Category: Poetry
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Joseph
Though a solitary wanderer lost in foreign landsYet stayed true to the culture of my native homeThe blessings of my father were far much greaterThan amazing bounties found in everlasting hillsEminent among brothers, a prince among sonsHumbled by circumstances; loved by my fatherI found unusual favour with my Father above…
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Pain
In the throes of pain, Nothing else matters more Than the irresistible allure Of good ol’ sweet relief. “Make it go away; make it Stop and never start again” You scream in agony. Your words turn to gibberish As the universe fades away Surely would pay any price To loose…
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Rest (A Short Poem)
While older men are looking befuddled Little boys are playing with puddles The irony of humanity; ever under siege From desires that put our wisdom to test Sorrow grows with age and knowledge As people fail in the struggle to find rest Rest, my soul, in the eternal God alone.
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To The Immortal One
To the Immortal One Who dwells in light unapproachable We bring our praise To the Invisible One Whose throne is founded on justice and righteousness We lift our hearts To the Unchangeable One Before whom darkness is plain as light We raise our hands To the Blameless One Whose holy…
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Kindness
It is the first time in years That we have a place to shelter Show us some mercy Do not expose our fears To those people who despise us Pray, look upon our faces And be merciful to us Our journeys have been hard In the many places we…
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Endurance
Face down, body still, unsure what is next. Until the kneading slowly begins. And the pains flash in and out. It is bitter-sweet. You know you need it; you are sure you want it. But in the heat of the moment, you are undecided how you feel about it. Beaten…
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The Price
No more wordsCan be spoken.Power changed handsWhen MammonMoved from one to anotherAnd virtue’s roaringWas silencedWhile greed quietlyPrevailed as conscienceWas put to sleep.Tears arrive lateAs the long arms ofOf WickednessWreak untold havoc.The lambs can now be slainIn quietness:The price has been paid Toyin Taiwo, August 2020
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Peter’s Witness
The voice came gently; a whisper in the windA miracle-working teacher called out to meI wonder if He knew how much I had sinnedSo I told him, “Lord, please go away from me”

