The Enigmatic: POETRY

POETIC WINDOW

Keep me inspired

So I could keep aspiring

To be what I want to be

In this world of chaos

Keep the doors of my life closed

To the aimless wanderers

Who step into my life

Like a parasite to the brain

Only to eat their piece of cake

And leave me away in drain

Open my eyes to the windows

That knows the secrets of the world

So I could see the ways of the wise

As well as those of the poor

In order to strike a balance

And not be lost in this world

Finally let me lay down to rest

Relaxed and gentled

Knowing this poetic window

Has spoken something that was missing

Into the life a soul

And when accounting time comes

Let me be bold to say I worked

And wasn’t lazing away in the world

When some folks need me to touch their world

And speak a word of renewal

With the talents you have blessed me to work

SPIRITUAL!

It’s spiritual

When a man mounts the podium

And utters some revelations

Like a river divine

Flowing from a source that never runs dry

And giving life to those who are passing by

Even when we look down and say Poetry is non-essential

Don’t you think it’s a life giver to those who are able to think wide?

It’s spiritual

When my pastor speaks

And I stay glued to my sits

Hearing His thunderous voice as if a volcano could speak

And hitting my head like some hammer I could not explain

Saying Repent for the kingdom of God is at hand

And no man knoweth when death knocks on the door

But I got no envy for those who become Pastors

I do not want it cos I know what it takes

Nevertheless the mission I’m given is that which I must fulfil

And I would not want to be another Jonah in the belly of a fish

It’s spiritual

When I recite my Poetry

Knowing that this is not from my thoughts

But from a fountain that fills my world

With grace so everlasting that I can’t deny

Which makes me to always want to come back again

To tell you a poem that will sooth your soul

Either you believe my report or not is not the point

My mission is to tell you my story-and then I take my leave

It’s spiritual

When you understand the true source of Poetry

Knowing that it is not a thing for the mere men

Either love science fiction or romance

Poetry is a language of the gods

After all-the Bible says we are gods

Just like our Father who art in Heaven!

LIKE A TOY SOLDIER

Like a toy soldier,

We were pushed to the war front,

Some gave up on the way,

Some fell by the enemy’s bullet,

Yet, all in all,

We were all tools in your hand.

Like a toy soldier,

You gather us together,

Each serving different functions,

Some for good, and some for bad,

Some to serve as example to others,

Yet at the peak of our life,

We will eventually realise,

You have always been our director,

We were actors in a play.

Like a toy soldier,

We have always moved like zombie,

When those in front fall,

We never take lessons,

We still fall for the mistake of our fathers.

Like a toy soldier,

Those who do not have life,

Who cannot even rule their own homes,

Have always been the ones that rule us,

Those who actually could make things happen,

Prefar to stay put like a monkey,

And watch in entertainment, our degraded economy,

Unwanted children fill our homes,

Hungry mouths cry for help,

Innocent bloods are still being shed,

Yet nobody seemed to care,

As long as they make their living.

Like a toy soldier,

When I look at others,

I really wished I could copy them,

Yet on a second thought,

When I take a closer look,

I found out, they were already copying me.

Like a toy soldier,

I may not have the life I desire yet,

I may even feel unhappy with myself now,

Yet I chose to add meaning to other lives,

By making my own life relevant.

INSPIRED!

If a man could blush I’d blush

But a man should show no emotion

So I would just smile and holla back

Knowing fully well that you got my back

The woman of my dreams

The pride of my life

Just a second closure of my eyes

And it would seem as though I dream of thee

Yet like fantasy I’d wish to wake no more

For the love you give is sweeter than honey

And thy taste on my lips makes me thirst no more

If at all I could go back to yester years

I’d wish I’ve known you since the day I was born

For your thought alone inspire my world

And makes me see revelations as if in a trance

Hey! Don’t you think I’ve been transformed by you?

This was the same me whom you greeted at the park

Nine years ago was like yesterday

And I felt like eating you cos you look like ice cream

But I could not come near because you were like sugar cane

And the flock of ants around thee was like you’d be eaten up

Now here we are together again

None of them was even able to eat thee up

I stand here alone like Jacob digging the well of Rehoboth

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