Tuesday, 30 December 2008

Finishing Strong

…………..A new Dawn

The year 2008 slowly draws to a close
As things wrap up, another book has been written
And the final chapter is about to end.
Looking back on the memories and events,
There will be smiles and sighs
We all have something to celebrate and something to improve on.

Looking through my album
I am taken adrift
There’s Yemisi in her dazzling white wedding gown
Unfortunately that picture became smeared with tear drops.
She painfully carries the remains of a marriage that didn’t happen

That’s just one story from the album of 2008
How about when Obi was avoided like a plague by all the employers
Or when Mrs Jacobs was left to pick up the pieces of her broken home
Never in my life, had I thought life could be so unfair!

In spite of all this, nothing eludes the Master’s touch.
Absolutely nothing!
2009 marks a new beginning
An opportunity for new life, new success and new joy to burst forth
It’s a chance to take another stab at life and rewrite your story
Let your willingness to be free from pain and sorrow soar high

The past is the past but the future begins now
Be refreshed with strength from above
Let God help you compensate for the wasted time.
Start a new leaf with God, no more bench-warming
Take a step and be involved in the kingdom
Let all believers spice up the world around them;
Let your light shine for others to followlife is only as difficult as you make it to bewhy worry when you can pray?
Forge ahead, finish strong and break through into the new year.
It’s a new dawn, a new page and a new story.

© The poets voice~~~ December 2008, All rights reserved.

Tuesday, 9 December 2008

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history.
With your bitter, twisted lies.
You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells,
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides.
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard.
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines,
Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness.
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise,
That I dance like I've got diamonds,
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

By Maya Angelou


This poem really inspired me when I read it. It talks about having self confidence and knowing that no matter how much dirt life shoves on you, be confident that you will RISE!


© The poets voice~~~ December 2008, All rights reserved.

Friday, 21 November 2008

When anger turns to Rage

Fire coursing through my veins,
steam expelled as the cool droplets of rain
pour on my head and run down to my tiny toes,
my face as hot as fresh black coal.
They’ve been getting on my nerves but this time they went too far.
My mind becomes a waste yard for negative emotions,
not even degradable by the strongest love potions.
Never disposed off, the refuse heap is now piled up.
She applied the last tiny pressure
And I exploded!
Tick. Tock. boom!! Like a bomb or a gun fully loaded
I Exploded.
They made me explode.
She made me explode and now the flames, even more intense
radiates to my surroundings, crossing every fence.
Last I remember, the fire burnt down the bridge connecting us together.
Then it dried up love.
Now the fire is out of control and it’s just me against the world.


A piece of advice: when your anger stats getting out of control, check yourself. Anger is very dangerous and it does damages that we sometimes cannot reverse!

© The poets voice~~~ November 2008, All rights reserved.

Friday, 24 October 2008

Black History month - Oct '08

What does it mean to be black?

black is beauty

black is pain

black is respect

black is dicipline

black is intelligence

black is people

black is our genes

black is who we are

BLACK- words can't encapsulate that!

© The poets voice~~~ October 2008, All rights reserved.

Wednesday, 15 October 2008


How can you say we are rich,

when we have no food?

we scurry about and shriek

like rats in search of water.

Our bodies are dry,withered branches

our skin has become pale like the grey sky

we no longer since and dance

for we live in poverty

Our ancestors have always said

"we are blessed by the gods"

where are they now? have they no mercy?

bestow on us some affluence

Is it not true that we once glowed

under the shimmering sun?

we sang and rejoiced and grew fat.

but now our riches have disappeared

and we live in poverty.

© The poets voice~~~ October 2008, All rights reserved.

Saturday, 11 October 2008

The many faces of POVERTY

Poverty in the developing world, however, goes far beyond income poverty. It means having to walk more than one mile everyday simply to collect water and firewood; it means suffering diseases that were eradicated from rich countries decades ago.

Every year eleven million children die—most under the age of five and more than six million from completely preventable causes like malaria, diarrhea and pneumonia.

In some deeply impoverished nations less than half of the children are in primary school and under 20 percent go to secondary school. Around the world, a total of 114 million children do not get even a basic education and 584 million women are illiterate.

here are the facts in detail:

■ Every year six million children die from malnutrition before their fifth birthday.
■ More than 50 percent of Africans suffer from water-related diseases such as cholera and infant diarrhea.
■ Everyday HIV/AIDS kills 6,000 people and another 8,200 people are infected with this deadly virus.
■ Every 30 seconds an African child dies of malaria—more than one million child deaths a year.
■ Each year, approximately 300 to 500 million people are infected with malaria. Approximately three
million people die as a result.
■ TB is the leading AIDS-related killer and in some parts of Africa, 75 percent of people with HIV also have TB.

*(TB= tuberculosis)

■ More than 800 million people go to bed hungry every day...300 million are children.
■ Of these 300 million children, only eight percent are victims of famine or other emergency situations.
More than 90 percent are suffering long-term malnourishment and micronutrient deficiency.
■ Every 3.6 seconds another person dies of starvation and the large majority are children under the age of 5.

■ More than 2.6 billion people—over 40 per cent of the world’s population—do not have basic sanitation,
and more than one billion people still use unsafe sources of drinking water.
■ Four out of every ten people in the world don’t have access even to a simple latrine.
■ Five million people, mostly children, die each year from water-borne diseases.

■ In 1960, Africa was a net exporter of food; today the continent imports one-third of its grain.
■ More than 40 percent of Africans do not even have the ability to obtain sufficient food on a day-today
■ Declining soil fertility, land degradation, and the AIDS pandemic have led to a 23 percent decrease
in food production per capita in the last 25 years even though population has increased dramatically.
■ For the African farmer, conventional fertilizers cost two to six times more than the world market price.

■ Above 80 percent of farmers in Africa are women.
■ More than 40 percent of women in Africa do not have access to basic education.
■ If a girl is educated for six years or more, as an adult her prenatal care, postnatal care and childbirth
survival rates, will dramatically and consistently improve.
■ Educated mothers immunize their children 50 percent more often than mothers who are not educated.
■ AIDS spreads twice as quickly among uneducated girls than among girls that have even some schooling.
■ The children of a woman with five years of primary school education have a survival rate 40 percent
higher than children of women with no education.
■ A woman living in sub-Saharan Africa has a 1 in 16 chance of dying in pregnancy or childbirth.
This compares with a 1 in 3,700 risk for a woman from North America.
■ Every minute, a woman somewhere dies in pregnancy or childbirth. This adds up to 1,400 women
dying each day—an estimated 529,000 each year—from pregnancy-related causes.
■ Almost half of births in developing countries take place without the help of a skilled birth attendant.


© The poets voice~~~ October 2008, All rights reserved.

Saturday, 27 September 2008

A tribute to Nelson Mandela

Rolihlahla, mama called him
The innocent troublemaker of the town
He had his life ahead of him;
A future to look forward to

The injustice of the government
Fuelled the raging fire in him.
‘Madiba’, they nicknamed him-
An activist for peace was born.

Equal rights was the target
Peace was the only key
Justice was his drive
His people must be free.

In the fight for freedom
He ended up prisoner,
Locked behind bars
Tagged 46664.

But metal bars never stopped him,
Not the hard labour or even the lime mining
He had a reason to fight
And if need be, to die.

On Robben Island
A community was formed.
A generation of young activists
Who shared in his fight.

It spread on like wildfire
Soon all voices united
The people sang and cried
Free nelson Mandel!

On that faithful day of spring
In the year 1990
When for the first time, a baby cried
Alas! He was set free.

And now, he has achieved his dream
The rest is up to us all
We must be the voice of the underprivileged
46664…it’s in our hands

The greatest leader of our time,
Spent 27 years in prison
How far would you go to help your brother?
How much would you give of your time?

Remember the number,
Remember the man: Nelson Mandela
Because from now on,
It’s in our hands!

© The poets voice~~~ September 2008, All rights reserved.

Friday, 20 June 2008


The element of communication,
To many, a general phenomenon.
The syntax of words,
The phonology, grammar and semantics,
All coming together as one-
One language.

The words you speak,
Meaningful to you
And gibberish to another.
The words you know,
Whether living or dead language
Is modern to another.

The way I know how
To enter someone else’s head
Making them tick,
The way I know how
To go inside their skin
Living as another; a totally different person

The key to open doors,
Accessing the richness of another culture,
Acquiring a taste for the land.
The way your lips pucker
As you unveil your ‘couture’
Or the twitch in your arm on entry into Italian.

So language we must learn,
Making sure
It’s passed down
From one generation to the next.
Consequently, the element of communication
Remains alive and secure.

If I cannot understand what you say,
We can no longer be accepted as citizens
Of the same world.
This general phenomenon
Becomes gibberish to both of us!
Because I don’t understand your language.

© The poets voice~~~ June 2008, All rights reserved.

Sunday, 15 June 2008

School day

The sun streams in all its splendour,
Exhibiting a glistening reflection my window and back door,
Its luminosity beaming.
My eyes nictate
For a fraction of a second,
I still feel as though I were dreaming.

Wearily dragging the duvet over my head.
Mouth yawns and hands stretches,
Back elevates slightly as led.

I reach for my phone,
Check the time;
It’s only 6:09.
How easy it is to be mislead,
To think ‘tis time to plant poppy seeds.
But time is not just numbers, it shouldn’t be thrown
Time is precious; very well known.

I snuggle up under my bed cover,
Nestling once more comfortably in my domain,
Eyes shut to keep out the light and rediscover

Sleep takes control.
Drifting away in the world of dreams,
The wind brushes my face and whispers in my ear.
Soft music playing in the background,
The trees tower over the hills.
The alarm rings…

Quietly, moderately then loudly
Ri-iii-nnngg!! I snap out of my daze
It’s another school day!

© The poets voice~~~ June 2008, All rights reserved.

Thursday, 12 June 2008


What is wrong with me!?
I look, I see, I watch
I study how they treat each other
But when it comes to me,
The difference is clear.

What is wrong with me!?
Why is it that everytime
Those people only last for a while.
They come and go, never there to the end
Like they say they will be.
Those people who call themselves friends.

Am I just too tolerant and forgiving?
Trying to revive happiness and joy?
Bringing pace where there is none
And showing love where none exists?
Is that it? Is that what’s wrong?

The pain would have been easier to bear
If only less attitude and more words;
Talk to me,
I’ve got ears!

But I look, I see, I watch
I study how they act towards me,
Such hatred and non-chalant behaviour
Yet still, within their group
The difference is clear.

I’ll tell you what is wrong!
You’ve brewed in me fear-
Fear of reaching out to another.
Implanted defiance, the result of your neglect.
Now I hurt the people I should love;
To them I don’t care
I withdraw to my own world,
A place within me where I seek solace.
The confidence to reach out
Is no more there.

So tell me, why?
I’ll tell you…
Nothing was wrong but
Now, at this present moment
Something is really wrong with me!

i'm still looking for a title for this by the way, any suggestions?

© The poets voice~~~ June 2008, All rights reserved.

Saturday, 7 June 2008


Thus she had lain

sugercane sweet
deserts her hair
golden her feet
mountains her breasts
two Niles her tears.
Thus she has lain
Black through the years.

Over the white seas
rime white and cold
brigands ungentled
icicle bold
took her young daughters
sold her strong sons
churched her with Jesus
bled her with guns.
Thus she has lain.

Now she is rising
remember her pain
remember the losses
her screams loud and vain
remember her riches
her history slain
now she is striding
although she has lain.


another blessed poem to share with you all.!

© The poets voice~~~ May 2008, All rights reserved.

Tuesday, 20 May 2008

And I Have You

Rain has drops

Sun has shine

Moon has beams

That make you mine

Rivers have banks

Sands for shores

Hearts have heartbeats

That make me yours

Needles have eyes

Though pins may prick

Elmer has glue

To make things stick

Winter has Spring

Stockings feet

Pepper has mint

To make it sweet

Teachers have lessons

Soup du jour

Lawyers sue bad folks

Doctors cure

All and all

This much is true

You have me

And I have you


another great poem, love the style and the my peoplezz enjoy!

© The poets voice~~~ April 2008, All rights reserved.

Africa Is You

Black people,

Whatever shade your skin may be.

You are Africa,

Always Africa to me.

She dances in your eyes

To the drum beat

That is your heart.

Her roots have crossed waters

From Nigeria to New York.

Her spirit lives on,

In this black spectrum she is us.

Echoing in our laughter,

Our pain and sorrow too.

Black people you are Africa,

Africa is you.

Walter H. Rooks Jr.

just wanted to share this...for you reading pleasure!

© The poets voice~~~ April 2008, All rights reserved.

Saturday, 3 May 2008


F------favoured, blesses and loved us
Broke us free from the enemy’s curse
O------original friend,
Always there till the end
R-------remembered us,
Lifted us and made us prosperous
G------gave us life,
Spent so much to make us nice
I-------infinite mercy always flows from his throne.
We were chosen to be his own
V------verified our rights to be his people,
Gave us bodies so complex and amazing yet simple
E------errors are cancelled by God-
The everlasting and glorious lord of all
N------never puts our mistakes into consideration;
Shows us love without condition
E------eternal king and prince of peace,
Always there to make sure our joy never ceases
S------sacred and secure, chastises us
And shed his blood to make us pure
S------sufficient grace,
Enough to satisfy us all our days

IN life, sometimes we just need to hit the delete button and erase all the wrongs made against us!....try it and feel the peace that comes with doing so.

© The poets voice~~~ April 2008, All rights reserved.

Thursday, 1 May 2008

Happy new month!!

happy new month y'all!
I was reading someone's blog and the words in the post hit me..i think the words here are defintiely true..there's no better way of defining miracle.

"A miracle can best be descibed as a dumb man telling a deaf man that a blind man saw a crippled girl running to help a barren woman carry a baby!...can u beat that!!!It is a new month!EXPECT A MAJOR MIRACLE!"

i think you all should expect major miracles..create room, something is 'bout to happen

© The poets voice~~~ April 2008, All rights reserved.

friends......Season, reaon or lifetime?

i was reading sha's blog and i came across this which i thought i should share:

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learnedto use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

it so funny(well not literally)..i've had issues with friends these poast weeks and it just leaves me wondering? am i alone in this world? do i have friends i can trust?
i'm just a bit worried 'cos it seems i keep losing my good friends..i mean they remain my friends until a certain point when they suddenly change anf decide to betray me or just to create an argument out of nothing..*sigh*

© The poets voice~~~ April 2008, All rights reserved.

Monday, 7 April 2008

footprints in the sand

A man noticed that whenever he walked in the sand while he was happy, there were two sets of footprints.

He also noticed that when he was down, feeling sad and depressed, there was only one set of footprints. he then asked God why He abandoned him at the time he needed Him most as there was only one set of footprints.

man: "God, you said you will never forsake nor leave me"

God: "yes, i said that"

man: "then why is it that when i am stressed, sad and depressed you aren't there?"

God replied: "my child, those were the times i carried you."

The message here is that God is slways walking beside you..when you are going through tough times, He will carry you through. He is Faithful and stays true to his word!

So watch out for those footprints...

God bless.

© The poets voice~~~ April 2008, All rights reserved.

Thursday, 3 April 2008

Emotive reactions

Laughter on the face of a child
The calm and joy it brings
But slowly,
With a few deep words
The smile turns upside down
And from the pit of such a moody heart
Sadness bells forth…
Followed by depression and tears
But while on the brink of tears,
Some sweet words are spoken
Then joy and calm radiates
……to see laughter on the face of a child.

© The poets voice~~~ March 2008, All rights reserved.

Thursday, 27 March 2008


Black hands
Searching frantically
For hope, for life, for light
Black faces
Looking anxiously
For food, for shelter, for trust
Black children
Waiting patiently
For peace, for friendship, for love
Black women
Suffering silently
From domestic violence, rape and discrimination
Black men
Working hard continuously
To support, sustain and help the family survive
What of our black leaders?
They are sitting and relaxing
Enjoying the loot of yesterday’s attack
And planning for tomorrow’s downfall
Nigeria- our black nation
Cries in agony
Over the ongoing destruction
Her children’s pain has reached her ears
And she can hold it no longer
We look to the creator of the blacks
To answer our prayers
To open the doors of heaven
And pour down HIS blessings
Afterall, we are tiny black children in
A black nation that we call our own
And we need some help
To pierce the black hearts
Of the black people.

© The poets voice~~~ March 2008, All rights reserved.


War, violence hatred, murder
Why do we do it? Why even bother?
Can a man not live in peace with his brother?
Can we not wine and dine together?
We are supposed to be one big family;
To live in peace and harmony
We hassle each other for cash, for money
We take away lives and then guilt hits us suddenly.
Have we no heart, no fear, no mercy?
Can we not see that violence is not the key?
The hurt and damage we’ve caused the community
Do we just ignore it and call it hearsay?
Peace I tell you, peace can save us
Happiness, joy, tranquility, peace
That’s what we want, that’s what we should seek
We know it’s the truth; we should not play it false
© The poets voice~~~ March 2008, All rights reserved.

Tuesday, 11 March 2008


Running running
As quickly as I can
Panting panting
So heavily that I can’t catch my breath
Screaming screaming
Too loud to make sense of the words
Thinking thinking
About what to do now and where to go
Aching aching
My legs and head hurt so much
Praying praying
To get out of this nightmare
Running running
Through the forest, away from the monster
Calling out for help
Praying praying
To wake up from this unreality
Crying crying
As the monster advances
Waking waking
Gradually and slowly, I find myself in my room
Praying praying
Thanking God it was just a bad dream.
© The poets voice~~~ March 2008, All rights reserved.

Saturday, 8 March 2008


Four walls around,
I am locked inside my own home
This home of loneliness
That I created by myself
The cobweb at the corner gets larger day by day
My side table creaks with every step I make
The door to my room remains opened
As if inviting me into a deeper place of isolation, where I lose touch of reality
Everyday is a routine
The same people walk past my veranda
And every night those footsteps disappear into the darkness
My every word seems to repel people from me
At the end of the day I sit and reminisce
On those days when children were my joy
…but somehow, I have lost sight of them.
The memories are now a wisp of imagination
That disappear like smoke
It’s just the four walls surrounding me
In this cold and old home
(Sighing heavily I) realize thatI am truly lonely.
© The poets voice~~~ March 2008, All rights reserved.

The Rain

The rain patters softly on my window sill
The little clear drops of water
So simple and so serene

The thunder rumbles across the sky
Lightning makes her presence known
The soil opens up its parched throat
To take in water from the rain

The putrid smell of garbage
Dissolve in the aroma of fresh air
A sensation of goodness overcomes me

The trees blossom in all its glory
The fruits are ripe with beauty
The taste of blessing, the feeling of life
The sudden rush of energy and power

The rain falls in continuous chains
Bringing new life to people-
Its dependants, who would have it no other way.
© The poets voice~~~ March 2008, All rights reserved.

Thursday, 6 March 2008 got to with success and perseverance

Well today, i got my school results....i remember when i did these exams.The tension was unbearable, i could feel my head pounding and heart racing.the inner voice in me screamed out fear! and then just that one moment, i looked at the results and i passed!!

now, i could feel my heart racing and head pounding, the inner voice in me screamed joy, happiness and excitement!

that's what happened for half of the day, anywayz i now realise i have to work harder to get the same standard of good grades 'cos I've been struggling a bit but i know that the Jehovah I serve wouldn't let me down. He will surprise me beyond my imagination!!.

let me just use this opportunity to give y'all a word of advice..(yeah i know I'm full of them, can't help it these dayz...I'm just getting too pieces of advice to give out)

anywayz as i was saying, if you really want something and you know its good for you then go ahead and get it. life is just too short for you not to pursue your dreamz and interests.

be ambitious and persevere and make sure you put it in your best..

in the end, all that will matter is how much effort you have put in because you will have to stand and face the person you see in the mirror. if you cannot do this then you know you have cheated yourself.

And please, please, please try not to compare yourself with others. every one is unique and the standards set by each person is like i said before, all that matters is that you do your best and not what someone else has done or how they have done it. Be original!!


Looking forward, never looking back
Pulling continuously at the hand of success
Using ideas, acquiring knowledge
Mending dreams
The pen and paper, always at work
Imagination comes alive
Hardworking and consistently diligent
Breakthrough calls
Criticism and mockery fails to stop me
The stretching hands of excellence
Ambitions meet fulfillment.
© The poets voice~~~ March 2008, All rights reserved.

Sunday, 2 March 2008

Mothers Day...

today, 2nd of March is the wonderful mothers day. a lot of people often don't apprecaite their mums or don't know how to.others tend to underestimate the love and ability of a mother.

mothers are gifted..they multi-task and thats just the most amazing thing.

Ever wondered how your mum can do the ironing, while talking on the phone and at the same time helping your little brother do his homework and then thinking of what to make for lunch? if you said 'no' then thats perfectly understandable..i also wonder sometimes.

mothers love us far more than anyone can, they are always there to take us back when we really mess up. if you haven't called your mum in like a year or something, please pick up the phone right now and do that.yeah you heard me, i'm talking to you reading this page right now.

show your mothers that you care and apprecaite them for all those years they have been there for you.!!

lots of luv, The poets voice~~~


My Mother
My mother,
Who brought me up at birth
And laid me to rest

My mother,
Who kept me safe
And saw me through my rainy days

My mother,
Who saw through me
And knew the pain I was going through

My mother
Whom I will always love
And cherish till everlasting days above.
© The poets voice~~~ March 2008, All rights reserved.

Friday, 22 February 2008


There is this famous quote which i heard right, it goes like this: 'Slow down and enjoy life. its not only the scenery you miss by going too fast but- you also miss the sense of where you are going and why'. A lot of the timewe are always too busy to enjoy the little pleasures in life..the things is , its not he big things but the little things that matter.

Albert einstein said: 'There are only two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle and the other is as though everything is a miracle'.

its friday night today, y'all should enjoy your weekend and enjoy life!!!

take care.xx

Miracles happen now and then,
As a result of your faith in the creator
We never seem to notice them,
But there’s a miracle in every corner

How a baby is born,
How an ocean is formed
How a tear drops,
I really wonder how these things are done

Where does my happiness form its existence?
Why is my joy like a river?
It just can’t be explained with science,
Because it’s a miracle of some kind

Today I cry, tomorrow I rejoice
Now I’m poor, in the future I’ll be rich
When things happen like this,
Then you know that a miracle is received

When a miracle is gotten, hold on to it.
When it is expected, long for it
It is not a toy but a special gift,
And it’s one that nobody should miss

Miracles are real
Believe in them
No matter how bad the situation
Believe that there’s a miracle somewhere
© The poets voice~~~ February 2008, All rights reserved.

Little Rose

We all have someone special or we'll alll like to have someone special.

I think it is a good thing to have a special and unique bond with that 'special' person in your life.

enjoy reading.xx

Little rose, little rose
Do you know how much I cherish thee?
For you are my most admirable possession
No one can take you away from me

I guard you in my heart
And hear what you say
I try to understand this common bond
We have each day

You are my little rose
One that I love so dearly
And the love I have for you
Is just plain reality
© The poets voice~~~ February 2008, All rights reserved.

Jesus Was There

Has any of you ever narrowly escaped death?...i have, and thats why i worte this poem.

I was travelling one day on our dear Kaduna-Abuja road (in Nigeria) when suddenly our car skidded off the road. Now this was a little odd because there was no rain or single drop of water on the roads and the road didnt have bumps or any other obstacles. To me, i thought this was a miracle so i wrote this poem to kinda apprecaite God and to let others know about my testimony (if you can call it that...) here goes:

Once I was traveling
To somewhere far away
Some people were thinking and wondering
But I prayed I see another day

The sun went away
And the clouds were gathering
We went a long way
Then it started raining

Suddenly our car was spinning
Round and round it went, no stopping
Until it finally landed and crashed
With smoke filling the car, out we all dashed

We removed everything speedily
As it rained and rained heavily
We stood in the rain and didn’t care
And we were not dismayed because Jesus was there

He brought help to us
By bringing to our aid a bus
I thanked God for that day
And for bringing us home anyway

This wasn’t just a miracle but a testimony
And it was heard everywhere
Satan could do nothing but testify to the storyThat we were not harmed because Jesus was there

© The poets voice~~~ February 2008, All rights reserved.

How you make me feel

I remember when I saw you yesterday.
A smile danced on my lips,
My heart leaped for joy as we briefly brushed each other.
Your gaze met mine; it felt like some unseen force held our eyes together,
The twinkle in your eyes inducing a corresponding twinkle in mine.
I am so in love with a handsome stranger!
I could well be on cloud nine or eleven.......well whatever,
The thought of you always lingering in my mind.
My heart beats faster when you're around but at the same time my
Body unwinds from tension and stress.
You walked into my life so easily,
Stealing the keys to unlock my heart.
You swiped me off my feet calmly,
And now I'm head over heels!
I still wonder how a perfect gentleman could generate
Such strong emotions in me...
The art of romance, the song of love; you've effortlessly mastered the skills.
I take pleasure in your cuddle.
Having your arm around me in that warm hug,
Sends a tingle down my spine but at the same time
a sense of protection settles in my mind.
Tiny, pretty butterflies make themselves at home in my stomach, as my heart connects with yours; the chemistry becoming increasingly stronger.
When we are together in the midst of a boisterous crowd,
It feels like we are alone in our world....this magical world!
An overwhelming feeling of ecstasy and excitement
Clouds my mentation of reality.
That's how you make me feel.

© The poets voice~~~ February 2008, All rights reserved.

Thursday, 21 February 2008


I remember when Mami was here

I would sit by her and she would stroke my hair

And tell me that I was the most beautiful child in the world

I would then climb onto her laps, putting my arms tightly around her

Resting my head on her chest and

Listening to her soft heartbeat.

Clearing her throat, she would tell me a story

"Long time ago, in a kingdom faraway"

She would begin in a serious and hushed tone.

Her thick, gold-rimmed glasses would

Slide slowly down her nose as she spoke

And then I would burst out in childish laughter

Even funnier,

Was when Mami would look at me in confusion

Not quite clear on the reason for my laughter

Years have gone by since I last saw Mami

All that is left,

Is her tender, loving care etched in my memory

I miss Mami dearly

Every old woman seems to remind me of her.

Whenever I was sad or in distress, her words were comforting.

Its no wonder,

That I will always reminisce on when Mami was here
© The poets voice~~~ February 2008, All rights reserved.


Here I - I stand

Gazing out my window

My feet and hands,

Thawing slowly

The mountain peaks stick out as shades of grey

From the valleys which are now totally engulfed in snow.

The blanket of snow is thickening

A white canvass lays before me

The picture is 'picture-perfect'

in my mind, with my imaginationI

can create any piece of art I choose

Perfection does not matter

But I'll rather the picture remains 'picture-perfect'

As everything stays frozen
© The poets voice~~~ February 2008, All rights reserved.

Into the music

The violins exude such beautiful classical melodies
The piano goes accelerando
And suddenly the drums come alive
Into the music, yes deeper I go
My feet move to the rhythm
Emotions rise within me as
The harmony begins
Then suddenly, allegro
And the music takes over me
Fingers snap in time to the beat
Voices in ensemble
The alto and soprano woven together in acapella
The music is absolutely sensational
My ears agitatedly craving more
The guitar strumming away
Gently carrying me with its tunes
One strum moves my hips to the left and another to the right
Now the harmony goes adagio
The pitch gradually lowers
The drums now send out short, slow beats
The music becomes a homophony
My movements cease and my body returns to its still form
Followed by a thunderous drum roll
and the finale...the music ends.
© The poets voice~~~ February 2008, All rights reserved.

Wednesday, 20 February 2008

The Red Rose

The red rose, so pretty
Attracts every element of nature including the bee
The morning dew dances on her petals
She is vibrant with colour.
She stands out in the field
Compared to other flowers she is unique.
With her innermost beingShe calls out to everything.
The birds in flightStop at her breathtaking sight
Blossoming as she comes to life,
The rose mirrors light; nothing can outshine.
© The poets voice~~~ February 2008, All rights reserved.