Yes, very well,
All eyes will see
and dream your dreams.
You are a champion
Only dig in within,
the inside is golden
Your chance is as bright as others
All wait you exhale your virtues
Yes! Manifest them
A world wait you excel
So they can exhale in relief.
African child
It’s your epoch to reign
Unleash , the king in you
The stage as kingdom,
Your lead will direct
All hail the African child!
We hail the king in you
As always, you will be our hero
Strong in defeating our zero.
INSIDE THIS CHILD LIES THE TRUE BEAUTY, HE IS NOT THE BEAST HE HAS BEEN MADE TO
BECOME.ONLY A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCE.
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AUTHOR:
FELIX JOSEPH OSAEGHEMEDE
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+2348037825027.
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MY PHONE!
Links me within a blink
A quick access to the link
I am far, but just right there
Very near, but miles far away
An awesome chip, which links all trip
My phone, a priceless keep
Sixth sense money can buy
The part of me I cannot miss
Cherished wonder in a pack
Not holding and having you,
Makes me archaic
Your loss puts me my heart to a flight
Regaining you, extinguishes my plight
My phone, your friendship,
Gives me endless light
When I fiddle and fondle
You are always quiet
A dual harbinger of fate
A toast of sweet and merry
Again, a sip, it gives your sour
Often a time, these are your offering
Some times, you labor for love
Yet, the very tool
To spread the hate
In a kernel, I value your profit
A friend so close
In storm and loneliness
Whatever your brand
You are my best companion
Inseparable is our union
How well you express my thought
A good veil to conceal my many fears
Behind your walls, I boost my nerve
Through you, hearts breaks
Like a paradox, down soul you lift
When I dare ignore you
Within I need you, so badly
All as I crave for peace without you
Being mute a day, torments my peace
Just as your cry, I cannot ignore
Still I desire that pester presence
Much as my own peace
My phone!
Without you, it is tough
With you, stress is tough
Always with me you will be
My phone! A marvel machine
My phone! just wonder piece
My phone! A compendium of all sorts
My phone! A universal a appeal
I love you my phone!
From no one but me.
Yours truly.
Author: Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
Chumfin4poem@yahoo.com ;+2348037825027
Written:5:56pm-6:50pm; 8-1-2008.
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“A teacher, taught our ignorance the path to civilization,
respect all.”
Felix. O Joseph
MY TEACHER!
Am a poet, true you taught me
Flourishing in knowledge am like fountain
Empowering me, you I climbed mountains
I command, you made me captain
My crudeness, your rod refined
Your white chalk, brightened my ignorance
Idle fingers, your instructions gave a job
Enduring patience, you guided my steps
Through life’s stepping stone
My home laid the stones you built to a citadel
Worth in much, my value you enhanced
Who am I, without you?
Yes! A tower alluring universal appeal
Contempt as leprous, before all you seem
Yet all crave of you as a need
A profession, disdain will not touch
In their hapless myopia, all forget you
A midwife and nurturer of many a profession
With peanuts, your welfare is gratified
Hastening your demise
A Quick trip to heaven for a reward
Must your reward ultimately be celestial?
Alas! So is the expectation
Be told! Your heaven stars here
Giving your all, civilization is celebrated
Yet you are empty as castrated
Unfair has never fair to you
From scum, comes you gratification
Your attraction, a distraction of the past
Abused, muzzled, and trampled
Little wonder, your strike cripples
Yet, for love, you are passionate to teach
An inner beauty your travails cannot extinguish
What a consistent specimen to service humanity
Truly, your profession is noble
Teachers are not made, but are born
Rare in trait, next to none
Your inputs, speaks like evidence
Material wealth, crumble before your worth
Kings and and nations must sing to your praise
Twenty one gun salute, an army parade, cant make up
My teacher! We know your worth
Dear teacher, we feel your pain
My teacher, not long your reward will rain
Brace up, and enjoy gain
Your due season, always must reign
You are never fake, just knowledge you bake
If I rule the world, you I will take
My teacher, I love you
Sincerely, our love appreciates you.
Author: Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
(chumfin4poem@yahoo.com)+2348037825027.
Written: 9:45am -11:25am,7-10-2008
This is a special dedication to teachers world wide, mostly the abused ,muzzled and
trampled one’s.
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OUR GOD REIGNS
Hour after hour, you reign
Generation metamorphose generation
In majesty, you hold sway
Never given to slackness,
Faithfulness is known your ways
Good or vice, due measure you pay
Harboring justice a place to stay
You reign, yes! Our God reigns
Standing alone unchallenged
A sovereignty, who dare challenge
Question protest, our hearts all complain
Your wisdom scares foolishness stiff
Owing none an answer, all to you must answer
You reign, yes! Our God reigns
King, oh owner of kings
Lord, yes master of lords
Master, indeed ruler of servants
Redeemer, liberator all oppressed
Healer, countless the afflicted
Provider, all look to your store
Savior, redeeming all with endless love
Your anger better read than experienced
You reign, yes! Our God reigns.
Praising our God,
“ Clouds flaunts its shape
“ Rain floods all with his faithfulness
“ The ocean charges and dance in waves
“ Thunder roars his royal acclaim
“ Sweet breeze permeates all with a chill
“ Ave orchestra in concert whistles symphonies
“ Trees, plants and grasses, all manifest beauties
“ Twinkle twinkle act the stars
“ Poets as men string words as beads
“ Lion king dethrones self, ignoring Daniel
“ All truly declare your eternal majesty
You reign, yes! Our God reigns…
My travails all prevail
My pains drench much like rain
My complaints, I spread like rumors
My sorrow, as shadow it follows
My fear, diminishes my all being
My anxiety, rules me like our society
Above all,
You reign, yes! Our God reigns
You reign! You reign! You reign!
Surrendering to you all glory,
Honor, adoration, worship and praise
To you alone, Oh! God.
Above all powers, principalities, dominion
Governments, nation and armies
The highest God is majestic
Yes! Yes! Our God reigns.
" A poetic dedication to the theme of the redeemed Christian church of God, HOLY GHOST
CONGRESS 2009, OUR GOD REIGNS."
AUTHOR: The HOLY SPIRIT.
Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
Chumfin4poem@yahoo.com, +2348037825027
Written, 8.10am to 11.42am, 2nd Dec, 2009.
LAGOS NIGERIA.
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AFRO WOMAN!!!
She rules supreme in all climes
Elegant as the stallion she is in her prime
Resilience chariots her purpose to fame
A rugged activist, with a cause
As a mother, she needs applause
Afro woman, has come a long way
Give a chance; she will make your day
The black woman,
She has and flaunts her root
Our civilization, she marked her foot
A continuous custodian,
Our culture to an endless generation
An unending legacy your works show
History becomes famished, excluding you
Your bowels of love, house many great warrior
Even your breast,
Nourished the very weakest of us
Our great continent like others,
Your love built.
Modernism, challenge your virtue
Yes! A true test to size her stature
A colossal pageant, she dominate the picture
In all fields, she blends with the mixture
Her ballooning ambition,
Goliath s spear can’t puncture
For a prosperous nation,
She deserves the credit
Global appeal, your fame conjures
A real woman, not cheap to capture
Being her guest is always a pleasure
Inside her lies true treasure
Her worth none can measure
Afro woman!
The real deal in a woman
All hail!
The African queen!
Her whole essence, is never in doubt
A great woman, fortress to the weak
A woman Moses, standing for all
Very audacious, yet gentle like a dove
In her veins, runs the blood of greatness
A real cover, when all is blown open
Yes! The African woman,
An empiric icon of woman hood
“A beautiful dedication to the BLACK AFRICAN WOMAN”
Author: Felix Osaeghemede Joseph
Email: chumfin4poem@yahoo.com;+2348037825027
Written: 22/11/2007; 2pm -7:27pm
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WHO AM I?
Who am I, I ask myself?
My true mood I can’t explain
Sometimes I feel am chained
Expression has to be plain
By this, I can kill this pain
Wisdom pours in like rain
Seek it and make some gain
Yet my impact is yet be felt
What is my fault?
Oh, yes me
Who am I?
Who I am, I ask again.
Within me, I see a hole
Flourishing, within is a soul
Joy alone nurtures its roots
Yes! Happiness is its fruits
Is that, who am I?
Yes, I want to know.
As a stream, I begin to flow
Over time, I have to grow
An unending stretch, as I flow
My source, makes the grow
Halting my exit, in a quick bow
Now I know who I am!
My mood has been planed
I see I have a soul
Liberated, as it flows from source
My source is high up celestial
He makes me, who I am
As a seed I was
Contending amongst striving millions
I won the chance to be me
Who am I?
Yes! A champion , defeating the many
I am me today ,
‘cos he knew me then
And picked for his choice
Am a star in a dark world
A destiny loaded to deliver
Igniting change like a spark
Am great, so he created
A wonder his hand has craft
Now I know, who I am
In the light of great wisdom
His illumination, has revealed
Am a part of him
Author: Holy Spirit
Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
(chumfin4poem@yahoo.com)+2348037825027.
Written:24-08-2007 ;3-35am.
“The greatest offence to you, is not knowing the real you in you, that wants to empower you”
(Felix Joseph osaeghemede )
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GOD BLESS AMERICA! ( USA )
She is America ,
A specimen of limitless beauty
Interlocking diversity, united is the states
An abode, given to God for own
A realm freedom makes home
The model heaven replicates here
A near perfection, yet a standard
An ideal template to civilization
Brightest star amongst many
Canopy where compassion is native
Selfless in service, all benefit
Defender of universal justice
A fair police evil dread
An enemy, many misunderstand
Yet the good, wants a piece of her
America, an empire all-pervading
God bless America !
Your kindness, will never be a fault
A giver, never with a grudge
God bless America !
Hope of the oppressed
Your blood, a sacrifice to universal peace
God bless you America
Greatest land of noble Heroes
With warriors of universal appeal
Bravely wired, with liberation skill
America God bless your sacrifices
Humanity hails you and applauds
Heavens true embassy for real
Even beast as Eagle
Like others, support your resolve
Sincerely, this for you, my medal
My gratitude so measureless
Yes! I admire you
For am your fan for life.
Beaming and flaunting 50
Your territories is marked Golden
A beautiful bride,
All glimpses you attract
Just a piece of you,
Many memories perpetually treasure
Disembarking the wings of hope
Your change is ushered
Welcome to new horizon
A dawn of impeccable excellence
Continue as always,
Heal and change the world
All’s allegiance will not be corrupted
Once again, a new America is born again
To nurture ,nourish ,pollinate
And entrench the dream
Yes! He had a dream
A dream! , a dream!
The American Dream
A dream of change
God bless America
America blesses God.
Author: Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
(chumfin4poem@yahoo.com)+2348037825027.
Written: 8-10-2008 ;11-45pm-12-25am.
“The world needs to appreciate a country that is selflessly committed to global peace”
Felix.o.Joseph.
A SPECIAL DEDICATION TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA .
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SONS MANIFEST!
In the beginning it was not so
Now the earth groan and humanity moan
Confusion rumble, all is berserk
Limits is stretched, yet it unbreak
In chains, cry many dreams
Oppression the wicked flaunts around
Denigrating, once a bright world
Who can rescue man again?
His pain, echoes unbearable
Which is the way out?
So obvious all groan and roam
How much is redemption?
Its price value is in his blood.
Are there sons in Zion?
Led and powered by the spirit?
I mean true sons from Zion
Yes! I have, all worthy and holy
Sons arise! Heal the world
Liberating the oppressed
Empowering the impoverished
Delivering the depressed
Oh my sons! The earth waits
Anticipating your manifestation
Sons manifest! Yes, manifest!
The fullness of my power
Bringing all to my tower
That my blessing, I will shower
Go display my worth
Liberate the world
Taking strong holds as territories
Establishing my authority and superiority
Manifest my name, same as my fame
Son manifest! Shrinking hell’s expansion
Lord, we will manifest as sons
Hoisting your banner of love
Not breaking our ranks, we will stand
A band of warriors, causing a change
Unleashing sealed destinies
Breaking ageless yokes
Your power alone, we will manifest
True sons, marked for excellence
Souls your heartbeat
We will catch as fish.
Go forth my sons, and manifest
Reconciling destinies to me
An impoverished world
As patched earth
Waits you as rain to reign
Like seed their liberty will sprout
Ending a circle, yet so vicious
My sons manifest!
Manifest my sons!
The world earnestly yearns and wait
Your triumphant landing
As my true sons
Sons again, manifest!
Author:The Holy Spirit.
Felix Joseph Osaeghemede (chumfin4poem@yahoo.com )+2348037825027.
Written-10-2008; 6.30pm-11-26pm.
“The world earnestly await our manifestations as God’s sons, for our destiny must nourish
theirs”
Felix o joseph.
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“That dream only needs a speech to bring about the change the world has been waiting for,
never be speechless no matter what; you have something to say...”
Felix Joseph.o
SPEECHLESS!
A feeling contends to conquer me
Perhaps, I wanting to defeat it
Indeed, my irritability of the obvious
My contest to make it plain, baffles me
My best try,
Fry me to cry
Helpless my mouth
It cries echoes is speechless
When truth mutates to odium
Falsehood applauded as in a stadium
Avalanche of wrongs
Beaten into a compendium
Corruption celebrated in ovation
Justice, yet foreign in a nation
In reckless abandon,
The games rule is impunity
Flaunting absurd rights as immunity
Shame like a name
Honored as fame
Speaking the more
They have colonized the peak
Your audio, print and visual ranting
Concludes you an ant
A pens ink, as tears
Their brick hearts, quickly ignores
What then unlocks their hearts mystery?
Power emitting from the army’s canon?
Perhaps, the pens might
May cause a rethink
Yes a reflection amidst the stink
Confronts all loudly
Speechless is the act of the feel
Yet, still I dare to make a speech
A speech for my compatriots
A speech desiring a change
Yes! A speech to propel the speechless
Am speechless, yet not lacking in speech
Speechless is all it makes me feel
A speech can break the chains
Being speechless is not a gain
It germinates pain, like rain
Speak and rule the peak
Roar to unseat the freak
Shout and alarm the weak
Sing a tune, their hearts will break
Cry, your tears may cajole compassion
Yes! A speech ushers the change
The villains abhor a change
Truly, a speech moulds them speechless
A speech a world desire
Lacking in speak, all backfire
yet a speech will save the day?
Why speechless?
Just a speech of change will unveil the dream
yes! A dream for real change.
Author: Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
Chumfin4poem@yahoo.com ;+2348037825027.
Written:1-05pm-1-25pm: 10th-06-2008.
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