Shame of my game!

Shame of my game!

Now that you caught me in my own game,
I accept I have brought you shame,
Really the shame is mine,
I pray this will be the last time,
I took you for granted,
Now my reward is granted,
Nothing said or done can change the past,
I want to make sure the pain in your heart doesn't last,
I refuse to believe things will never be the same,
I know the best excuse is very lame,
You married a man with imperfections,
Even as he makes genuine efforts towards perfections,
I might look all sleek, strong and invincible,
But beneath that veil lies the vincible,
I am not a mistake,
But I make mistakes,
Don't throw the baby with the bath water,
This is not the time to scatter,
It is a moment to gather,
Gather the very best of you,
Help me with your strengths,
I'll help you with mine,
We can help each other,
Become that better person we want to see,
Lets commit to do whatever it takes,
In stead of mar let us choose to make,
Exercise patience as we sharpen a conscience,
Change doesn't happen by wave of a magic wand!

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Martin Luther King Jr.

Martin Luther King Jr.

I salute your memory kind sir,
A far from perfect man,
Who taught us that even with our imperfections,
We can successfully rally against humanity's greatest foes,
You taught us that might is not to suppress and repress the weak,
But to protect and uplift them,
You taught us that our gifts and talents are not to impress the world,
But to serve a fellow man,
You despised your tender age,
Trusting God to make up for the lack in your scanty years,
You rode Christian living on the wheels of reality,
You resisted the strong and almost justifiable urge to violence,
With a ceaseless strong surge of peace,
You fought your wars with arrows of poetry,
Shot from a bow of an indefatigable unquenchable love,
You refused to let doubts have the better of you,
You suffocated cowardice,
Cowardice which makes a man cow in the face of mindless intimidation,
Even death threats could not deter,
You endured the pain and humiliation of jail cells,
You hoped even when no changing circumstance pointed to hope,
Time after time you rose to the majestic heights of unyielding faith,
Stubborn determination to succeed,
Success meant the aim, method and end had to be right,
For peace and justice you paid the ultimate price,
The laying of a life on the altar of sacrifice,
A selflessness which partially paid for the prize my generation has received,
Even though we receive it in unfinished installments,
One which makes it possible for every child,
Regardless of the color of their skin,
To rise to the summit of their fullest potential,
The wagon of racial equality and common humanity is yet to finish its journey,
But it has come a long way,
You can make your smile a little broader in your grave,
The work is on...

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

A thought is born.

A thought is born.

Conceived in the mind,
Nurtured by the careful,
Yet careless hand of time,
An almost timeless gestation,
Long hours of labour,
In the maternity of the mind,
Delivered by the dexterous midwifery,
Of quiet meditation,
Born ready to run,
Fugitive creature,
Failure to catch at birth,
Could mean permanent loss,
Of a precious child of thought.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Special...

Special!

Let everyday and every moment be special,
Every day, every moment might be the last,
So get the special sheets out,
That special china,
Light those special candles,
Make that special meal,
Have that special chat,
Write that special poem,
Read that special book,
Make that special call,
Pray that special prayer,
Do the special things now,
If you wait for tomorrow for the date,
The next moment might be too late.

© 2010 Afeseh Ngwa Hilary

2010

2010

Grand portal into the second decade,
Exit from the first,
Of the twenty first century,
As time morphs into eternity,
Like a phoenix,
2009 mocks death,
Morphing into 2010,
In a slow and concrete passing of time.

The storms of this moribund year,
Brace me for the challenges of the coming one,
The mightiest falls give meaning to the smallest rise,
Those moments lived at the fringes of high risk,
The memories of those enduring seconds one yard from peril,
Spice and sweeten the joys of victories big and small,
In this new year,
May defeat be as good a stepping stone as victory,
Treat both impostors just the same,
May we be boldly daring,
Enjoy the adventure,
Despise the pain,
Learn the lessons,
Leave the past behind,
The hurt and the pain,
The regrets and ifs,
Be determined to savor every second,
Making it count,

And this new year,
May we give give give a little more,
A little more of ourselves every time,
That is the surest way to be a little better,
Reach out to the promise of 2010,
Every next second a brighter beacon beckons,
Even when raging dark clouds invade the sky,
May this be your best year yet,
Thank your 2009,
Big warm embrace 2010,
Let the exciting adventure begin,
Or go onnnnnn...
Happy New Year...

© 2009 Afeseh Ngwa Hilary

Christmas - reason or treason!

Christmas - reason or treason!

True they say Christ is the reason,
Reason for the season,
Saying doesn't make it so,
For many treason is the reason,
Treason in Christ's kingdom,
It is a time for sharing,
Not one to be lost in materialism,
It is a time for caring,
It is a time for loving,
A time when we remember how the creator,
Became the created,
A time to celebrate the greatest gift of all,
Christ the King,
Who came like a babe in a manger,
Not swathed in gold,
Not attended by servants,
The humblest King of all,
A fulfillment of prophecy,
Some of the first steps,
Towards the redemption of wretched man,
A drama acted from the blueprint of the Master,
First scenes on a stage fit for calves,
His humility took away nothing from his greatness,
His birth in a manger failed to diminish his omnipotence,
His omniscience,
His omnipresence,
His humanity did not affect His deity,
Now this is personal,
He is my King :-)

© 2009 Afeseh ngwa hilary.

Cold sunrise

This morning I saw the sun rise in glorious majesty,
cutting through a thick blanket of cold air,
like a new pair of scissors...
I saw its shine of golden rays,
ricochet off a spotlessly white carpet of snow,
spewed from the bowels of the skies some days before...
an almost blinding flash of glory...
art at its best by nature itself...
I am in awe of you Lord...
You strum a beautiful melody with my heart strings,
You put a praise on my lips.

© 2009 afeseh ngwa hilary