Honour lies at the sacred path of true integrity
Though the narrow road graced with layers of humility
In it you find honesty and truth
An axiomatic definition of true self worth.
Honour lies at the pinnacle of all good work
That which no man sees and mock
In it true dignity is found
all virtues in it are bound.
Honour grace the home built in love
A gift of the heaven above
In it there is divine serenity
A compelling element of human Chastity.
Honour is a product of sacrifice and selflessness
That upholds true strength amidst weaknesses
A Taste of honour is a taste of fulfilment
Inside it you will find contentment.
Honour holds the pillars of a fulfilled life
A sweet melody that sings on even in the afterlife
A garment sown with honour radiated true respect
wear it and you find happiness in all life's aspect.
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Friday, October 28, 2016
FOREVER CONNECTED
Every moment we spent together,
Has touched our lives, our souls forever.
The things that we shared and learned,
Is permanent growth that we've earned.
The person that I have grown into today,
Did not get there by chance, no way.
I am who I am partly because of you,
And you are YOU because of me, too.
The changes I see and what I have learned about me.
are a response to how we affected our lives,
and what we discover in each others eyes.
It is uncertain if we have to part or one day live together,
Either way, we have touched our lives forever!.
No matter what the future will show,
No matter what we are told.
We are connected on such a deep levels,
That no one can remove that, not even the devil.
Our feelings might be different years from now,
But you are part of me forever somehow.
A part of me will always be you,
and a part of you will always be me.
no matter what happens, that much is certain,
our souls are one until life closes the curtain.
I will love your forever,
For worse or for better.
You are tattooed in my heart,
And nothing can tear our souls apart.
I will never forget you,
For my love is honest and true.
Has touched our lives, our souls forever.
The things that we shared and learned,
Is permanent growth that we've earned.
The person that I have grown into today,
Did not get there by chance, no way.
I am who I am partly because of you,
And you are YOU because of me, too.
The changes I see and what I have learned about me.
are a response to how we affected our lives,
and what we discover in each others eyes.
It is uncertain if we have to part or one day live together,
Either way, we have touched our lives forever!.
No matter what the future will show,
No matter what we are told.
We are connected on such a deep levels,
That no one can remove that, not even the devil.
Our feelings might be different years from now,
But you are part of me forever somehow.
A part of me will always be you,
and a part of you will always be me.
no matter what happens, that much is certain,
our souls are one until life closes the curtain.
I will love your forever,
For worse or for better.
You are tattooed in my heart,
And nothing can tear our souls apart.
I will never forget you,
For my love is honest and true.
ALONE IN THE DARK
Alone in the darkness; inside a broken heart,
Sitting on the throne of pain; a remaining particle of a broken soul,
My wound is love; it has once been my anchorage and my port of will in this abstruse world,
My pen is bleeding dark ink; feebly searching for emotional resilience,
maps of tears stain searching for pathway to the island of bliss,
What else but Love; the reason for my pain; the reason for the scar of misery I bear,
The anguish and despair masking these emotional challenges I raced,
the torment of the soul i enrage and shadows of the abyss that follow me to every place,
if you could understand the language of my heart,
the silent screams; the violent dreams echoing beneath the pit of my fragile mind,
Concealing the lingering shiver of hurts with fake smiles,
Trying to forget the lies and how deep fake love hurts,
Exhausting my emotional strength fighting this sting of pain,
The pain that cannot be expressed in words but crying,
Sitting in the darkness; tears flowing from my eyes like streams,
Cursing the heartless; for ruining my life and killing my dreams,
Questioning myself if it was possible for my heart to be fixed and repaired?
The shadow on the wall with fear instilled and despairs,
Sitting in the darkness with no hope remaining,
With nothing but a broken heart in the wish that life would replace it.
Sitting on the throne of pain; a remaining particle of a broken soul,
My wound is love; it has once been my anchorage and my port of will in this abstruse world,
My pen is bleeding dark ink; feebly searching for emotional resilience,
maps of tears stain searching for pathway to the island of bliss,
What else but Love; the reason for my pain; the reason for the scar of misery I bear,
The anguish and despair masking these emotional challenges I raced,
the torment of the soul i enrage and shadows of the abyss that follow me to every place,
if you could understand the language of my heart,
the silent screams; the violent dreams echoing beneath the pit of my fragile mind,
Concealing the lingering shiver of hurts with fake smiles,
Trying to forget the lies and how deep fake love hurts,
Exhausting my emotional strength fighting this sting of pain,
The pain that cannot be expressed in words but crying,
Sitting in the darkness; tears flowing from my eyes like streams,
Cursing the heartless; for ruining my life and killing my dreams,
Questioning myself if it was possible for my heart to be fixed and repaired?
The shadow on the wall with fear instilled and despairs,
Sitting in the darkness with no hope remaining,
With nothing but a broken heart in the wish that life would replace it.
Friday, October 21, 2016
MISS UNIVERSE
There you are distinguished amongst the rest,
As the clarity of nature once again is manifest.
Through layers of warmth I see beyond your smile,
The volition and intellectual acuity of your classy style.
That Attributes the definition of a perfect woman,
A woman whose strengthen the weakness of any man.
The analogy that yield to your beauty within,
Attempt to analytically describe how elegant you are before they even begin.
The universe's beauty could be seen through your eye,
Beyond the glory of the earth and adventure of time.
If the magic of smiles are real?
then yours gat the charming power to entrail.
The rhythm of life is shown at your gracious movement,
Like the serenity of the ocean in absolute wonderment.
You are the life that sprouts in spring,
And at your human capacity lies all the joy that life brings.
You are the song the nightingale sing,
The melody on the harps of angel string.
You are the poem my pen long to write,
With you my human wrongs are made right.
You are a fine line of words that defines human beauty,
So fragile it seem but yet so pretty.
You are the wind that grace my meadows,
Of thought and lights up my weary shadows.
You are the sun after my darkest night,
That lights up everything in sight.
Of life you are much of a mirth,
As if the joy that welcomes birth.
You are a beauty personified in earth,
A locke of immeasurable worth.
A wonderful mystery that need not to be solve,
An aura of perfection made from heaven above.
If I had a choice I will choose you over air,
For air can't be compare to you that can't be found elsewhere.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
LIFE OF NO REGRET
For all the steps that were never taken
Moments that were never made
Dreams yet to be awaken
Memories that will never fade.
Actions that went awfully wrong
Prayers that were never answered
Betrayer that made me strong
Questions left unanswered.
Friends that turned foes
Enemies that moves to the circle of brotherhood
People that stepped on my toes
Friends made from the neighbourhood.
Lessons that were learnt
Love that find it way to my heart
Emotional fight that got my heart burnt
Hate that almost tore me apart.
Words that were left unsaid
Lives that were never touched
All the tears that were shed
Heart that were left untouched.
The eternal silence that got broken
Challenges that got my knees to the ground
The dooms that gave no token
Circumstances that turned my life around.
Decisions that were made right
Waves of emotion that lasted for a while
The darkness that turned into light
Funny moments that made me smile.
Weaknesses that turned into strength
Fears that turned into faith
Choices that went arms length
The restless and eager wraith.
The sorrows that turned into happiness
Tears that turned into laughter
The joy that drove away sadness
My life in a whole new chapter.
My entire world that still lies ahead
Inspite of all the wrongs and threat
I will go on living my life instead
Cos My life is that of no regret.
Sunday, October 9, 2016
BENEATH YOUR BEAUTIFUL
The sunshine of my world
A lady that pierce my darkest night
Penetrating through the deepest part of my heart
Finding the glory of the future.
The glory of the morning
With her magnificent smile radiating the atmosphere
like the rose flower that blossom my world
beautifying the garden of my heart.
A beacon of light
That lights every of my darken path
With a shining torch of care
Tampered with unfailing kindness.
An heritage of a true african woman
With true beauty far from explanation
A womb of divine maternity
That bears my unborn angels.
The framework of angelic beauty
That defines every good sense of a perfect lady
With a good character
And self determined spirit.
The shelter of true love
a liniment to my bruise heart
That makes life worth living
And the same time worth dying for.
A bundle of peace
That takes me through the corridors of heaven
a great measure of unending happiness
That inspires the poetry of my heart.
The breath that fills my lungs
and the heartbeat of my heart
The missing puzzle of my world
And the jewel of my life.
Just can describe you enough
But one thing I know for sure
You are the sunshine to my world
And that life will not be complete without you.
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
A TALE TO TELL MY MOTHER
(C) Co written by John Vincent and Oguh stanley
She is the beauty of the day
Her smile opens the noon
Her laughter brightens the night.
She is the first beauty that bestowed my eyes
Her warm smile greeted my face in first sight
Her eyes are the spectre of bliss.
When she laughs, the world cum
Her face has the rainbow' colours
I will write my name on her temple.
Her smile is the stillness of life rage
A calm ambience of warming tenderness
Calm enough to hear the whispers of angels.
She is the verses of poetry on my lips
Edifying humans future through purity
She is love to whom love is love to.
Her tongue is the seas and the oceans of truth
The golden cherubem clothed in holiness
A juicy saint created beyond description.
Her heart as immaculate as the white horses of the sky
A cushion of love that house me till eternity calls
She hold the key to the inner court of me.
She is the beauty of the day I was born
She a mother, a teacher; and a mediator
Standing between me and my chi above.
If you see mother at the market square
Tell her that her son is writing a letter;
A letter that will change her life forever.
If you come face to face with her
Tell her she is a demi-god
Adored In the eyes of her son.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
OUR NATION, OUR HONOUR
Soft memory fades away the feeling of yesterday
Soft memories; giving life to an ordinary page
As I remember, voices of our first fathers;
Here is our nation, as bright as embers.
It started as a mere wishful burn of folly,
And now it's turned a real mirthful story.
With cultures sprang forth by different mothers,
Still, we remained kinsmen of a single father.
Just then, pity cried its tears to dry
And he said when the curious one asked him why.
The keys to the paradise we were granted,
In the decades past, what have we planted?
That we have planted languor, watered with cries
Of 'holy wars' against fuel-ditching lies.
The dreams of our heroes past,
withering; in dire need of chloroplast.
But a new life has honored, fellows, rejoice!
The nation repents its past in one voice!
A light inside a century poem
Emitting hope, change is its totem.
Chanting that my strength is my nation,
Believe that soon comes reformation
Casting in green and white a blinding ray
Humming a tune, singing its praise:
The land of growth, milk and honey.
Emblem of hope, peace In making!
Of beautiful land endowed with natural resources
And powerful men- horses on different race courses.
You are the paradise, a well done meadow,
Let's not erode it, make it not a widow.
For if not for you I might be sourceless,
In your unity, I find not myself honorless.
Our home might now be falling and crumbling,
But hope didn't find great ones as flourishing.
O mother honour of this great universe,
Bless your children chanting one right verse.
Giant of Africa, citizens of the green nation!
Let us today celebrate and dance in jubilation.
And in celebration we sure should meditate,
So that the erroneous lot might calibrate.
With this day, at fifty-six friend,
We shall expunge from us all hex.
Mountains staggering with ugly loops,
And art sewn with hate broods.
For together we can move the tallest mountains,
And fill this nation with love from flowing fountains.
© ISWOT POETS
* Halal Writers
Independence, 2016
Monday, October 3, 2016
LOVE IS THEIR OXYGEN
He floats high in the darkness of outer space.
While she swims beneath the waves of the sea.
They both come from a different place.
Complete opposites but their hearts do agree.
She shows him the depths of the sea of her love.
His love is adventurous and can take her to mars.
When they touch their hearts fit like a glove.
A love so true it's written in the stars.
He cruises the atmosphere in a spaceship with a suicide door.
He orbits her heart, he's drawn to her beauty that fills him with love.
She goes with the flow of the waves, with feet planted on the sea floor.
She swims in the blue of his eyes, as he stares down from the galaxy above.
He's up in the stars, but swims in her mind.
She's so down to earth, but his love takes her high.
Though from different worlds, their hearts are intertwined.
Love is their oxygen, without it's touch they would die.
~S.R.Chappell (c) 2016
Saturday, October 1, 2016
BEAUTIFUL MYSTERY
Do we record our endless thoughts that we think when we wake,
On the bases of reality of life that gives and take.
Do we remember how the hurt felt; the pain of misery struck,
how the joy of forgiveness erase and endless smile stuck.
Do you remember how the tears of hurt drips with so much hoarse,
And how the past is forgotten full of remorse.
Do we recognise the hug that hurts and how heartbreak feels,
The friendly hand that makes and how true love heals.
Do we recall how test and challenges of life breaks us,
And how our strive to overcome makes us.
Do we reminisce how the cost of betrayal was a cheap bargain,
And how we learn to move on and to build trust again.
Do we remember how finding true love was so rare,
And how faith and trust erase every atom of our fear.
Do we remember how hatred creeps; the world roves in greed,
And how true care stood as we sang the rhyme of love in a creed.
Do we remember the obnoxious past; the wrong turns and harsh choice,
And how we live to learn and speak with the right voice.
Do we remember the road not taken; the choice not made,
And how we finally understood that life is a beauty that will never fade.
Do we recall the intriguing fear of death; the shadow it looms with,
And how hope of heaven was the life in us; the spectrum of miracle it shines with.
Do we now know not to forget life is a beautiful mystery our minds can never understand,
And how gospel of its gift of abyss and bliss intertwined.
A LONG WALK TO REDEMPTION
They say the last thing to leave a man is hope,
As he gets to the end of his struggling rope.
His faith and believe gets to evaporates into the thin air,
As he is faced with day time nightmare.
Every beat from his troubling heart, Becomes a life line to his world that is torn apart.
Living to him has no reason,
As life passes with every season.
His tears washing away all his unbearable pains,
As he labours day and night in vain.
Misery is the only available food to his soul,
Frustration and sadness forms together to make it whole.
In his world hate is a language that is always heard,
And love is a word that is never said.
Condemnation staring in his face like an imminent doom,
As the rain of destruction looms.
Death is not far from his doorstep,
As fate numbers his footstep.
Every of his hours, days, months and year,
Is being lived in optimum fear.
The taste of anguish swifting down his throat,
As he sails through the storm of life in an empty boat.
Nothing on earth is at it seem,
As he walks through the land of his broken dreams.
Stuck in the middle of nowhere,
With no family or friend to care.
His desire for good is the only thing keeping him going,
The strive for survival keeping him rolling.
The will to swim through life misery ocean,
Without the dent or alteration of his human emotion.
Drawing a line between wickedness and good intention,
Seeking a peaceful path to human salvation.
A path that will unite his past and future,
All his pains and gains in a perfect mixture.
To be able to build trust and to hope again,
For better days ahead like a life in a moving train.
To crawl out of the tunnel of temptation,
Taking a long walk to his redemption.
SOUR BLISS
If I had only known you'd give just one thing to me; torrent of pain,
Not the sweet promises; not the nuptial vows but my tears as rain.
You promised you would cherish me until we both grew old,
The only vows you took to heart was "To Have" and "To Hold".
"To Have" me? I'm a prisoner; an object to your frustration and your hard bent will,
"To Hold" me? Yes; your look of disgust towards me only hold up to quantify the hatred you feel.
The hardest to bear isn't the countless emotional wounds nor the rain of slaps and the shove,
nor your act of tyranny; the sting of your hurting words; like a black velvet glove.
But scars all around my fragile heart as a result of being your bride,
As a result of being a woman; a broken woman who you crush her dignity and pride.
through countless of nights I fed from your fist; drinking from your well of serene madness,
to the morning where your palms does the paintings on my face; wiping away my make-up of happiness.
If only I could tell my story; if only you could taste the sour taste of bliss in my tears,
If only you would have a view into my secret hell; my world blazing with fears.
If only you would realise am your wife; your better half and not an object of your hate,
Not a black hole to fill your anger but your life parthner and your soulmate.
If only you would come to understand me; if only you would realise this,
My husband; we would not only live in peace but in absolute bliss.
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