Monthly Archives: April 2014

On A Quest

              (NaPoWriMo14 Day 29)

“be fruitful and multiply,” He said
man and woman He made them,
in the beginning
men looked for women
women looked for men
but he never gave the map
or leave the clue
just the heart
muttering the path
right or wrong
blindly following the path
the eyes see the light
the heart feels the hurt
then the search begins again
I looked for him everywhere,
anywhere
I could not find him
then I lost me
I went looking for me
maybe when I find me
he will find me

Dance With Me

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        (NaPoWriMo14 Day 28)

out of the pages of your notes
they filed out
to caress my heart
the most beautiful words I ever read
right in front of me
their soft touch took me to the future
your sincere mind lay bare before me
“I’m asking words to dance”
asking them to soar with me
they took a bow to do my bidding
we danced and soared to the altar
to the beat of  “I do”
the sweetest beat I ever danced to
I’ll never love another

ORÍ (Inner Self)

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      (NaPoWriMo14 Day 27)

I wait in silence as fate speaks.
His dictates and acts not my own.
Minding not my wait, I’m just in haste.
All Ori requested, I’m being thrown?

Life unfolds as it is written.
No dictates of destiny worries can alter.
While I make plans, it follows its patterns.
Hoping in his pouch are days brighter.

I wait in prayer for what tomorrow brings.
Laying ’em all at the feet of the Maker.
He sees tomorrow, He can heal my sorrow.
Hoping He makes do His promises to the letter.

Be Hopeful

I’m very playful
If you are careful
I wish you to be cheerful
For all must be joyful
We must be active
On things that are lawful
We’ll become faithful
Because we are tactful
Let’s remain hopeful
For all will be colourful

(Just a passing thought…..smiling out loud)
From Elubayo Elusode D’first

My Siblings and I

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funny and exciting they are
daughters of my mother
you can love them
without liking them
there are days when –
you just want to kill them
but hug them instead

they chew on your pens
draw on your favourite books
drool on your bed
tear your room apart
and squeal on you
you may argue all day
and fight all the time
so much you wish
you were an only child
you don’t have to like them
but you love them

when your days are longer
than your nights are
they are there with you
when your friends and lovers
turn their backs on you
they accept you
grief and laugh together
with them, no pretence
they know you
like the back of your hands
they are your pigeon
they may not like you
but they love you

sometimes, they are farther from you
but closer than your jugular
they watch from afar
but their hearts are right with you
waiting, for the right time
to see you through
to pull you through

they are my friends
I do not have to like them
but I do love them

To my siblinngs….love you

Strife of Voices

              (NaPoWriMo14 Day 24)

Another day of the sun is here
At birth for the strife of voices
The babies grow biggger and bigger
Wailing louder and louder
One over the other
In a strife to triumph over one another
One in songs of praise
The other in divine guidance

It’s like a battle between the two
Who makes the loudest noise
A dance of superiority
A war of mediocrity
I wonder who wins the banter
Undecided to rejoice
That it’s not of violence

As it is now of noise

Today

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(NaPoWriMo14 Day 22)

Today on the heels of tomorrow
Right from its birth
All through the deep dark night
Till the light of the morn

“When will tomorrow be?”
“Tomorrow never is”
We are today in pursuit of tomorrow
Chasing it all day today

I have it now, we think
Secure in the folds of our palms
Letting loose when sleep our eyes closed
At light the search begins again

Today matters most
That we fail to remember
Not yesterday, gone forever
When we die all over

Tomorrow is another
When we know not the better
Today is ours to matter
When we live again

I become today
It’s all I have

That You Were My Home

A wide blanket of snow
Stretched out like curtains of silk.
No stitch line or edges

What hands wrought this marvellous work?
A wide sparse of land
Gorgeously adorned with balls of fire,
And dashing sparkle of jewels,
Like a bride being led to her groom
Always the same viewed from
North, South, East or West.
A virgin unravished by man
A chaste land that belongeth to no man
A sweeping canopy seemingly supported by the hills
Thy gates shielded by their smoke
A palace fit only for the greatest king
The moon glorifying his presence,
The stars rending obeisance,
The crickets and the creeds lending their music at night
Thy beauty teases us
For you remained out of reach
Like the promise of the second coming
Oh that thou were my home!
Oh that I had wings like a dove!
I would hasten my escape from here below.
Unfold my wings,
Then I would fly away,
Away to thee.
And be at rest
And the troubles of this world,
Dissolve and forgotten.