Wrong mood

Wrong mood.

The excuse was wrong mood,
The medley her life had brewed,
Raw emotions showed up nude,
Nothing to do with lewd,
She’s no kind dude,
She was very rude,
Idle bystanders viewed,
Her stinging vitriol exude,
She didn’t let her anger brood,
Her manner very crude,
Her method not shrewd,
Never changed even though she’d been sued,
On the slightest slight she chewed,
It was her very food.

© 2011 afeseh ngwa hilary

Sun of rightousness.

Sun of rightousness.

Son of righteousness,
The sun of righteousness,
Clothed in a song of righteousness,
I long for Your righteousness,
Your gong of righteousness,
Let me be flung in righteousness,
Even be hung for righteousness,
Climb a higher rung of righteousness,
Give my tongue for righteousness,
Be wrung for righteousness,
Reach the young for righteousness,
I don't want to go without you LORD JESUS.

© 2011 afeseh ngwa hilary

Diametrically opposed

Diametrically opposed.

Life and death,
Diametrically opposed,
Paradoxically parallel,
In unusual relay,
One takes the baton from the other,
Yet in parallel they run,
Death is recycled to life,
From the ashes of the finite,
The infinite is born,
The grand ephemeral elusive eternity.

© 2011 afeseh ngwa hilary

My legacy!

The cry of my heart on my birthday!

My legacy!

I can't imagine anything better,
Than being the clay in the hands of the master sculptor,
The idea in the mind of the master architect,
The brush in the hands of the master painter,
The words in the mind of the master poet,
The pencil in the hand of the master craftsman,
The soldier in the service of commander in chief of the world,
Let this be my legacy Lord,
Numberless touched with Christ,
By Christ, through me,
There couldn't be a life better lived.

© 2011 afeseh ngwa hilary

Cycle of life!

Cycle of life.


Life, born in the same place as death,
Where the start of death is the same for life,
The next life always one moment away,
Your final breath always one heartbeat closer,
Whether we realize it or not,
For every life in every breath,
We die with the same,
Numbered years and days,
Numbered breaths and heartbeats,
Not for the accumulation of things,
But the rightful use of available resources,
Big or small,
For the most positive effect,
Ever constant betterment of defect,
Let the fear of death never paralyze your living.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

As long as...

As long as,
There is injustice,
And galled prejudice,
One child who can't be educated,
A poorly attended pregnancy gone complicated,
As long there is one unsaved soul,
To reach them I give you my sole,
Let me be at the fore front,
Let me be at the front lines even in the face of affront,

Let me be your soldier against ills,
Let me be your vehicle of good,
Let me be the fountain head of your spring of provision,
Take my next breath,
Take my next thought,
Take my next move,
Even if it were the last,
Yes Lord let somebody breathe easier,
Because I lived.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Drug of perverted love!

Drug of perverted love.

You two are on drugs,
Drunk in dislocated love mugs,
It is making you delusional,
...extremely delusional,
Caught up in an illusion of hope,
A hope which becomes worse than dope,
Impotent clouds without rain hang around your head,
In a haze which blurs the path you tread,
Stop smoking that weed of extramarital adulterous lust,
For it comes with a heavy cost.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Watch it!

Watch it!

Fragile beyond compare,
With a concrete delicacy,
Which quickly eludes us,
Hanging from a strand,
As strong as the threads on a spider's web,
Watch it,
Live life to the full,
Don't be a fool,
The next second does not belong to you.


© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Courage and Passion.

Courage and Passion.

I make an entreating call to courage,
Make haste and supplant this rising rage,
Come on dear,
We must not run as fast as the deer,

Summon every courage you can find by grace,
Choking fear without leaving a single trace,
Fear of making the right choice,
Fear which robs the right voice,

Fear which fuels a rabid love for job,
Fear which leaves you with a secret sob,
Fear that commitment would rob career,
Even though pain from lack of commitment is very severe,

Give your passion wings,
Let the love bell ring,
Give your reason the reins,
Let the queen of love reign,

Together let's let courage,
Take us through every stage,
Let us not fear the future,
Let us mold the future,

It might be rough,
It might be tough,
But we only reach it when we try,
Daring still even when we cry,

That is how we cover ground,
Learning as we go around,
Mocking threatening torment,
Relishing the moment,

Shaking off fear's fetter,
Becoming very better,
Becoming pace setters,
Propelled by all our falters.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Perspective

Perspective

Coming in from warm summer days,
Today would not make me very gay,
I would have met today with a sorry whine,
But I want to meet today with a celebratory glass of wine,
Because I am coming in from the bitter cold winter nights,
This weather feels so very right,
It is like a taste of heaven,
The lesson from life to me is,
Depending on where you come from,
Your current circumstance can be your haven,
It is all about perspective.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

A better place!

hello everybody,
My heart is heavy this morning. A dear dear friend and brother just lost his daddy yesterday. Over the last couple of months, one friend or the other, one brother or sister has watched death descend, most times without warning, like a starving eagle and snatch with mind blowing precision one loved one or another, flying away with prey secured in its sinewy grip, across the chasm to eternity, to the great vast beyond. We lose on this side, eternity gains... and in a weird way death is a cruel teacher, reminding us with the rod of stinging loss, about the brevity of our days, the frailty of our lives, the wretchedness of our estate, the powerlessness of our being before that final breath at our nostrils; it reminds us above all that we must cherish one another NOW for the next second does not belong to us. Let us seize now and love one another - we do not have the luxury of waiting for the next moment, for we have no guarantee of it. Even as their departure strikes a painful melancholic chord, I can imagine these loved ones saying... I hope this encourages somebody. Jesus makes all the difference in a time like this.

A better place.

I lay down in the coffin,
My body lifeless like a muffin,
Slowly dragged in a hearse,
Pulled by a tender gentle horse,
Right around the bend,
To my earthly end,
To unite again with dust,
Every man and woman's inevitable must,
Though my mourners think it is a lifeless me they see,
I was long gone from that body to where the Savior I see,
Together with angels and loved ones before HIM we sing,
A place where even wasps and bees don't sting,
Take away the frown and wipe the tear on your face,
I am in a better place.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Something more beautiful.

Something more beautiful.

There is something more beautiful,
More beautiful than curves and contours,
Than valleys and mountains of body geography,

It is decency and modesty,
And integrity and honesty,
Truth and loyalty,
Rooted in an almighty God,

There is a reason why,
Even Marilyn Monroe,
Physically attractive beyond compare,
Went out with presidents,
Successful career,
Yet hooked her life to drugs,
A life she would later take away herself,
There is something beautiful,
Something more beautiful in deed!

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

*I added the last couple of lines to the original poem I wrote at the bequest of a dear brother and friend who thought it makes the poem read better and I agreed - his name is Nkwain, thanks bro :) :).

The agony of what ifs...

The agony of what ifs...
As I watched you walk down the the aisle,
In the country of that beautiful isle,
In a dress immaculate and white,
On the wings of love very light,
As the pastor began to comment,
What ifs began to torment,
What if we had worked out,
I would be spared this emotional work out,
What if you had said yes,
I would be spared this psychological mess,
What if I had pressed a little harder,
I would not have been your relationship warder,
What if...
What if...
What if...
You would be walking down this aisle to me,
I'll ask your husband,
How he got what I couldn't,
How he dared what I wouldn't,
Even though our relationship I will very much miss,
I wish you every marital bliss.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Tsunamis of love.

Tsunamis of love.

Love doesn't first ask why,
Unless why helps to answer the question,
How do I best meet the need,
Love finds the need,
And meets it,
Are you hungry?
If yes, love gives you some bread,
Is there cloth on your back,
If no, then your back shall be covered,
Are you thirsty,
If yes, love gives you a drink,
Have you been hugged and touched today,
If no, then love gives you some to last a while,
Love first meets a need,
A need for a prayer,
A need for warmth,
A need for a genuine smile,
A need for a friend and companionship,
A need for understanding,
A need for empathy,
A need for genuine compassion,
A need for joy,
A need for shelter,

Love never condemns,
Love never judges,
Love doesn't first ask why,
Except it informs the best way to meet the need,
The whys are secondary,
They will come later,
Why you are homeless,
Why you are hungry,
Why you are jobless,
Why you are a robber,
Why you are a delinquent,
Why you are a rapist,
Why you are corrupt,
Why you are a terrorist,
Why you are cold,
Why, why , why ...

Love asks and finds where the need is,
Then it meets it,
And this love,
Is stronger than a thousand tsunamis,
Love's creed is to meet the need,
How best?, is the primary question,
Every other thing is secondary,
And this tsumanis like all tsunamis,
Doesn't care about black or white, or pink or brown,
Doesn't care about rich or poor,
No matter who you are,
It will will blow you away just the same,
We all need it,
The worst of the worst crisis in the world,
Is a dearth of love,
A force so strong,
The best words diminish it,
So if everyone just looked around,
Found a need and met it,
It mustn't be anything big,
Even the smallest act of love is big,
It can save a suicidal life,
Something as big as,
Saying I love you,
And showing that you care,
By just being there,
If we all looked beyond ourselves,
And showed a little love,
What a world we would have,
Stop the finger pointing and the blaming,
Just love.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

No Mayflower.

No Mayflower.

We didn't came on mayflower,
We were greeted with no flowers,
Only approaching plantations,
In my mind terrible dislocating calculations,
Shackles every where,
On my mind and my body during this trip with no fare,
Clothed in the branded inferior 'second class'
Looking up to the master's superior 'first class',
No different from the oxen in the field,
Except for differences in physical build,
Yet in the cool of may,
During one of the sweltering days,
The superior master left the matrimonial bed,
Through the path only the inferior tread,
Dragging our sisters, our daughters and wives,
Oh the pain of knowing could wring to death a thousand male lives,
On the hay,
Under night time's mask,
And in the wee hours of the day,
Giving our females a sexual task,
Nine months later,
Comes proof of the folly of the matter,
Half white and half black?
It is just the color of the skin,
Claim to first class doesn't make it so,
We all have the same passions,
The same needs,
We all want to be happy,
Taking mine doesn't make yours more.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Reflections on Martin Luther King Jr., the Christian beyond the pulpit!

http://holyebony.blogspot.com/2011/01/martin-luther-king-jr-christian-beyond.html#more

Too late!

Too late!

Procrastination is in fact the thief of time,
Oh what agony rages in my mind,
One phone call too late,
A call that never was which knew too many dates,
One moment too late,
Now I'll never be able to tell you I love you mate,
I could have told you the last time,
I would have shown you the last time,
But cowardice got the better of me,
Fear became a fetter,
Convinced me I'll be able to next time,
But next time never came,

Oh the flame of agony burning in my soul,
I postponed the visit to your sick bed,
All the things I wanted to tell you,
Like how much you meant to me,
All the pleasant places I wanted to take you,
All the hurt I wanted to spare you,
All the things I wanted to share with you,
The silent agony of longing,
For one more smile,
One more hug,
One more touch,
Too late now, too late,
How can I make up for the missed opportunities,
Will you ever understand?

I may not be able to make the past right now,
But in your honor,
For my own good,
I am at war against procrastination,
It may take many battles to finally win,
I may not win in an instant,
But I vow today to try,
I promise to fight,
So the good I can do now I will do,
The call I can make now I will make,
The places I can go now I will go,
The 'I love you' I can say now I will say,

I am at war against keeping for tomorrow,
What I can do today,
Rest in peace my dear,
Rest in peace.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary