Still

Eternity is worthwhile
Cos your beauty is timeless
Ageless smiles
Captured in a moment
My mind can't comprehend
The end of how it began
Hold it right there
While I soak it in
Frame by frame
Pixel by Pixel
Hold it...
Cut me lose
No.
I don't wanna leave
Staying.
Lost Forever.
With You.
In this moment.


[Inspired by the Timeless Beauty of Venice, a city I miss so much]

The Beautiful City of Venice [Image Credit]

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One-Five-Three

We will light the candles this time
in memory of our fallen heroes
no play of words as we express our grief
once again we mourn silently.

The morning we woke up to a northern blast
thinking how long would this last
in the evening we would regret so fast
what remains of the labours of heroes past?

light the candles from east to west
hold your peace from north to south
remains of our pride we defend in a continual quest
no tears, no fears, deep silence cries out

green white green flown at half-mast
the news we watched in utter shock and awe
events unfolding as confusion loomed
what still remains of the labours of heroes past?

loving memories of one-five-three
we reminisce each moment of time thus spent
living and loving like today was the last
for what we do in life echoes in eternity

One more time we will light the candles
this time we would hold our heads high
one last time, we will rise in honour
In loving memories of one-five-three

One, depicting the way our motherland should be
Five, representing the grace our Father thus gives
Three, the day in June that shook us to our knees
One-Five-Three, may their gentle souls rest in peace.

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Our Conductor

What makes me tick?
out of what would I pick
What makes me sick?
like gum would the thoughts stick

Strings of the heart, a tune of broken chords,
Searching for a song among broken records,
rising symphony of the wind's harsh wheezing
falling hopes of the audience increasing

We sat and watched at the empty conductor's stand
wondering if he respected our time or even his band
we predicted who he'd be, well, at least a touch of class
our conductor we had never seen, as time did pass

Suddenly! Lights flash, still hall, a great presence
Faint sounds of the cello welcomed Him with reverence
three sessions and three later, the tunes began to make sense
"You have my mind and I live in you", thats all he said hence

Not all in the hall enjoyed the nice chimes
Not all were in the hall in those beautiful times
just like His tales of many centuries foretold
to be like him seemed like an ambition hard to withhold

Two milleniums later, I'm here in the same hall
Staring at the empty conductor's seat with same appaul
Suddenly! Lights flash and the I hear a still small voice,
"Don't wait for Him, He lives in you", with all clarity and poise  

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Truly Love

You give as you can afford,
I smile when I can,
We pay our taxes,
they obey the rules.

What exactly is this thing?
so small yet humbles the mighty,
so great yet touches even the smallest of things,
and so vague, you just forgot the meaning.

Is it hugging that loved one,
or missing a lost relative?
Is it forgiving a grudge,
or kissing an old friend?

I ask myself and I ask you too,
so complex you almost forgot its letters,
so simple it's true meaning eludes your conscious,
what exactly is this thing?

Love is patient but he has to shut her up this time
Love is kind but the dirty beggar shouldn't have touched my hand
Love is not boastful but she's way below his league
Love overlooks wrongs but this one is exceptional

I could tell you I knew all about love and you'd criticize
I could tell you I knew nothing bout it and you'd condescend
What truly is Love?

I tell you a truth that's hard to break,
Love is trying to be like a man you never saw.
Love is that same man choosing to die for someone he hasn't even met - you.

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Complete the Poem Competition

So this was inspired by a post I saw on the Toolsman's blog and I decided to introduce it as the basis for the Blog Anniversary Give-Away.

These are the rules:

1. You must be a follower on the Homepage
2. Compose your own 4-verse stanza in-line with the theme of the 2 stanzas of the poem below.(Only one stanza allowed per person). i.e. only 4 lines of poem allowed per individual.
3. Drop your composed poem in the comments below
4. Spread the word. Winners will get an ordered copy of any of Myne Whitman's book listed below + A free exclusive Blog Design for a Non-blogger.
5. One of the books to be won are 'A Heart To Mend' or 'A Love Rekindled', both by Myne Whitman

Now here are my 2 stanzas...

Our heart in His hand, a fragile glass
His voice in your heart, an echoing verse
My thought in His head, a strange puzzle
the discernment of our minds, a constant tussle.

we are victors of war, never fought
reverie of ideas, never bought
we've dreamt enough, time's up
time for swift action, waking up

(Continue in the comments section, one stanza per person) Have fun!

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Romance Instructor by Oluwaseun Ogundolapo

This is a beautiful rendition by a talented word artist...Only @ moi frequency *wink*

(Feel free to leave your comments below)

I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine
She asked what was wrong, I said I was fine
With her two hands she brought me to a stand
What happened after wasn’t what I planned

I found myself in her arms
It looked as if I was caught by her charms
She held me tight and wasn’t going to let go
At that moment she forgot what was called ego

She felt my heart beating very fast
Like I was in a stage play, being the only cast
Suddenly, I noticed her mouth on my lips
And slowly she held my hands and placed it on her hips

Jesus I called but he didn't respond
And then I began to wonder if I was ever warned
The temple of the holy spirit was about to crash
But I was incapacitated to do a dash

My temperature started rising,
But to her, it wasn’t surprising,
She started kissing me like the world was going to end
I tried understanding why, but I couldn’t comprehend

Some milliseconds later everything started going wrong
As she began to sing a strange song,
At that point, I thought; I needed a doctor
And she suddenly became a romance instructor

"Don’t kiss me slowly, it’s my taboo"
"Hold me tight, feel my tattoo"
"Don’t touch me there, touch me here"
I started getting pissed, to be sincere.

I began resisting,
She continued persisting,
I was losing the battle against her wish,
My conscience was calling, but I was out of reach.

"God, let this cup pass over me please"
That was my prayer when she asked for another kiss
But this time, I was in total control of myself
She got angry and pushed me towards the shelf

I won the battle after all
I finally answered my conscience’s call
Those minutes with the romance instructor were really tough
But thank God, I knew when to say "I’ve had enough"

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Space by Somto S. Okeke

This is not the hole in my mind
Or the distance in my steps.
It has nothing to do with the gap in my thoughts,
Or the galaxies in their orbits.

SPACE

I am not talking about the pressing of bodies in the mall,
Or the sharing of smell in the elevator.
I sit in the bus, nodding my head to the beat of the music,
While my feet is disrespecting the floor.
I put my hand by the corner of the broken window,
And the old woman beside me looks at me like an intruder.
She just doesn’t get it; she wasn’t created to be alone
She wasn’t created to have her space, for her space is my space.


No need to ask  God for proof,
For the proof is right in front of us.
The air you inhaled is the one I exhaled,
The money you gave the alaye is the one he gave me as change,
And the thief you chased away is the one that robbed my aboki,
 You passed your exams, and I got the injection,
You failed your exams and the pothole burst my tyre.

‘You are invading my space’ I say to you
‘So why are you on my road?’ You ask me
It is a waste of time to fight for space,
For we have created everything that invades space,
And when God created Adam, HE always comes for a-visiting
The only thing spacious about space is the space they taught us in computer school.

There is nothing called space for we are in each other's face.

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Stormy Night

My heart state...heavy,
the weary loads...many,
trying hard to be good,

to the needy I gave food.

I'm stuck at crossroads,
Lord, on life's boat I row.

Now comes the storm on a cold windy night,
over-awing my little self, burden's never light,
rowing and paddling with all my might,
On a cold stormy windy black night.

Sobbing and crying and wailing like a child,
every passing second only got wild,
then I gave in to the wicked empty sea,
Do what you must...and please do it fast!

Just when I thought all hope was lost,
on life's stormy windy sea, forgot,
came a soft gentle voice amidst my thoughts,
saying with ease, "I won't mess with your will",
...all I'm saying is Peace Be Still."

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ODE TO A PARAMOUR

I could tell you I love you a million times,

And time would pass after a zillion chimes,

I could hold ur hands…look at you and smile,

And you would cherish the moment – really loving my style,

You’d feel good…and I’d be in a cool mood,

Like Robin…Oh Yeah! His surname’s Hood,

so my fair lady, all these will be sweeter,

If we play round love’s circumference – having God @ the center!

Composed by me                            

                                                                                   

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