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The Door

Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage

Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb

The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default

The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship

Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock

Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013



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What Nine Plagues Could not Do

Israel had been under tyrant oppression
God sent Moses to redeem them from suppression
He promised to manifest His sign and wonder
And extend His Finger of Power over Nut, the god of thunder

Nile was like a sea of blood on the first day of the plague
The magicians were dumbfounded and vague
Nile hitherto served as Egypt National cake
Became ravaged as millions of creatures died in the lake

On day two, God brought frogs from Nile
They died and stink along the foe’s mile
Thus, Jeshurun judged Heqet of earth
The frog goddess of birth

On the third day God administered judgment on Zet
The ‘mighty’ and the dreadful, he was the god of the dessert
Magicians marveled at the miracle of Moses’ rod
And declared to Pharaoh, “This is the Finger of God”

On the fifth day God judged the goddess Hathor
She was the spirit of cattle, a violent author
He slays her cattle and plagued them with boil
Amidst it all Pharaoh’s heart was harden like a golf ball

On the seventh day, God plagued Egypt with Hail
The sky goddess Nut was attacked and jail
In all these Israel was not affected
He was miraculously covered and protected

On the ninth day Egypt was clothed in a cloak of darkness
Nevertheless Pharaoh’s heart was still heartless
But the home of the righteous was as a nimbus of radiant light
As the glory of the Lord has risen upon their plight 

God judged Isis the ‘Protector’ as the first fruits were killed  
 In this plague was the scripture fulfilled
They overcame him (Isis) by the blood of the lamb
And by the steadfast confession of faith in ‘I AM”

Satan is a destroyer and a ‘blackmailer’
But Christ is our redeemer and our healer
What the nine plagues couldn’t do
The blood of the Lamb gave a clue

By faith he (Moses) kept the Passover and the sprinkling of the blood, lest he who destroyed the firstborn should touch them. Hebrew 11:28

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013

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Be On Guard

Cool breeze swept into the room
Sound of trees rustling and hustling
Birds were silent, winds singing
Fright walked in ghostly gloom

 Here stood a bloody evil-like monster
A deadly giant of about seven feet tall
Crouched in the dark of the house wall
Crouching slowly, a mortal master

 I held my breath behind the door
A bang sounded from behind me
Door locked and safe was the key
He banged the door the more

 Baam! Baam!! Baam!!! 

The bloody monster prowls like a lion
Its desire is to devour, thirsty for blood
Its heart brims in a boiling flood
“Be On Guard! Be tough as an iron!” 

Had wished this monster will stay away
And not crouched behind the door
I have prayed to my Lord the more
Yet this monster prowls till day


At my doorstep is this bloodily beast 
Haunted I go tainted
Life's made men darkly painted
Life has taken a turn and none knows the twist

Be on guard! 

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2017

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Love in a Bowl

I missed the meals mama used to cook 
Her recipes were not in the cookery book 
Mama was just more of a kitchen queen 
She's the best cook we have ever seen 

Mama's Fufu with Chicken soup was my best 
The manner she cooked it was better than the rest
Her meals always nourished the spirit 
As they filled the stomach every minute 

After school she served us with spaghetti 
Mama's garnish as elegant as bugatti 
She'll serve with eggs and some salad dressing 
It was a special kind of love, very impressing 

Oh my gosh! Her meals saved me countless times 
I cannot really explain that in poetic lines
Family dinner was a time of joy and conversation 
A time of fellowship, laughter and celebrations 

She sprinkled all her meals with goodness
And carefully spooned cinnamon for sweetness 
Making dessert, bread and cakes for birthdays 
Chicken sauce and pineapple drinks on holidays 

Never was there a meal like her morning prayers
She'll spend early hours of her days in prayers 
Her heart was full of love, peace and joy 
She was our lamp, like a light in the city of Troy

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2020

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Metamorphosis


Your transition is a miracle 
A Divine orchestrated Oracle 
Like the ever-changing caterpillar 
Metamorphosed into a butterfly 

 Graceful and Beautiful
 Bright and Colourful 
Gracefully transforming its body 
Spinning itself like a silky cocoon 

 For a season, it goes through pain 
To renew the old nature again 
Digesting and releasing enzymes
 To dissolve all of its old tissues

  It learns to creep and crawl
 Then it learns to stand tall
 Fashioned to fly and to soar
 To kiss the beauty of a flower 

 He's made us priest and kings
 And He's given you these wings 
Spread these wings every day
 And fly just like the butterfly

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2020



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In the Palm of His Hand

He holds me in the palm of His hand 
My fear, He perfectly understands 
I understand, I am a work in progress 
It hurts, I feel like skipping the process 

He holds me in the palm of his hand 
He holds the sea in the hollow of His hand 
And measured heaven with a span 
For He has never ever failed to plan 

The One Who loves me is so close to hand 
And He has my name tattooed in His hand 
His hand had such a gracious large spread 
His comfort the valley of shadow I tread 

Like a Lamb led to the slaughter land 
A big nail struck through His hand 
His hand bleeding profusely 
Yet I took His love so loosely

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2020

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Soccer-No greater Sport

I grabbed my shin guard and boot
And head out with my team unto the pitch
The crowd goes wild, old and young, all hooting
The horns of the cars and the vuvuzela’s all tooting
Super Sports, Sky Sports, BBC and ESPN- all reporting 
 
 The game kicks off, Tony in post
Anchored by Fish, Tuga, Razak and Bruce
 Pirlo on the left, Tsidi in the middle, Speelo on the right
Saviola, Siyabonga and Blagodzi will be at the fore-front of the fight
Souls wrestle for supremacy, the crowd still alive and sparkling all night

Go Mighty Panda! Go Mighty Panda!!
The away crowd in purple, black and Green cheers wildly 
Referee whistles for a foul and issues Tuga his second yellow
Two yellow cards means an automatic sending off of Tuga, my fellow
Down by a man yet not giving up, Coach makes a substitution as Noni comes on for Speelo

We’re taking things cool and calm
The opposition getting frustrated after 80 minutes
My teammates attacking and defending with an irresistible power 
As the pendulum of action swings from one tower to the other tower
I took the game into my own hands and blast a ‘gargo’ shot in the eleventh hour


The home crowd goes silent
The 40,000 hooting crowd goes quiet
That thunderbolt from Siyabonga won us the cup
When the game is over the wining team gets a thump up
The losing team goes home to prepare for next season and to get fired up

The Poet Preacher © 2013

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013

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A Prayer of a Footballer

O Lord! Thou art my Coach
I shall never be defeated
 Strengthen me for this game
As I humble call on your name 

Invigorate my heart, mind and body
When I fall, pick me up and energize me
Grant me the tenacity to win every ball
And courage to stand whatever befall

Yea, though my opponents frighten me
Like roaring Lions out of their den
My great Coach always inspires me
Your pep talk! Your word! Uplifts me

Though fear and despair bites me
Like venomous snakes out of the shadow
My Lord is with me everywhere I go
You prepare a strategy to defeat my foe

When the final whistle is blown
And the team heads to the dressing room
May my Lord, the great Coach when He calls my name
Say “Gideon! You played like a Lion, you played the game” 

And surely victory, glory and goodness 
Will hunt me all the days of my life
And I shall look up to my Coach forever
Walking with me now and ever!

The Poet Preacher © 2014

Ps 18:39 My Coach has fortified me with strength [energy, power, strategy, capability] for the battle [big game, contest, combat]: He has subdued [vanquished, beaten, massacred, overpowered] my opponents.

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2014

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A Mother Like No OTher

I sing of a special mother
One like no other
One bothered about another

A mother who smiles and care
One who did nothing but share
It is great to know she is always there

When tear drops she brought a toy
Her whispers sparkles unceasing joy
Her love is stronger than the Helen of Troy

You taught me from wrong to right
You taught me the difference between darkness and light
You taught me to recite the Lord’s Prayer day and night

Envelope yourself in a mothers Love
For she is like an angel from above
Never trade her love for the price of a dove

As we celebrate all mothers in a special way
Thank you for your fidelity, even when we went astray
And above all, thank you for what we are today

He grants the barren woman a home, Like a joyful mother of children.
Praise the LORD! Ps 113:9

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013

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Lionel Messi


Horrendously explosive nimble ball juggler
Athletic and Ever-Attacking game shuffler
Maradona upgraded and improved version
Awesomely admiring soccer surgeon
Ruthless with the heart and strength of a Lion
Devours the opponent with the boot of an iron


Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2015

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