I KNOW A LADY

I know of a lady; a lady of good virtue
A wonderful being; a beholder of pure class
Whose smile defies reality
Whose laughter springs with absolute joy.
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I know a beauteous lady from Ekiti
Whose eyes are the stars of a feeble soul
Eyes that shines and mitigates hurts
A beauty not justified by the ink of my pen.
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I know of an angel; a lover of words,
Whose insight humbles kings from their thrones
Whose lips are poetically seasoned with kind words
Whose heart is the template of a humble soul.
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I have seen through her eyes
I have witnessed the purity in her soul
Through the calmness of her unspoken words
I have tasted the serenity of her ambiance.
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I know of a royal breed
Whose walk impels dead heart to one last beat
Whose eyes are the windows
Of goodness that springs from her 4 comfort chambers.
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As a sheen in the domain of royalties,
As black keys of the piano in seas of white
The earth adores her existence among beauties
Coronated as a queen amongs cherubs on white.
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If the earth could rotate around her radiance
If the very heaven could humble themselves before her
On the moons palms carves her excellence
The voices of angels will forever echoes her name.
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I know of a true African lady
A lady with the norms and values of goodness
I know her; how can I forget her?
I know her; she is FOLAKEMI

JUST A PEN

I am just a pen in Gods Holy palm
Swaying graciously down the pact of His will
His the words I write; am just the vessel
Cutting through the forest of the unseen world

I am just as invisible as the wind
He's my direction; my speed of impact
You my Lord,are the cause of my movement
Who am I to resist your hallowed calling?

I am just a pen not a gun
I write to give hope not to kill dreams
To proliferate healing words
to the needy who beckons for a cure

Am a pen pregnant with sacred words
Am called for a purposeful journey
To clear thick forest of hopelessness
With His words as my lyrics of bulldozer

I bring my words filled with hopeful lyrics
To those famished in heart to be fed with hope
To those who gave up their sword to life's battle

Come to me my dearest friends; come hear my lyrics
I am armed with sweet words not inflated promises
My words are the bricks of hope
You can build your dreams with

Come bask in the warmth of my lyrics
Let it sink down to the core of your troubled heart
Let it wet your garden of doubt and insecurity
It's all the verbal therapy you need

I am just a pen; nothing more than a pen
I have no life of fantasy; no speciality
But my body is endowed with wisdom
That can last you for a life time when follow.

AM JUST A PEN

I am just a pen in your palm
Flowing effortlessly to impact,
You are the brain to retain my words;
For everything I say may not come back
To me again when I become empty.
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I am just a liquid as formless as water,
You are the cause of my movement.
We can create a smooth journey that
Can last a life time if we can move
Faster in learning hand to hand in between.
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I am just a pen not a machine,
I am not seen in a troubled palm.
I am the colours of freedom quest,
The mainstream of your future.
Treat me well and we shall work together
Just like the two eyes fixed on a face.
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I am a woman pregnant with words,
Abide in me as the true vane and I in you.
I will register your deeds in the book of history
Though men forge unequal knives,
I will make their knives die hungry deaths
In the slum of pity and sorrow.
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Come to me my dearest friend,
Let's write friendship together in the
Western sky bidding farewell to the traditions.
I am armed with sweet words not inflated promises.
I am just a pen building schools and hospitals,
Clearing forest of ignorance and shames.
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I bring water to the thirsty and food
To those famished in heart to be fed,
I've opened a bank up in the sky to save
Those who are lost like cricket in August rain.
I am just a rain flowing down west,
Modernity is the coven of my royalty.
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I am just a pen and you are the brain box,
I have no car and lorries to pledge to you
But my body is endowed with wisdom
That can last you for a life time when follow.
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(C) John Chizoba Vincent

CHUKWU OKIKE

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky.
And sprangled heaven's; a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
The unwearied sun from day to day,
Does His creators power display.
And publishes to every land,
The works of an almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale.
And nightly to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth.
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn.
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What thought in solemn silence all,
Move round the dark terrestrial ball.
What though nor real voice nor sound,
Amid their radiant orbs be found.
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice.
For ever singing as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.