I believe I shall succeed
I believe I shall be an inspiration
I believe my troubles are temporary
I believe I shall be rich
...
As the dawn comes
I remember what mama used to say
You are a man
Never you forget
...
One must not take love wrongly
A kiss may mean anything
Emotion gets physical in different ways
If planted on the head
...
Berna, Berna, Berna my sister-o!
Ayaya
Berna, Berna, Berna my sister-o!
Ayaya
...
I sit and think of you
Kenechukwu.
Last night I had a curious
Dream.
...
I sit and think of you
Kenechukwu.
Last night I had a curious
Dream.
...
My little brother,
I sympathize.
The hand across your nose,
The sniffs
...
America is the answer
To all of life's problems
America, the home of freedom
And self actualization.
...
Blunder of a father
Failure of a mother
Bad children
With bleak future
...
Beauty deserves praise;
If a gecko falls from a wall
Upon your face,
What can it mean -
...
On the day my father died
i should have been laughing
it was April fools
but the joke was too dear
...
Only love counts
Honesty may prove valuable
Build trust
Make me believe all you say
...
Dusk has arrived,
Cover for my game;
Vehemence is swifter,
It will be tonight.
...
A man should have respect
His case may not accord him that,
Nor his situation
Yet he must feel self worth.
...
What exactly is faith?
Faith is like talking first
And paying attention later;
You assert what you don't see
...
Feel me talk proud
Hear me talk loud
Of Africa, the black land
The Sahel and the sand
...
Rich and poor people
Have the same trouble
The former from overeating
The latter from swelting
...
This is a black country,
Many souls are black with the soil;
Their soles march the dust
But their hearts are even dustier.
...
Was born to a middle class family; became orphan in 1992; love to read and to pray - hope to be big someday.)
I Believe
I believe I shall succeed
I believe I shall be an inspiration
I believe my troubles are temporary
I believe I shall be rich
I believe I shall swell wide
I believe I shall take on the world
I believe I shall speak of wealth
I believe I shall carry sufferers along
I believe I shall show how I made it from nothing
I believe in God
I believe that he is taking me somewhere
I believe that the darkness of today gives way
I believe, I believe, I believe.
i think one may comment on himself - it is allowed in african tradition. if you read my poem 'in a hurry' you can see how i felt about my mother's death; but i have long come to apreciate the fact that life is not all about death. actually life is all about life!
A big thankyou, Samuel, and I agree - you have a beautiful talent for telling the truth, simple and direct. You may have noticed that this site has a 62% audience of Americans, as many fiercely anti-church as pro-church - so don't be surprised if you get some sharp comments - or no comments at all! But I look forward as you do, to reading your 'tomorrow' poems. Best wishes. On this site, you can never be an orphan...
Samuel is one of the most talented writers I have read on this site. He has such a wonderful way of putting things down. It is such a pleasure to read his poems. Janice M Pickett
I mean to say this: See how Sam beautifully marries the divine with the human: 'only the one who has experieced human love can authoritatively speak of a divine love', he seems to be saying.
See how Sam beautifully marries the divine with the human: 'only those who have truly loved' could possibly experience and live the love of God.
This poem seem to attempt the querry: why do people in love feel pain?
Now you've posted more poems here, Samuel - just to affirm what I said before: you have a beautiful honest direct writing, of course you should comment on your own life, and don't be put off by any lack of 'rating' or comment... you're 'somebody' already, not 'someday'!
It is a pity that my earlier comment had to be written twice. There was a spelling error in the first; I couldn't live with the thought of having published an error for the world to see without it's being corrected - don't call me finicky!
i think one may comment on himself - it is allowed in african tradition. if you read my poem 'in a hurry' you can see how i felt about my mother's death; but i have long come to appreciate the fact that life is not all about death. actually life is all about life!