THE VOICE OF THE POET

Were poets born to be belittled?
No!
Their voice were heard
At the first clash of a single sperm
Out of millions and an egg

Thoughts of imagery were placed in their minds
And words, put on their tongues
In their days of being foetus
Their souls burn with intense heat
Heat which tell the wonders of nature
Nature beautified by the One and Only Beautiful

At the sound of a poet
Nature's five senses are activated
As they prepare to respond
To those destined to praise and appreciate their work

People Of Exceptional Talents use a tip of
Their talents glued with
Thoughts of perfect imagery
And words of sharp double edged sword

To penetrate the body, soul and spirit
Causing an exceptional ecstasy
In the appreciation of the wonders of nature.

Were poets born to be silent?
No!
They rip out the evil of society with their voice
Voices heard even beyond the pitch
Blackness of the underworld

Even when the cold hands of death
Seek revenge on the poets,
The poet's voice is heard even to eternity
Their voice live on to the very end of age.

KingPoet©

THOUGHTS AND WORDS

The universe acknowledge
Two elements of creativity-
Thoughts and Words

Thoughts preceded words in the beginning of time
Before “ let there be"
A thought was borne
Thoughts create the spiritual realm
Words firm the physical world
The spiritual precedes the natural

Within emits without
Harness the strength within
Unleash the power without to create
A personal universe

Out of the abundance of the heart
The mouth speaks
A renewal of mind
Leads to transformation in words
Thought beget words

Failure, sadness and discontentment
Are created by thoughts
And made visible by words
A drastic metamorphosis of circumstances
Is engineered by thoughts and words

Guard your thoughts
Mind your words.

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DESTINY

The earth is overpopulated
Yet we came
It is because we have an assignment
To carry out that no one else can
Everything is predestined before
Creation began

Live a destiny-driven life
Achieve your peculiar assignment.

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THE CAUSE

In the midst of the odds
We must stand tall
Because a slight displacement will bring a fall
When we pray, God will answer our call
So that we can sail through our course

Because we are the cause
Whether people will rise or fall.

KingPoet ©

MY LOVE, MY HELPER

Who is this that stands before me?
Who stands before me with a radiant light
Which pierces my eyes right down to my invisible being?
A bone of my bones
And flesh of my flesh
A woman!
My love, my helper

I found her from afar
I searched through the tunnels and the valleys
The deep waters and the alleys

I used a telescope
It wasn't sufficient, so I consulted my microscope
My search was broad in scope
Even an integrated science in scope
Was useless to me

I searched through and through
With my eagle's eyes
With Google and goggles
But to no avail

But the cheeks - her red
Cheeks which cannot be
Compared to the cheeks of chicks on the roadside
A character which is refined and brewed in morality
And beauty
A woman who shares my purpose

I have found her
For she is a bone of my bones
And flesh of my flesh
A complete woman!
My love, my helper.

KingPoet ©

LORD GOD ALMIGHTY

The cosmic universe dance
In an enigmatic and profound way
They give way and stand in awe,startled
And in bewilderment
At the glorious shekinah light
Of the LORD
The God of gods
The Almighty
LORD GOD ALMIGHTY

The One whose names outnumber the stars
In the galaxy

The Originator of origins
Whose origin is not known
The God who cannot be cloned
The Being whose figure cannot be carved into stone
A Man strong and mighty, yet without a bone

The Creator of time and seasons
But lives outside its circumference

A Father whose ways are mysterious
Magnanimous in mercy
Boundless in love
Limitless in grace

I stand amazed
I stand in the presence of uncountable eyes

He is my Father
My all in all.

KingPoet ©