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Joseph Jeremiah Naye Poem
My Nefertiti does
not come from the
Dynasty of Pharaoh
Neither does she
possess the golden
Adornment
She may not have the
poise and grace
Of Queen Nefertiti
Never the less she has the
poise and grace
Of the daughters
Of Zion
Ibilate, you are the
Queen of my Kingdom
And You are
My Nefertiti.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2018
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It's an awesome sight
Beholding the twilight
The moon arrayed by the Sun
For light not it's own as a son.
The stars glint the sky
Evidence of the works of a great artist
Not by chance for the big bang theorist
The Earth is a sphere, not perfect
Leaving the marks of a great artist
Beast of no nations lonely burden being borne
The Earth, the planets, solar system, the galaxies, all are pointers ....
It is not an accident but a grand design
The Almighty God is the greatest Artist.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2023
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Joseph Jeremiah Naye Poem
The price was thirty pieces of
silver
From the treasury of the Holy
temple
The contract for life, a deed in
blood
The Chief Priests and Elders
signatories.
The kiss of a friend, the betrayal of
a brother.
Piercing painfully than the dagger of
an enemy.
For the price of 30 pieces of silver.
The treasurer of the Son of Man,
The King of kings in earthen vessel
The lure of 30 pieces of silver
Of filthy lucre,
Ensnaring the soul deadened by
greed
So was the son of perdition bought
For a mere 30 pieces of silver.
That placed the noose over his
head.
Whose destiny was wreaked forever.
The Bishopric transferred to another;
All for filthy lucre.
30 pieces of silver
The worth of the Son of Man
Whose heavenly throne is arrayed in
precious stones,
Whose Kingdom streets are paved of
the purest of gold.
Oh my Lord and my God!!! Have
mercy!!!!
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2017
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The solemn night's silence was
broken,
As needles pierces with a shrieking
sound bespoken.
So the growl of the wolverine breakthrough
the moonless night,
Waking up in a jolt, drenched in sweat,
what a sweet plight,
Lo, it was only a frozen case of a
nightmare awoken.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2017
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I was in the company of my
siblings
Enjoying the comforts of my
sisters,
When they came at me
Armed with axes and machetes
determined to grind their oxen
They struck blows upon blows, cuts upon
cuts.
My limbs first, then my trunk came tumbling
down.
I shouted and cried all to no avail, none
came to help me;
Subdued,
I submitted to my fate like
Others
Gone before me.
Then calamity for our maltreatment
began;
Like a curse in due season.
My muffled cry earlier stripped of a voice
began to be heard.....
As temperatures increased by
one degree,
As appointed seasons altered
their course.
Floods and droughts became
synonyms.
The snow banks of the Arctic and
Antarctica,
Began to reach out in protest, not
unmindful of the depravations' of
the Polar bears and its ilk's.
Ozone, grumbling about the partitioning
due to the unholy alliances with Carbon,
Hurting the harmony that once kept them
in bonds.
But now some kind hearted kindred's have
given voice to my,
Cry.
They have taken note and are beginning to
act to save my other siblings.
(I hope it is not too late to save our forests, to
reduce global warming and preserve our earth.)
Written on the 4th November, 2015
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2017
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Joseph Jeremiah Naye Poem
The Owelle
of the realm
of Onitsha
their title,
Zik of Africa
Our vintage title.
Zik a real patriot
with core values
your contemporaries
were at the regions
but you dreamt of one
Nigeria at the center
Tribe and tongue in vain.
The Owelle was a champion
a champion of the center
though your ideals were
thawed by your peers
he solidly stood by it
even in the face
of the civil war
One Nigeria! One Nigeria!!
echoes that kept reverberating
One Nigeria! One Nigeria!!
Time and time again your
relevance proven
Turned sounds of Nigeria
relished.
Owelle of Onitsha
Zik of Africa.
(Written on the 30th March, 2015)
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2021
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The chirping of birds long gone;
The
flurry
of
butterflies
but
a
dream.
Trees shamed for their loss of leaves.
The smell of dust now prevalent,
replacing
the
scent
of
dew
long
forgotten.
Rustling of dry leaves stepped upon.
The scorching Sun, only a reminder
of
it's
loss
of
vegetation, now a scorched earth.
It's the dry season, the harvest of
plenty
long
forgotten. sand and dust a reminder
The stormy dust, a reminder of what
would
have
been.
It's the spell of the dry season.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2017
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Tambourines in the air;
Whistles and bustles in a
rhyme.
In the house of Khloe,
Melodies of the heart;
A reenactment in the farm house
of old rhythms.
Grand mother's tongue in cheek,
but she is gone;
Gone home to be with the lasses
Free from the pains of the masses.
The house of Chloe will never be the
same again.
Mirth and laughter gone through the
back door.
Enter the dragon, my mama with sternness
and a rod.
Not to be spared for our scrawny behinds
my mama.
The house of Khloe has changed course
never the same again.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2016
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Lessons to learn from you, oh Salmon
great fish!, strong navigator;
How highly focused you are, attaining
your goals oh great curator.
Moving and strong currents do not deter
your maternal instinct;
Aware that your destiny ends where you
were spawned in your precinct.
So much to learn from the journey of your
life, oh great conservator!.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2017
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The genie is on the loose
The genie is on the run
Ali Baba and the 40 thieves
Pandora box has been sprung;
Pandemonium, helter-skelter strung.
"Why did you do this"? He asked
'I heard a voice that ordered me'
The genie on the loose
And the people on the run.
Running helter-skelter.
The dragon unleashed
Spanners in the works
Too many cooks tending the broth
Many phalanges eyeing the broth..
The Scilian code of silence is broken
The genie on the loose.
Zebra crossings in the game reserve
Ebola the terror from Monrovia
Revered in Lagos Nigeria.
The genie on cruise control.
Boko Haram in the North East
Terrorists in religious garb,
Weakness of the Nation awakened
Reality dawns on the
Conscience of A Nation
The genie on the loose.
At last our sacred realm
Of peace has been broken.
Fear reigns supreme at the
Fringes of the the Country's borders
We are now face to face with terror.
The imagination of a Nation
Held in a vice grip.
(This was written in March, 2015)
when the terrors of Boko Haram
was at its peak ravaging Nigeria.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2023
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