Ordeezy - Hello Poetry

What if God was a man, like mortal beings He would be a man feared by kings He would awe the world by doing unspeakable things, The world will know of his name Atheist would try but science can’t explain. If God was a man, He would seat on the throne of dilemma Trying to answer the prayers of every man The common man who prays for good health For business sake, the coffin maker prays for death, The common man who prays for peace in his place The lawyer who prays for his case. If God was a man, One that I can touch this close If man propose, how dare he dispose! Isn’t he human like us? Why does he find joy in our loss? If God was a man, Would he also fall in love? Would that explain the birth of his son? When he dies where will he go? Would he tell us world secrets no one knows? If God was a man, Would we see him as God? Would you believe if he performed miracles as God? Or if he spoke in a heavenly voice? Would you rather think he is just a man seeking fame by force

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Jul 20, 2020

Jul 20, 2020 at 9:19 PM UTC

If God were Man

What if God was a man, like mortal beings He would be a man feared by kings He would awe the world by doing unspeakable things, The world will know of his name Atheist would try but science can’t explain. If God was a man, He would seat on the throne of dilemma Trying to answer the prayers of every man The common man who prays for good health For business sake, the coffin maker prays for death, The common man who prays for peace in his place The lawyer who prays for his case. If God was a man, One that I can touch this close If man propose, how dare he dispose! Isn’t he human like us? Why does he find joy in our loss? If God was a man, Would he also fall in love? Would that explain the birth of his son? When he dies where will he go? Would he tell us world secrets no one knows? If God was a man, Would we see him as God? Would you believe if he performed miracles as God? Or if he spoke in a heavenly voice? Would you rather think he is just a man seeking fame by force

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What if God was a man, like mortal beings He would be a man feared by kings He would awe the world by doing unspeakable things, The world will know of his name Atheist would try but science can't explain. If God was a man, He would seat on the throne of dilemma Trying to answer the prayers of every man The common man who prays for good health For business sake, the coffin maker prays for death, The common man who prays for peace in his place The lawyer who prays for his case. If God was a man, One that I can touch this close If man propose, how dare he dispose! Isn't he human like us? Why does he find joy in our loss? If God was a man, Would he also fall in love? Would that explain the birth of his son? When he dies where will he go? Would he tell us world secrets no one knows? If God was a man, Would we see him as God? Would you believe if he performed miracles as God? Or if he spoke in a heavenly voice? Would you rather think he is just a man seeking fame by force

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Jul 2, 2019

Jul 2, 2019 at 2:54 AM UTC

If God was a Man

What if God was a man, like mortal beings He would be a man feared by kings He would awe the world by doing unspeakable things, The world will know of his name Atheist would try but science can't explain. If God was a man, He would seat on the throne of dilemma Trying to answer the prayers of every man The common man who prays for good health For business sake, the coffin maker prays for death, The common man who prays for peace in his place The lawyer who prays for his case. If God was a man, One that I can touch this close If man propose, how dare he dispose! Isn't he human like us? Why does he find joy in our loss? If God was a man, Would he also fall in love? Would that explain the birth of his son? When he dies where will he go? Would he tell us world secrets no one knows? If God was a man, Would we see him as God? Would you believe if he performed miracles as God? Or if he spoke in a heavenly voice? Would you rather think he is just a man seeking fame by force

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I am what you might call an abnormal specie Although I possess most characteristics of homosapiens I feel homo...different People say I'm an epitome of art which I find amusing I feel more like a homeless spirit tossed around by the wind without purpose. I hardly do things my friends do, sometimes I try hard to blend My friends tell their love stories and emotions I go to my story *** and cook creative stories of me spiced with scenes from Indian movies I have a barricade of fear, anxiety and distrust around my stomach so you can't find butterflies there Don't get me wrong, I haven't had any heart breaks... Maybe once or twice... I don't remember because I'm not bothered I gave up on love long time ago... Maybe I didn't... Maybe it just... Left. So here I am on a serious relationship with depression and solitude My friends tell tales of their *** experience with girlfriends, party strangers but I'm too shy to tell them of my daily ********* with my lovers. I flirt sometimes and it seems like a natural gift, I could say sweet words that will make Shakespeare's grave tremble but I never have the strength to go further; to lie on their naked body because I fear I might break their hearts if I go too deep. She might think I'm in love but get disappointed the next morning then sing aloud the daily female hymn "Men are **** I'm considered the devil's agent because I'm one of the few species who dare to ask "why" whenever it comes to religious matters. I am a stranger to myself, I say and do things I never thought I could. I'm a coward, luckily my alter ego is fierce, he's the gifted one; the poet and smooth talker, I just take the credits. I'm scared of marriage, will I marry because I love her or because my mother desperately needs grandchildren so she can sing lullabies to their tiny ears? Will I love my wife? How will I when love seems like a foreign, ancient and forgotten language? I am the only one of my kind. I am... I really don't know who I am.

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Jul 2, 2018

Jul 2, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC

Who I am

I am what you might call an abnormal specie Although I possess most characteristics of homosapiens I feel homo...different People say I'm an epitome of art which I find amusing I feel more like a homeless spirit tossed around by the wind without purpose. I hardly do things my friends do, sometimes I try hard to blend My friends tell their love stories and emotions I go to my story *** and cook creative stories of me spiced with scenes from Indian movies I have a barricade of fear, anxiety and distrust around my stomach so you can't find butterflies there Don't get me wrong, I haven't had any heart breaks... Maybe once or twice... I don't remember because I'm not bothered I gave up on love long time ago... Maybe I didn't... Maybe it just... Left. So here I am on a serious relationship with depression and solitude My friends tell tales of their *** experience with girlfriends, party strangers but I'm too shy to tell them of my daily ********* with my lovers. I flirt sometimes and it seems like a natural gift, I could say sweet words that will make Shakespeare's grave tremble but I never have the strength to go further; to lie on their naked body because I fear I might break their hearts if I go too deep. She might think I'm in love but get disappointed the next morning then sing aloud the daily female hymn "Men are **** I'm considered the devil's agent because I'm one of the few species who dare to ask "why" whenever it comes to religious matters. I am a stranger to myself, I say and do things I never thought I could. I'm a coward, luckily my alter ego is fierce, he's the gifted one; the poet and smooth talker, I just take the credits. I'm scared of marriage, will I marry because I love her or because my mother desperately needs grandchildren so she can sing lullabies to their tiny ears? Will I love my wife? How will I when love seems like a foreign, ancient and forgotten language? I am the only one of my kind. I am... I really don't know who I am.

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Poets are murderers Yes we are. We are teachers of the ultimate truth We enlighten the universe of the foundation of life We teach them love With sweet tongues we forge our words Making them into beautiful sounds for the ears And pleasant sight to the eyes. We feed their hearts with fantasies and pleasant tales That make their soul hunger for this sacred truth called love. Then fate flips the cards Attention here and there from strangers we never knew Disciples we never saw, followers who clung to our every word Pleading for that sacred love that we taught But this love is not ours, we are only messengers of this Sacred love that most of us never had. It becomes our duty to **** their innocent heart And shatter their simple soul with the bitter truth That they fell in love with the poem and not the poet.

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Jun 6, 2018

Jun 6, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC

Poets are murderers

Poets are murderers Yes we are. We are teachers of the ultimate truth We enlighten the universe of the foundation of life We teach them love With sweet tongues we forge our words Making them into beautiful sounds for the ears And pleasant sight to the eyes. We feed their hearts with fantasies and pleasant tales That make their soul hunger for this sacred truth called love. Then fate flips the cards Attention here and there from strangers we never knew Disciples we never saw, followers who clung to our every word Pleading for that sacred love that we taught But this love is not ours, we are only messengers of this Sacred love that most of us never had. It becomes our duty to **** their innocent heart And shatter their simple soul with the bitter truth That they fell in love with the poem and not the poet.

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Mama, what does it mean to be free? To think and act on your own? If they free our skin will they free our minds? Will we learn to love and appreciate one another? Will my bronze skin be beautiful? Will men admire my ***** hair Will they rather look at her pale skin in awe? Can we be truly free or will it be an illusion? Will we stand equal or forever inferior to colonizers? If freedom walks in Will we mourn our brothers or sing songs of freedom Mourning is easy, we mourn daily If we are to sing freedom songs How will we sing songs we were never taught If freedom doesn't walk in Will we be slaves forever? Mama, what does it mean to be free?

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May 25, 2018

May 25, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC

Freedom

Mama, what does it mean to be free? To think and act on your own? If they free our skin will they free our minds? Will we learn to love and appreciate one another? Will my bronze skin be beautiful? Will men admire my ***** hair Will they rather look at her pale skin in awe? Can we be truly free or will it be an illusion? Will we stand equal or forever inferior to colonizers? If freedom walks in Will we mourn our brothers or sing songs of freedom Mourning is easy, we mourn daily If we are to sing freedom songs How will we sing songs we were never taught If freedom doesn't walk in Will we be slaves forever? Mama, what does it mean to be free?

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Beneath the tattered roof with rays of disquietude peeping is where you will find me My feet swollen because I have no sandals My clothes are torn and you can see my flesh Tightly attached to my bones like leggings. I am a cave man. I search only for food and a place to sleep At night the cold cuddles and I can barely sleep The mosquitoes sing restless hymns in my ears and my blood is the price for their service. I go from street to street with an unwashed body Begging, then stealing becomes the only option. I come from a world where pain and suffering is no visitor A world where hymns of death are sung daily Begging to leave this world, hoping to find joy at the other side. What if we continue this journey at the other side? Singing hymns of agony for eternity

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Apr 24, 2018

Apr 24, 2018 at 5:35 AM UTC

Hymns

Beneath the tattered roof with rays of disquietude peeping is where you will find me My feet swollen because I have no sandals My clothes are torn and you can see my flesh Tightly attached to my bones like leggings. I am a cave man. I search only for food and a place to sleep At night the cold cuddles and I can barely sleep The mosquitoes sing restless hymns in my ears and my blood is the price for their service. I go from street to street with an unwashed body Begging, then stealing becomes the only option. I come from a world where pain and suffering is no visitor A world where hymns of death are sung daily Begging to leave this world, hoping to find joy at the other side. What if we continue this journey at the other side? Singing hymns of agony for eternity

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I have seen God. Her head raised high, poised and beautiful Smooth skin that seems to control nature in her veins. In her was history, the first, the genesis. Her love is impartial, incomparable. I have seen God In different shades of earth and nature Made of Protons, neutrons, melanin She is root; the source of life Life itself, the very beginning. I have seen God She would trade her life for her children She’s an armour and life jacket She is the source of life and peace. She is more than an angel, she is a god. I have seen God She is black.

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Mar 29, 2018

Mar 29, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC

I have seen God

I have seen God. Her head raised high, poised and beautiful Smooth skin that seems to control nature in her veins. In her was history, the first, the genesis. Her love is impartial, incomparable. I have seen God In different shades of earth and nature Made of Protons, neutrons, melanin She is root; the source of life Life itself, the very beginning. I have seen God She would trade her life for her children She’s an armour and life jacket She is the source of life and peace. She is more than an angel, she is a god. I have seen God She is black.

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I thought I could be strong for you mama To endure the pain and drama The countless whips on my naked body The tears that flow all night. I wish you could read between the lines To hear my soul whisper the pain I felt. Why couldn't you unveil the beast you cuddled daily? Each night the crescent moon floods my room I would watch joy and happiness flee from me Each night, my dignity was stolen, my heart broken My soul ripped apart but I couldn't scream. Did his gifts blind your eyes to your child Did his lies taste like sweet wine? Did my truth taste like bitter kola? Did my tears make you aghast? Will I die in silence? Night after night. By the time you read this I'll be in my daddy's arms I'll tell him the horror your love committed.

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Mar 20, 2018

Mar 20, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC

Abuse

I thought I could be strong for you mama To endure the pain and drama The countless whips on my naked body The tears that flow all night. I wish you could read between the lines To hear my soul whisper the pain I felt. Why couldn't you unveil the beast you cuddled daily? Each night the crescent moon floods my room I would watch joy and happiness flee from me Each night, my dignity was stolen, my heart broken My soul ripped apart but I couldn't scream. Did his gifts blind your eyes to your child Did his lies taste like sweet wine? Did my truth taste like bitter kola? Did my tears make you aghast? Will I die in silence? Night after night. By the time you read this I'll be in my daddy's arms I'll tell him the horror your love committed.

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If I had a day extra We would watch the glowing Eko masquerades Dance to legends in our best attire We would sing and dance everyday In our ever flowing regalia. We would sing our childhood songs like we don't care Dancing in the rain like innocent children We would walk naked with no shame and no fear Tomorrow isn't promised, I wish I knew then. If I had a moment extra Before the earth called you home I would kiss you without fear Defile religious we hold dear I would each second count I would love you without doubt. If I had a day extra

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC

If

If I had a day extra We would watch the glowing Eko masquerades Dance to legends in our best attire We would sing and dance everyday In our ever flowing regalia. We would sing our childhood songs like we don't care Dancing in the rain like innocent children We would walk naked with no shame and no fear Tomorrow isn't promised, I wish I knew then. If I had a moment extra Before the earth called you home I would kiss you without fear Defile religious we hold dear I would each second count I would love you without doubt. If I had a day extra

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Through the darkness Through the dancing flame When faith was madness In this drenching rain When failure seemed supreme And mocking faces orbit When hope seemed unreal With things hardwork ***** This is where great men walked. Through trials and many attempts Through hardwork that never relent Through sleepless nights and frustration Their vision led by determination When faith begins to wobble Seek hope from the Almighty Great hope they all gobble, Strength to keep fighting This is where great men walked. Behold! A child is born The reward of such great labour Greatness with it core The world bows with its favour Then history is written His greatness; this is the beginning. This is where great men walked.

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Jan 18, 2018

Jan 18, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC

Where great men walked

Through the darkness Through the dancing flame When faith was madness In this drenching rain When failure seemed supreme And mocking faces orbit When hope seemed unreal With things hardwork ***** This is where great men walked. Through trials and many attempts Through hardwork that never relent Through sleepless nights and frustration Their vision led by determination When faith begins to wobble Seek hope from the Almighty Great hope they all gobble, Strength to keep fighting This is where great men walked. Behold! A child is born The reward of such great labour Greatness with it core The world bows with its favour Then history is written His greatness; this is the beginning. This is where great men walked.

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