Category Archives: poetry

Monday Moments

Wake up to a bright new day,

A day filled with promises and enthusiasm,

Look higher than high,

Letting go of the moments of unjust;

Monday stares at you while you wrap yourself in the quest,

Tools picked out of the crumble,

Lo Monday here I come to conquer,

Goals set,

Action taken,

Motion in progress,

Achievements realized,

Victory is mine for the taking,

I AM A WINNER!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Frail Not Hail Nation

Peace derailed

from layer to layer

beneath the corrupt hawk lies

living flamboyantly

like there’s no tomorrow.

Laws bastardized

injustice to the poor

the pretentious snake looking for prey

the strong are growing frail

insecurity reigning, smiles fading.

 Follow not

the ways of the careless jug head

stand firm, wail until you are heard.

write, until the books are full

knock, until the doors are open.

Peace be recovered

Lawlessness redefined

Follow the path to a great nation.

The post is in response to the daily prompt. Frail.

 

The Storm Is Over Now

Storm raged my inner being

almost wrenched out my heart

with fierce agony, I walked down the streets

dogs barking at me

flies created settlement in my filthy hair

I staggered around dragging my feet

nowhere to go

while contemplating suicide

the lord appeared

he wiped away my tears

held me in his arms

fed me

clothed me

he  shamed the demons

and set me free

here I am today, the storm is over

I can see the light now as heaven has smiled down on me.

https://youtu.be/6Cg_A-zCkIE

 

I have always loved this song written and produced by R. Kelly, it was released back then in year 2000. Please enjoy it as much as I do. It’s a music that will take you back memory lane, ginger your spirit, revive your inner mind, set you on the motion path of inspiration to determination, to survive and succeed regardless of all obstacles.

Storms will always wither away, just if only we are patient and believe we will make it. We all go through storms, no one on this earth is an exception, the strong one will stand the test of time.

Everyone including me has a story to tell, the good, bad, ugly and stimulating ones. We shall have good stories to tell as we remain firm, strong and faithful for others to learn from it and also have hope to move on.

This post is in response to the one word prompt. Storm.

 

The Journey

I set out on a journey with high expectations.

I met tribulations, trials, rage, stampede,

I cried from pain,

I feared for my life,

I stumbled in shame,

I fell from being tired.

I said to myself,

I never knew the journey would be this tough.

 

Along my way, they appeared to me,

Knowledge,Wisdom, Understanding,

Each one of them showed me the light,

They said to me successful people are not gifted;

They just work hard,

Then succeed on purpose,

Never give up.

 

I rose up unsure of what awaited me,

I moved on with determination,

But cried out in confusion,

Can a journey be this far?

Can a journey be this tough?

Can I survive this journey?

Can I stand the test of time?

Why so much thunderstorms?

Why is the road so rough and narrow?

 

I dried my tears never giving up.

I  continued with the journey,

I walked with bold steps.

I brought out the sword with the words,

Which I had long forgotten,

And it said to me;

Trust in the Lord on your long journey.

Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord,

And whose hope the Lord is-Jeremiah 17:7

 

There was a rough tousle of wind,

And I heard,

Trust in the Lord with all your heart,

And do not rely on your own understanding.

Acknowledge him in all your ways,

And he will make your paths straight- Proverbs 3:5-6.

 

I have journeyed far,

The journey has turned me into a success story.

A journey everyday that has unfolded passionate discoveries.

 

This post is in response to the one word prompt. Journey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shattered Glass

My heart,

Transparent like a glass,

See through my innocent soul.

Trying to pave through my heart?

Tender as it is?

Do you not see?

that mounting on my heart,

shatters me,

to bits and pieces too tiny,

cannot be put back into shape.

Can be shaped back together?

How?

Will it be the same again?

Same way it was before?

Or stronger?

Like starting all over again?

Why then treat heart that way?

When all you have to do,

is to tread with care,

not break heart into pieces,

care for heart as you care for your life.

This post is in response to one word prompt. Glass.