Where will we go?
Cries the gods
When our priests go
In many folds like cords
...
Your voice so tender steeple sweet
Appease your offering to my ears
And pinch my heart in ripple grace
To offer me a double times
...
Such sweet taste
Of anguish recall
Our suicide martyrs
Led by a jungle lion
...
My life measures
All many voluminous volumes
Plenty things and things
Yet how is the worth solving?
...
subtle flow
of liquid block for build
is done meticulously
with mouth and ear
...
Corrective impression display
attitudinal sacrilege cleansing
facial, emotive regret evidence
a good way to cleanse bad
...
Why all these rush?
For time like feaces and flush
To the presence
Of God; The essence
...
My big happy crave
For the hope he gave
To feed me till
As i simple sit, fill
...
Lord i come in desperate plea
To take our cross and never do flee
Renouncing all of my worlds glee
Ev'n when my life is one such spree
...
The time will come and now it is
Dispose your fear, the feet you kiss
Perform the ritual to progress
This is advancement, your success
...
so the candle burns lightening the room
and giving heat like two bodies touching at noon
i will sit and wait till the time is set
and ripe for me to stick my neck and bet
...
life life oh God given life
you and me given without strife
i'll say life comes from life
if i lie read science, religion about life
...
Who watched me in bed cradle
and when life brought storm, made good use paddle
and fought with gods to make me live
with hope watered me tree even i hadn't leaf
...
Tiny droplets of water pouring, falling
at before evening; hear thd clouds calling
the sky dark, breeze, swift wind
as the leaves try to form wedge wind
...
born of sir inspector and lady evang john ogbonna nwankwoala of etche l.g.a of rivers state in nigeria a student of the imo state university aka evans enwerem university)
My Joy
Where will we go?
Cries the gods
When our priests go
In many folds like cords
But my joy is that
He whose action; does that
Is cannot be seen as good,
Will not be paid good
And in pain
Will have to pay cry; rain
Like a lame lion
Chased with an iron
Now that christ the lord
Has revoked; taken their power cord
To set we people free
From all our infirmity; demon spree
And this is my joy