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Elayne Ogbeta Poem
It was Christmas time in Anansi’s house
But Anansi was snoring loud and deep
While all the house was up and busy
Sneaky Anansi was pretending to sleep
Anansi imagined lying on the beach
Soaking up some hot Jamaican sun
Christmas time with all its merriment
For Anansi was never, ever fun!
Poor Anansi - it’s such a crime
To not have fun at Christmas time!
Last year whist fixing the Christmas baubles
He was jumping up, extremely mad
Because all the baubles kept flying off
And the crooked angel looked very sad
When he tore off the wrapper from his gifts
He always hoped for a nice surprise
But every year his presents were the same
Eight pairs of socks and two colourful ties
Poor Anansi - the church bells’ chime
No fun for you this Christmas time!
And Christmas dinner was never enough
Because his wife entertained the whole town!
Cold scraps of dinner left on a plate
And a squeeze to find a spot to sit down
And playing party games was such a bore
Card games he never had the knack
Charades would leave him a little confused
Legs tangled with Twister or stuck on his back
Poor Anansi, you can bet a dime
No fun for you this Christmas-time
Never anything good to watch on TV
And the Queen spoke too posh and too slow
He didn’t even have a favourite book to read
Poor, poor Anansi with his Christmas woe
But there was just one thing about Christmas
That Anansi couldn’t wait to partake
Every Christmas his wife would prepare
The most delicious, scrumptious Christmas cake
Every year he sliced the biggest piece
Leaving his family to fight for the rest
Delicious, scrumptious with a scoop of ice-cream
This Christmas cake was always the best
Anansi made sure that everyone had gone
Before he scurried down for his Christmas treat
He looked in the oven, the cupboard the fridge
But couldn’t find any Christmas cake to eat
“Surprise,” said his wife from behind him
“We are having fruit salad for a change!”
Then she handed him a large Christmas bowl
Filled with tropical fruits of all range.
Poor Anansi - it’s such a crime
To have no cake at Christmas time!
To have no cake at Christmas time!
To have no cake at Christmas time!
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Dear Lord, I’d love to meet you. I’ll just check my diary now
To see when it’s convenient, so I can squeeze you in somehow.
Oh dear, it seems on Monday night I won’t be free.
I’ve made a new acquaintance, who has invited me for tea.
On Tuesday, I’ll be at the hairdressers fixing a new style.
So I’m afraid that day won’t do, ‘cause my hair might take a while.
I can pencil you in on Wednesday between twelve and one.
But I’m conscious that my meeting may go on and on and on.
Ah, Thursday might be better, but it’s very, very tight.
I’ll be preparing a meal for friends coming over that night.
Friday is not looking good; I’ve a report that needs completing
And after that, I apologise, I’ve booked another meeting.
Saturday is family day; and we have so many things planned.
You know how family is important; I’m sure you’ll understand.
Since I’m going to church on Sunday, I’m sure I’ll meet you there.
I guess we can catch up between the worship and the prayer.
But right now Lord, I’ve got to dash, I have no time to speak.
So hopefully we’ll rearrange and attempt to meet next week!
©E.E.Ogbeta
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Fireworks!
Lights sparkling
Ruby delight
Fizzing, whizzing
Glistening night
Bright diamonds
Golden rain
Blasting, rasping
Again and again
Rays flashing
Shattered drops
Dashing, splashing
Cannon ball shots
Wild explosions
Busting high
Booming, zooming
Bejewelled sky
Folks laughing
Gusty cheers
Glimmering, shimmering
Chandeliers
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The Lord is my teacher;
I will not fail.
He fills me with knowledge and wisdom.
He teaches me in the way that I should go.
He refreshes me with understanding.
He instructs me in spiritual matters;
He will not leave me ignorant.
Yes, though I make mistakes and
Sometimes show misunderstanding,
I will not be ashamed -
For you are with me.
Your arm of love, your patience, gently corrects me.
You allow me to shine in the presence of my peers.
You crown me with success; distinctions over flow.
Surely, excellence will follow me everywhere I go.
And I will be in your classroom for ever!
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The year is new.
The season fresh
Like ripe bananas
Ready to be picked,
Plucked and eaten.
Like the jungle.
Ready to be explored
Experienced, caressed.
Opportunities ocean-wide
Optimism skyscraper high
Helium filled dreams just waiting
To burst and fall into your hands.
The year is new.
She has exchanged her clothes,
Washed her face,
And now and refreshed,
Ready,
Eager to take you
Hold you,
Teach you.
Welcome her with open arms.
Wherever she leads you this year
Follow her with cat’s curiosity.
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Laughter 2ft tall
Charging up and down the stairs.
Laughter in my arms and
Around my neck.
Laughter tickling my feet with teddy.
Now laughter in the garden
Hiding in the bushes
And rolling in the grass.
Laughter in the kitchen
Amidst dinner and juice.
Laughter and the Tweenies.
Laughter in the bath with Winnie.
Laughter in the bedroom with
The three little pigs.
Laughter tucked away in bed.
No more laughter.
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I have learnt
How to plant a dream
To plant a dream
And watch it grow
To nurture it
With rays of joy
And nurture it
With rains of woe
Bring forth a dream
With perseverance
To bring it forth
With patience, slow
To hold a dream
Not let it slip
To hold it firm
But let it flow
See your dream
Breathe your dream
Live and talk, embrace your dream
Don’t let it go
Don’t let it go
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It’s merit that we don’t deserve,
It’s blessings that we can’t reserve,
And lavished upon the humble soul,
That’s His amazing grace!
It’s sweeter than the birds that sing,
It’s fresher than the month of spring,
And gives us strength for each new day,
That’s His abounding grace!
Its power snatches us from sin,
It satisfies the heart within,
And lifts us up when we feel low,
That’s His prevailing grace!
It’s constant like the summer rays,
It’s sufficient to sustain always,
A gift so precious, so divine,
That’s His exceeding grace!
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The storms of life that slaps your face
And steals you from God’s warm embrace
The angry waves that crashes in
The raging tides that seem to win
The howling bitter wind that blows
And throws its victim to and fro
The waters fill and rock the boat
You wonder if you’ll sink or float
You start to question is God there?
Is He asleep, does He not care?
Then Jesus answers, “Peace, be still
This storm of life, it is my will
I’m holding you, you will not drown
Your faith is grounded, rooted down
Through storms of life I’m standing near
You’ll cross over, no need to fear
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God gave me His box of grace
He said, “Open, and look inside.”
So I gently lifted the lid and
found love buried deep and wide.
“Keep searching”, he whispered softly.
“What more can you see and hear?”
“I see strength, knowledge and wisdom,
There is mercy flowing everywhere.
I hear peace like a river flowing
I hear victory’s melodious song
I hear hope’s refreshing showers
And see faith standing solid and strong
There’s unmerited favour abounding
Direction, for each difficult task.
And salvation is shining like summer.
Is that everything I need?” I asked.
“This grace is freely given
Through my strength you will succeed
This unlimited grace, freely given
Is sufficient for your every need.”
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