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Aina Oluwafisayomi Poem
First of all, Grandma left us.
Now Grandma’s gone to be with the Lord
But thank God I know better.
O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory?
I could pour out all the questions
But thank God, I know better.
It’s just a playback of the same old
Why You? Why Now? Why Lord?
Sufficient whys till infinite eternity
But thank God I know better.
Thank God I know better
That in Christ, it’s never goodbye
See You Later Grandma.
@SEPTEMBER 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
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T'was not about the Fire
That Burn the Bush but would not consume
T'was about the Bush that Hosted God.
T'was not about the Ark
That killed the one that gave it Support
But Blessed to envy, the House that kept it
T'was about the House that Reverenced His Presence.
T'was not about the Fire
That burn Seven times over
Burned the Soldiers and the Ropes
But the Hebrew offenders would not consume
T'was about Men that Knew and Believed in their God.
T'was not about the Fire
That answered not
Despite the limping and cuttings of Baal prophets
But descend heavily at the beckon of Elijah.
T'was about the Prophet that carries God.
T's not about the storms
Or challenges that come our way
T's not about the answers
That we don't get, even at that point
When we've tried-cried our best.
T's not about the God
That seems desperately quiet
Incidentally at that exact time
When the questions get most vigorously daunting
T's about Me
How My walk was before the storms came
T's about Me
Where My Faith lies when I needed answers
T's about Me
How much of Him I Carry
T's about Me
My Commitment, My Devotion, My Worship.
T's about Me
How much I've Learnt to trust in Him
Ts about Me
The level of Acquaintance I've gained in His presence.
T's about Me
T's about where I stand.
OCTOBER 2O16 / @M.H.O.G Unveiled
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THE MASTER PUZZLER
Life is compared to a Puzzle.
I knew not why until I discovered that,
Only the Puzzler's in Proper Perspective.
You get to a point where all is so close to Perfect,
All seems good but for one or two misplacements,
At this point, things look good and rosy, But
Only the Puzzler's in Proper Perspective.
Then, He makes some strategic or confusing moves,
All seems Scattered, Shattered and no longer makes Sense, But
Only the Puzzler's in Proper Perspective.
The Observer is no less confused than the Puzzle itself,
At this point where all makes almost no sense.
Everyone's dazed but the Puzzler. Indeed,
Only the Puzzler's in Proper Perspective.
In calmness and precision, to the amazement of all,
He makes a few more moves and all is at rest. Indeed,
Only the Puzzler's in Proper Perspective.
Our lives be the Puzzle and our God the Puzzler.
So, as the Puzzler makes His strategic moves,
Let's be at rest and confident surrender, that
Only the Puzzler's in Proper Perspective.
@September 2016 |©M.H.O.G Unveiled
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We’ve heard it said,
That partial sight is worse than no sight
We would rather not see men as trees.
That half-truth is no truth
It is rather a blatant lie.
That partial information is no information
Better to be called a misinformation.
Therefore if you will,
When you give sight, be like Jesus
If you would swear an Oath
Make it void of all trace of perjury
And if you must tell tale
Always tell the full story, a balanced story
When You Speak.
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It's Summer time
No More waking up by 6 a.m
Welcome Summer
Welcome Holiday
Welcome Long awaited guest
Expected as a Newborn.
Summer time is great 'cos it's holiday
How I wish we never path again
Please stay so I never miss you
With you I can go
Any where, any time
Oh I love you; beloved summer
Summer time, a time of refreshing
The Skies are blue saying 'Welcome Summer'
The Children are happy
With a joyful song
We are returning home
Home, sweet home!!!
@October 2011 |© M.H.O.G. Unveiled.
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Like the tick and wine of the Clock
Like the Rising and Setting of the Sun
Rising from among the multitude
To disappear like the thickest of Clouds
But just for a while.
Yes! You Reigned
Surely the Oracle did Reign
But! That was yesterday
You Reign as if you will forever do
But just for a while
MJ You Reigned
Like the foreign goddess on stage
A god unknown to everyone
With unbelievable walks across the spotlight
But just for a while.
Our fathers Reigned
Our forefathers Reigned
But neither of them do today
Who will Reign forever?
Who can? Today and tomorrow.
Even the World they say
Don't last forever
Hence the wise note the saying
Make Hay while the Sun Shines
And take Rest while the Night lasts.
@October 2011 |© M.H.O.G. Unveiled.
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SONNET XIV
I SING OF HIS FAITHFULNESS
Since Childhood have I severally been told
That the Blessed Mind Knows Gratitude
Till lately, this has been more of a Mystery
That His Promises are there,
That He is good with ever enduring Mercies
That for me, He works all things for good.
The Grace that gave me all I deserved not,
And His Mercies that exempt me from Karma
That it all comes from Him
That by me, all has gone exacly as planned; No,
But; He has daily led me to the expected end
Beyond what Eyes have seen or Ears heard
The Light I’ve seen I’ll share
I’ll sing of His Faithfulness.
@DECEMBER 2016/ ©M.H.O.G Unveilings
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But how long should I flog myself?
Even when all else choose to beat me silly.
Or, if life be justified to change,
Should justice now lead to the gallows?
When I’ve only chosen to live life.
Or, is it just that I suffered dis-applaud
For living life on the basis of was is justified?
And if all else choose to flog me,
If all else choose not to reason my way,
Should I also flog myself?
And if so, for how long?
How long should I flog myself
When in my bid to live out the justice of life,
I am confronted with the injustice of men.
@SEPTEMBER 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
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But why o why should I be made to apologize?
When the song changed
And the beat of the music followed
And was justified accordingly that such is life,
Then, why o why should I be made to apologize?
When I have only changed my dancing steps accordingly,
If the rules of the game be justified to change,
Right in the middle of its unraveling,
Should it in anyway be surprising
That the players in the game also made some alignments?
Or, when we are told, change is constant in life,
Should anyone be prosecuted for living?
Should anyone be penalized for observing the rules of the game?
Or, is Change now selectively constant?
@SEPTEMBER 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
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When you speak,
Do not speak of your Woes
Without telling us of the Goal
Do not sadden us with the tale of your Troubles
Without following it up with the tale of your Trophies
It is useless to display before us your Scars
If you will not intimate us with its Stars.
After every successful training comes promotion
So help our youthful minds
Do not tell us of Labours like they are fruitless
Do not tell us you suffered
When actually it wasn’t imposed on you
But came to you on the path you chose to pursue.
So that we know, Challenges on the path to success are worthwhile.
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