DO NOT
Do not trade your heart to please anyone
Search deep down in your heart
And settle the cravings in your heart
She is dearest to you
Do not shun your conscience to love the world
Agree with your feelings and let her rest
Do not trade your soul to please the devil
Search into your soul and set her free
Do not kill your dream for society
For no man has died and time has stopped
Society will use you to have its way
And will fail to see you die in your folly
Do not mar destiny to please surroundings
For no man has screamed and the earth has torn
Surroundings hug you ‘thanks!’
But don’t blame surroundings
Because none sees the tears inside of your head
Do not trade your pursuits for bully’s sake
Do not dish your God for dictator’s breakfast
Your God whom you worship is your life
Your life which you live is your God’s
Do not deceive your heart for it cannot be done
Do not deceive yourself and then believe your own deceit
Do not kill your life to please this life
For this life will kill you before you die
And will fail to see you die before your death
There is one Lord, one and only one alone
Same is the maker, the start and the finish
Do you know what it is to serve a God
Do you know what it is to bow before this stone
And say this stone is my God
I don’t think you know as half as much
For if you do, you will never leave the stone to check on the trend in town
It is that stone that loves you more
Do not hurt the maker to please the made
It is that stone that put your spirit in you
Your spirit knows its maker well and good
You can neither fight your spirit nor your Lord
Do not kill your life and your soul to serve the devil
The devil does not mince acts
In killing your life and your soul
FLEE FROM TICKS
Son of man flee from ticks
They are filled with filth
Son of man run from ticks
They make you sick
Son of man away from ticks they are so sticky
They may be little like a dot
And so small like they are nought
But son of man they carry fluid
And they will give you the flu
Give them not your skin to perch
No, not your body to rest
They are little little pest
But they eat away your strength
Son of man they are germs
And are so filled with dirt
They are very little things
But they suck out your dreams
Your destiny will die
When they pierce into your life
And unto you they cleave
And will never want to leave
Be wary of those things
They are little but they kill
POEM OF HEAVEN
Write me a poem
Speak me the words
Sing me a song
Tell me the lyrics
Show me blissful zion
Where the heart is hundred gold
And nothing is before the Father
I am here and I am in
I am there and I believe
I will live in it as I am here
I will live in it when I get there
This world is not the place
Show me the heavenly place
Paint me a picture of heaven
Tell me a tale of paradise
Tell me the heavenly feeling
Of the golden crown with stars of souls
This world is just a sham
Show me the incorruptible land
This flesh that can’t endure
Tell me the immortal soul
Write me a poem of heaven…
Biography:
Oghenero Ezaza writes prose and poetry. He is a literary critique for PIN quarterly Journal, published by Poets In Nigeria. He has published a collection of poems titled: REFLECTIONS. His poems have also featured in various anthologies, which include: Who Shall I Make My Wife, Black Communion, Wushapa – Beating the Drums of Peace. He is also a Gospel Comedian with the stage name, Genza. His facebook page is named: GENZA – Literature and Gospel Comedy, and his Twitter handle is @ReflectPoems. He was born and is still resident in Warri, Nigeria.
Oghenero Ezaza
writes prose and poetry. He is a literary critique for PIN quarterly Journal, published by Poets In Nigeria. He has published a collection of poems titled: REFLECTIONS. His poems have also featured in various anthologies, which include: Who Shall I Make My Wife, Black Communion, Wushapa – Beating the Drums of Peace. He is also a Gospel Comedian with the stage name, Genza. His facebook page is named: GENZA – Literature and Gospel Comedy, and his Twitter handle is @ReflectPoems. He was born and is still resident in Warri, Nigeria.
Its such a beautiful feeling to read poems,digest and live them.
You just keep writing is all I can say.
They are worth reading and remembering.
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The writing is very beautiful.
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You are such a great Poet. A moralist
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Thanks Francis
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Thanks Francis
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