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"You are neither here nor there,Ā Ā 
How can you be successful?"—a voice in the air.Ā Ā 
It muttered once, but I heard it thrice,Ā Ā 
A haunting echo, not so nice.Ā Ā 

I reflect deep—could this be me?Ā Ā 
Is it instinct or a mind not free?Ā Ā 
Am I imagining things in vain?Ā Ā 
But he is right, and I feel the strain.Ā Ā 

Jack of all trade and master of none,Ā Ā 
But one who masters will inspire someone.Ā Ā 
Too many tasks leave all half done,Ā Ā 
While one at a time brings work well spun.Ā Ā 

All in one is same as nothing,Ā Ā 
But one in one births everything.Ā Ā 
I do not write this to condemn,Ā Ā 
You can succeed with more than ten.Ā Ā 

But purpose and vision must lead the way,Ā Ā 
Without them, you’re a leaf that sways.Ā Ā 
A man without vision is like a trash,Ā Ā 
Waved by the wind in a reckless dash.Ā Ā 

I’m glad I’ve found my voice at last,Ā Ā 
Through Poetry, wisdom shall be cast.
ā€œThe Voice That Spokeā€ is a soul-searching poem by Nigerian poet Osahenoma Favour Moses, born from a moment of internal reckoning. It begins with a haunting voice—an echo of doubt—that challenges the poet’s scattered pursuits across multiple creative paths: acting, preaching, storytelling, and poetry. Through rhythmic reflection and layered wisdom, the poem explores the tension between versatility and focus, urging readers to discover their true calling and nurture it with purpose.

This piece is more than a confession—it’s a call to clarity. It speaks to anyone who feels stretched thin by ambition, reminding them that success is not in doing everything, but in doing something well. With poetic precision, Favour casts light on the importance of vision, identity, and intentional growth.

ā€œThe Voice That Spokeā€ is part of his growing body of work known as Wisdom in Poetry—a genre where truth meets verse, and insight flows through rhythm.
Sorrow the mother cries for its babe
Murdered picked apart
An empty corpse lying in the snow
The only reminder of the brief existence
That painted this earth with salt
Stjepan Aug 10
Majko Terezo ti si bila božja ruka
od početka života sve do svrŔetka.
Cijelog života si čovjeku pomagala
dobra djela si mnoga napravila
ti si naŔa dobra vila.
Volimo te cijelim srcem i duŔom
ti si anđel koja je koračala zemljom.
Majko Terezo nikad nisi
čovjeka u nevolji ostavljala
to si kroz cijeli život
bezbroj puta pokazala.
Nek te naÅ” blagoslov prati
uvijek ćemo te se sijećati
majko Terezo na svemu hvala ti.

Stjepan Orlić
Marwan Baytie Aug 10
While your soul writhes in unrest.
Cursed be he who walks away,
forgetting the bond, never once looking back.
Should he return, trust him not
for hearts that dared the darkness
will return clad in masks not their own.
Marwan Baytie Aug 10
Cursed in the religion of the Most Gracious
is he who imprisons a people,
who strangles a thought in its cradle,
who lifts the whip over flesh,
who silences the tongue of truth,
who builds walls to cage the living,
who raises high the banners of tyranny.

Cursed in every creed and scripture
is he who squanders the rights of humankind,
even if his lips murmur prayers,
even if his hands scatter alms,
even if he walks the earth
clutching the Bible in one hand
and the Qur’an in the other.
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