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Monday 30 November 2015

GUEST WRITER OF THE WEEK: ASABE ADAMZ

Its been a while since we had a refreshing taste of some new talents so i decided to spice up this radiant new month with a sizzling hot new talent in the creative writing block.
DRUM ROLLS.....
Ladies and bloggomen i present to you the enigmatic ASABE ADAMZ


Life’s beauty
Standing on a hill;
She watched the sun come to life
Making everything bright and beautiful
The birds were singing
The trees swishing
Animals racing
Rivers flowing
Everything was alive
These were the sound of living
She marveled at nature
Oh life! What a beauty.

 Letter to a precious one
When the sunsets
The stars quit their hiding
And the moon comes calling
Then comes the clouds
And the overshadowing darkness
 All I can think of is you
Hoping you are safe
It’s been a long while
But my mind wouldn’t let go
If only you were here now
I would be with you
Staring, loving and caring
But things were not to be
I see you in my dreams
Cute little hands
Fingers and toes all intact
Smiling little cute face
Eyes exuding warmth
 My poor little one
You trusted me
But I couldn’t trust me
I know you lie up there
In His bosom
But I still feel a longing
Just to have you here
Hoping one day I hold you close
Sleep well my little angel
Till we meet again.

Violence; the pains
She looked at the dour faces
Live was full of phases
The forces took their places
Hands holding on to their maces
The violence would surely leave its traces
Hours later everywhere was still
Oh! Why did humans love to kill?
She prayed to have a sleeping pill
So she could wake
From this nightmarish lake
And find her with a smiling Jake
But now he was dead for her sake
Life had, had its take
Violence always only left heartaches.

Just that girl
A snob she might appear to be
Arrogant, proud and anti social
Uncaring and hostile you might think
Complicated and wrapped up in herself
But to her, she’s not
She’s an epitome of shyness
Intellectual and introverted
Full of passion for life
Timid she might appear
But brave in the spirit
She truly was
Violence she couldn’t take
And heart break she wouldn’t cause
There she sits patiently
Waiting and hoping
With all her heart
That you might just understand
And get to know the real her
One day, just one day.

            An ocean of love
Sins as red as crimson
Washed as white as snow
No blemishes, no condemnation
He sees them not
Neither are my shortcomings seen
I might have been broken and shattered
But His love has mended me
Sleepless nights caused by fear
Are all soothed by Him?
All these He did for me
Why you ask?
Because now I know God surely loves me
Min, body and soul
He loves me totally
An ocean of love all for me
More love than I can ever get
Even more than the world could ever offer
A life of hate is no more
It’s now an open book of love
All because of His ocean of love

IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CREATIVE WORK THEN PLEASE CONTACT THE BRAINCHILD BEHIND IT VIA: khadyjatbaby1@gmail.com

HAPPY NEW MONTH

Happy new month y'all
its indeed paramount that we give praises to God for his faithfulnes
from January to December, he has kept you amidst the torrents of fate and the wiles of time
now you are here: celebrating the end of yet another year
WORDS ARE INDEED NOT ENOUGH
but we have no other way to pay him back than to say
THANK YOU BABA!

Saturday 28 November 2015

LIFE'S WATER

When through her mercurial waves
we rode
she would rage
and only simmer when twilight sings

Woe! betide they that flutter-
round her shallow floor
for there lies her fierce chloer
and her wildest flaws

Dear sailor,
row your boat gently down her stream
carefully, carefully,
for she doth loose her seams

I have vowed never to surf in her shallow shores
but deep plunges to dare
at the soul of her course
riding, sailing, rowing

Boldly in the hurdles of her character
drowned in the magic of her essence
till i disappear
beyond her fathomless belly

                                  DAP




Wednesday 25 November 2015

SONG OFHOPE- for Mrs Adedipe

too hasty i was
in requiem to quench a soul
when yond the silky clouds
lies the hope of a miracle

hear O Lord!!!
the cries of wary souls
the shriek of small voices
the platter of tiny feet

they cry aloud
from the depth of empty souls
for when love comes through a door
death flees thro the window

like the silky garments of Dorcas
her smile embellishes our soul
perchance she soars amongst us
in spiritus, watching, wishing

quicken those placid flesh
and let the infants dance around
a honor to your supremacy
a memoir of your ageless fortitude

                                    DAP

LIFE IS FICKLE AND TRANSIENT, WE ARE HERE TODAY AND TOMORROW HISTORY
BUT WHEN THAT HAPPENS THE QUESTION IS:
WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO THE WORLD?
HOW MANY LIVES HAVE WE IMPARTED?
HOW MUCH LOVE HAVE WE SHARED?
FOR LIKE THE POPULAR HYMN SAYS: FADING AWAY LIKE THE STARS OF THE MORNING... ONLY REMEMBERED BY WHAT WE HAVE DONE.
WAKE UP TODAY AND DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO TODAY, LIVE IN THE MOMENT, LOVE AND ENJOY BEING LOVED BECAUSE LIFE IS A TRANSIENT JOURNEY AND WHEN YOURS ENDS, IT IS IMPORTANT THAT YOU LEAVE BEHIND A TRAIL OF LOVE AND HAPPINESS


Tuesday 24 November 2015

REQUIEM- Dedicated to Mrs Adedipe

Fading away like the stars of the morning
loosing light in the field of blood
thus she passed forced on the blacksail
her voice echoing in our world

i have seen from afar the ferry go
and wondered at her cruel form
but never have i stared so close
as the dark cloak enveloped a soul

we are but punctuations in time
when we go, she just flows
on and on to the next boring stop
some long, some short but all go

oh! the vanity
the inane cry of hungry souls
the sweat splattered on vain soils
the battles wrecked over barns

but their tiny feet shall echo her needs
where tears go unheard
their tiny voices will blare
and in time they shall mock time

but when i go
perhaps in a blaze of glory it seems
let my love resonate like a song
and my passion like a halo

in these words your soul is cremated
your moments shall echo through every rhyme
and hearts shall no longer forget
the moments you graced our hearts

                                                  DAP

Monday 23 November 2015

UPDATE!!!

Good morning readers
First let me apologize for the lateness of this message
it was due to some reasons that i cannot disclose here online
TO THE NEWS>>>
GUESS WHAT?
I came out 7th in the recently concluded Mobile bookshelf poetry competition and its all thanks to you guys
I know what you are thinking
WHY NOT FIRST?
My answer is:
wait for it...
Thanks all thesame
IT CAN ONLY GET BETTER

EUREKA MOMENTS

An entire lifetime can be fitted into a moment
when each moment is punctuated
by experiences and thoughts
resonating with erstwhile emotions

A pint of blood it took
where a thousand rams failed
and like the Nile it flowed
its source interminable

Love can kiss you in the face
and slap you in the eye
she walks in bright shadows
her form no one knows

Time cheats us eventually
when by the ferry we bade farewell
she laughs at our inanity
and moves on to better course

                                  DAP

Thursday 19 November 2015

NUMB THOUGHTS

Where was you when the crow called?
perhaps lounging in your worm plagued nirvana,
"no more the days of the falconer" they cried
no more the memoirs of the derailed

When the music stopped, we kept on
dancing till our feet got sore
we are bobbed up mind-wise in incertitude
our eyes, veiled of our own volition

if this were a state, an arid it would be
treacherous creatures crawling by
uncertainty would be her pater
and we would have lapsed in gloom

but still we will dance on
rhythm unheard, melody unrefined
we will scour the soul's field
and pray for better days


                                          DAP


THE SOUND OF SILENCE

My soul craves a familiar sound
from the womb of creation
a music only in silence found
where the wind sings its notion

there is music in the swirl of the breeze
the genteel lap of oceanus
the subtle dance of the sequoia tree
and the sound of the soul's onus

no dance have my spirit felt
than the ethereal steps of the soundless
its rhythm knows no time bound
its harmony effort less

from where i sit
a vantage of hurling thoughts
i see the world tilt
and i heard a violent echo

but all around me time stood still
in obeisance to mother nature
the violence swallowed in silence's mill
grinding my soul in pleasant torture

                                          DAP...