"endowment" poems
Behold Nigeria my motherland
A land that sits upon the hills of many waters
A country built on the ancient landmark of heroes band
An Eagle that protects her citizens in the arms of her feathers.
A beautiful Nigeria whose fields are as green as green could ever be
An Iroko that stands on the root of peace and unity
A fertile land that is as fertile as fertility can ever be
A united people, a proud nation void of segregation nor discrimination in her city.
My motherland a land that upholds the staff of dignity and natural endowment
A land of unity and peace glowing like a river of gold across the horizon
A nation that feeds on the diet of heavens supplement
An ocean that runs through the test of raging storms un-torn.
My motherland! My motherland!
A Nigeria that adores her women more highly than the Queen of England
An Olive that yields more than the cedars of Lebanon
A land whose daughters are as beautiful as the daughters of Job in Jerusalem's land
An independent country as powerful as the King Nebuchadnezar of Babylon.
It's Nigeria my motherland
A land that rests on the pillars of her freedom
A country seated on the pearls and treasures of many Ireland
A Nigeria that lives on the soil of heavens wisdom.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
The news arrived
Of the new arrival.
We grant him
All the Rights,
Privileges,
And Responsibilities
Accorded to
A son, brother,
And grandson.
May his endowment
Of love and honour
Stand him in good stead.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
so now, do I, I do,
he favors the the top of my breast ,
where the spaghetti strap leads
his eye lower, to the fulsome swelling,
curves he favors in a linear
world
these magnets of human flesh are
attributes of me, unsolicited, part
of my “collegial endowment” and
yet,
no denial,
this egg of my accent,
a fullness employable, knows well,
full employment
ah, mon oeuf d'accent,
the accent of my accidental,
for lives are just linear lines
warped occasionally, nicely.
swelling in wonderful frailty,
the curvature of the human
eyes, that draw curves of
human spirit,
^that are drawn by sprites
with wickedly humorous
insight*
Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 3:55 PM UTC
hey there pretty lady
I'm beguiled by your smile
do you think that maybe
you could stay awhile
I've a million things
I want to say to you
I've a whole lifetime
to spend loving you
I've been waiting for you
forever so long
now that I've found you
my heart is full of song
my gift of love
for you I declare
its fond endowment
we'll always share
hey there pretty lady
I'm beguiled by your smile
do you think that maybe
you could stay awhile
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
The sound of silence.
Peace after violence.
A mother’s browbeaten servitude.
A child’s coerced gratitude.
The world’s most prosperous nations.
Architects of the most dangerous machinations.
Economies like never before;
A life that still leaves you wanting more.
The embezzlement of public finances.
The settlement of a case’s nuances.
Two colluding entities declaring each other free of ******
With ease, starving YOUR wallet until YOU are down on your knees.
The oath: ‘to protect and serve.’
The reality? ‘To suspect and unnerve.’
A cartel that’s in charge of the guns;
Like leaving a brothel in the hands of Huns.
The lie of representation in government.
The election, expectation of endowment.
Spending your life washing your master’s feet,
Then somehow being surprised by their trickery and deceit.
The mistake of prioritising convenience.
The finalising of our own, eventual obsolescence.
We are a species that will die
Clueless of our role in it, desperately asking ‘why?’
When it’s way too late.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
When a person understands his own way of thinking
he can be a relieved being:
The worst feeling for a human being to feel is fear
People always seek safety, tranquility, security to not get to know fear again
Then?
My biggest fear is my heart stops working
Jan 2, 2023
Jan 2, 2023 at 7:54 AM UTC
My parents marital bed, twas very plentiful
Seeds of love did sprout, they were bountiful
Eleven babes were born, one short of a dozen
Fecundity they could tout, a tally so bountiful
A brood of progeny, fertile twas their pairing
Ever a large brood about, an abode bountiful
Each of the children, bringing a festival of mirth
Growing in nurture devout, truly quite bountiful
An endowment of pride, from a loving couple
A clan which did spout, of gifts most bountiful
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
Money was nothing to me until I fell in love
I whispered to heaven seeking the most high above
To send me the portion of my life's blessing
Now is the time I need it to express my love feelings
I can't wait to possess my wealth and treasure
To ease my way to the lifestyle of pleasure
Because love will not stay with a man empty handed
And unfortunate for me the heavens are undecided
Resolving to other means that is bad
I transformed my being to a desperate lad
My deeds paid off as I live in my prime
Only for love's seek I committed my first crime
I went unpunished and enjoyed every moment
Lavish at any joint all I got from my endowment
Just to impress and win her total submission
For more she requested I gave without option
I got an odd job to keep our lovely affair
Right under my nose she was having an affair
Poor in her abode, love hosted me like a tout
Trapped under an oath there was no way out
I played along like everything is normal
Advisers encourage me to make love and I formal
Since I can afford to provide bread without butter
I fixed a wedding date to take her to the alter
I got married to love with a borrowed suit and tie
In my marriage vows, they told me Romeo must die
Shock with this verdict I inquired what will be of juliet
Before I could get an answer I was hit with a bullet
My heart bleed, I prayed for God's surviving grace
But millions are willing ready to take my place
So I gave up the ghost not to be a love slave
As my heart was led to rest in a players grave.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
Filled with the fullness of measure
Of Christ, the wholeness of his stature
In grace, endowment and wisdom--
No faliure alibi hast thou to tender
Why you can't glitter in thy kingdom
Calling in life, be it as a preacher,
Sportsman, teacher, trader or musician,
Save you are super fool--a politician
That fritters away the flourishing treasure
Of his country: promising always an elephant
With vain bogus budgets and speech lofty;
But for maze, could only deliver folks an ant.
But here are the effulgent stars: Lo,
Behold *baba Adeboye! see *bishop Oyedepo!
Thy own gift can shine for the entire earth
Also to see, without comparing thine glory
With another's, focusing on the blessed berth
Of heaven, when your labour and life cease.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
Legend in chalk, legend talks, legend squawks, legend walks. Legend’s fate of the great encrypted, scripted or unscripted. The enchantment and endowment of maybes. Legend beckons some determined or predestined babies! Egos aglow, from awesome heroes, Negroes, Neros and zeros of long ago. Clever blowing, growing, knowing and showing wind. There is where legends begin. Doubted and shouted at by the rest! We endeavor and are forever known and shown as the best.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC
All around campus there are these little black ***** like hanging
alien eggs. Glossy, obsidian bubbles concealing cameras that
record time-stamped, audio and hi-def video.
Could this surveillance footage ever be sent to parents?
Imagining letters sent to parents about campus/dorm surveillance
Dear Mr & Mrs Vionet, we have observed countless kisses,
disheveled morning walks and late night visits which indicate
that your daughter is a scandalous little ***** We just wanted you
to know, in case you want to know more. As campus security it’s
part of our business to keep a full, digital record, detailing her sluttiness.
Your friends in campus security.
P.S.
Would you care to donate to the University endowment fund?
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 8:17 AM UTC
*I am the reflection of the Sun's smile,
The treasure of earth's endowment
And
The royalty of heaven's depth
I am the rising sun,
The monumental fictions of tales untold
The spiral of love's call
And
The muse that eludes Misery's voice
I am enough*
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:42 AM UTC
The faux dark
Sparkles
In the shade
Of your heart
I sense troubles
Being played
Loud enough
To disturb
My dreams.
Sounds off,
Superb
The full moon beams
Invade
The silence
Of the horizon
My surrounding swayed
Loosing balance
Bursting my emotions
Love transpires
As a winner
No matter the moment
Fueling smiles,
From spring to winter
Of nature’s endowment.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
At the outset of a variable weather day
Sunlight spangles danced in the skies above
Was such a brilliance of radiant beams
As mid afternoon drew closer a change did arrive
In the grey smudged clouds rolled
Replacing the bright morn's festival
Whereupon came a moistening festival
Raindrops fell for the rest of the day
Down the damp quenching rolled
The billows unloading from high above
Which farmers were gladdened to see arrive
Their worried brows begat more calming beams
Fields lush in verdant vibrant green beams
The wetting so joyous of a happy festival
Dutiful was the timely drink's arrive
A difference made within a single day
Welcome were the heavy showers gifted above
Pasture lands looking minted and gold rolled
The reverse clime's dices had been rolled
Water storages filled with streaming beams
Such a gracious endowment up above
Unto landholders giving a grand festival
Altering the complexion of the day
Providence surrendered on needed arrive
A goodly amount of thirst saving did arrive
On the dark masses prospect being rolled
There was an improved outlook to the day
Ever men of acreage seek hopeful beams
So they can enjoy a precipitation festival
Wishing upon the receipt in clouds above
In their thoughts what is happening above
When will the heaven's bestowments arrive
Always championing the dowsing's festival
Then for them soils ideally bank rolled
On conditions being sated so nicely of beams
Will the soaking occur on this day
Festival glee awaited in the atmosphere above
Day did dawn with a dazzling sun's arrive
Rolled by the promise of eve's drenching beams
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
ALL I EVER WANTED
Whenever I
looked into
her eyes I
see
everythang I
ever desire.
In her words
I find hope,
word so
sedate
could Softly
make lions
eat grasses.
I sought
wife and I
have finally
find
myself life.
Her love is
my whole
life.
I can't deny
what she
make me
feeling.
It's true love
I'm seeing.
Her pretty
gentle
smiles gives
me courage
and her
laughter
brighten up
my faith.
When she
sighs
miracle tend
to happen.
She's so
charming alluring
brown
skinned her
magical
presence could
make one
spend a
lifetime with
her without
remembering
home neither
Telephone.
She's
extraordinary
super
endowed.
Her
natural
endowment
her figure
eight,
curvy hips
that makes
me always
desired her.
She's truly
a pride
to the
womanhood.
She's my
woman of
life my
wife.
#c9_fm
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
Green is for fertility, ever growing as the day, lively as earth
And
Filled with nature's Endowment.
Blue is for calm and serenity,
A quiet peace of mind, a beautiful
Loner,
For meditation and interaction
Between God and Man,
A proud solace of the Ocean deep.
Red is for igniting, vibrant and a sense of Impulse, a feeling of
Danger and Anger,
A momentum that when harnessed
Can bring out a powerful aura.
The colour for love and also the
Colour for hatred, Red is danger.
White is for Angels and Heaven deep,
A spotless robe, ephemeral, for
Intertwining of the Supreme,
A perfect path to life,
Too spotless, too clean, too Ethereal,
White is always White.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
When we are gifted with the secret knowledge of life,
it is in our heart’s nature to exult and boast with flurry; this feeling is power making love and giving birth, upon rapid waves of universal symphonic hums of intelligence rooting inside your true core and bursting through your bloodstream.
However,
When such a lucid instance occurs,
surrender to silence,
for silence is the humble endowment you cosmically place upon the universes’ crown, as wisdom is what it celestially places upon yours.
Verbal language can never prove what the enlightening language of silence delivers.
the spiritual light recites its poetry in the psyche’s temple of wisdom that eternally makes up the soul, a sanctuary that we all must gain knowledge of, constantly be aware of, acknowledge, and nurture.
Only those who seek shall receive and in their triumph accept the religion of silence.
true language channels through the silenced mind and with that obtain truth.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
Beauty Is As Beauty Does
A Story by Eclipsing Moon-blood red
If enough people are interested I will continue with this series as a Book with chapters this one being renamed ...Beauty Is As Beauty Does-Prologue .
Beauty Is As Beauty Does
A Story by Eclipsing Moon-blood red
If enough people are interested I will continue with this series as a Book with chapters, this one being renamed ...Beauty Is as Beauty Does-Prologue.
In the dark recesses of the void, we call our universe a cloud was forming, one devoid of morals or intent.
The molecules came together under the thought processes of a malignantly minded old sorcerer, blended with his hope of a lasting endowment of centuries of learning and spell castings.
He was searching for a one to carry on his knowledge and spells of potion and this cloud could carry out the espying in secret as he wished...under cover of dark and thought...unless a spirit was descerned by another caster of woven potions.
Today in time was measured more by centuries and decades as the process took... its form...questing for the entity as this universe and others had been targeted for his type of Magic...sorcerers specialized in their trade and like all good practioners he had his fireworks shows with energy beams and potion majic mixed to control and manipulate the certain being he was working with...for power was the name of his gambit...the access and addition of as well as controlling in the sphere of a society...let’s just say he got his jollies from using others well earned energy..What they worked for...he stole and reveled in the process.
It just so happened that today...his cloud was in the vicinity of a planet known to the Magical world as Earth...Terra...this being inhabitied by beings in many dimensions and frequensies...it seemed to home in on a child...being birthed as a logical consideration ..So that; further study was merited
.Marking this beings location in the foothills of a hidden mountain range ...in the Tibetan range and former birthplace of a religious teacher known as Lord Buddha...Siddhartha...and a nice long history in the telling of the Monks who followed him...this time a twist a counter turn of the incarnation was a Female child ..Looking to be imbued with the same set of majical powers...and the beginning of another time and space of reign as the first...excellent time to lay claim to the mind and teachings of this ...ONE..Of Beauty.
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC
Bitter Water
This is prompted by the death of TV actor Peter Breck the emotion is defiantly not nostalgic
All though it can cause that strange feeling of bitter sweet sorrow no his is the images and the loveliness
Of the man to catch that certain something the endowment of grace that is set apart and alone
Expressions that linger like the sight and smell after a fresh rain as if you tried to hold that which is
Exquisite and fragile it can only be observed and honored but never possessed it is the richest and rarest
It is life’s human brevity like art’s master pieces they appear unbidden they blaze they ignite the very air
Then evaporate but at times the right person is there when contact is made and they are gifted in a way
That they are not only able to capture wonder and appreciate it but they are able to reproduce it in the
Most extraordinary way that baffles and enthralls everyone else with shadings of colors that are alive it
Parades magnificence in common paths that cause the piece to resonate the divine impetus of creation
Spell binding earthmoving in the true and great idea of what art is supposed to be to see what is
Forgotten and missed by most but through intensity of vision you quell chaos peace assuredly is
Harnessed a new never was it viewed in this dimension and grandness of scale impart to me thy secrets
And give visitation to strains that are the bleeding forth of Heavenly deigns in the mix of earthen woes
Treasures are indifferent to me after this awaking I wonder seeking another glimpse and then at a great
Distance the slightest glimmer a tiny spark of promise causes the eyes to brighten the pulse rate to
Increase you are closing in on the mystifying impetus of creative power you begin a dance that recedes
Only after fire has spent its glory through your veins such was the life Peter lived and gave to us all
Thanks Peter you will be sadly missed
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 1:01 AM UTC
this one is of a lesser activity, it doesn't
really involve the nine jokes of egypt
and the final "plague" / ultimate condemnation
of what ideal was reigning egypt at the time:
architectural necrophilia - the pyramids
are just that, not the modern sense of
the word, the old sense of it, in terms of architecture;
but unlike the pillar of fire ahead,
and the pillar of smoke that attracts
atheists... this aversion to the fire is also
a grecian sentiment to the near simplicity
of the hebrews when pre-socratics arose,
followed by the students of socrates and
archimedes - it's very much a testimony of zeus
and hades - lightning ahead, and thunder
behind... indeed if hades is not a person
but a realm (typical human fear exampled)
hades bellows, howls and snarls like a hungry wolf:
the lightning is representative of the sharpness
of cognition - the origin of science and
the laconic darwinism of aristotle - hidden for
so long and almost entirely discarded because
it was more interesting for man to represent man:
in all affairs orientating man to man,
rather than man to conservation projects -
not why the rhino evolved to have a horn,
but why would man evolve to cut it off...
given man sharpened flint and put it on
the end of a spear and made ivory not a weapon
the rhino deems fit... but an ornament of
a tea table leg in beijing;
the thunder? we all know who coined the
endowment if one follows him - st. peter,
paul, matthew john etc. were known as sons
of thunder... strange that they were not
known as sons of lightning... i guess dim witted
is adequate enough to provide comparison -
shouting maniacs who didn't really bother to think.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC
all the day's longing
has driven me here
teenage angst is
yesterday's excuse
searching, seeking
trying, failing
by error I conclude
savvy I do not hold
but oh, am i good at being fragile
Lucky for me,
I know someone
who handles with care
'tis sweet, the endowment
of calls to mercy
my lone obligation
to enjoy Him forever
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
My friend reminds me of summer
He smells of fresh cut grass
And clean air
A mosaic
Blue sky and clouds
Wildflower meadows
Cold running streams
He is warm and musical
Kind and funny
But his eyes are sometimes sad
He has the biggest heart
And tries and strives to be and do
So much for so many
He often forgets to account for himself
I think there is a hole
Deep inside
His heart seeks to fill
And somedays he is lonely
Even when he is not alone
He gives the best hugs
and tells the best jokes
He is patient when I am an idiot
Which sometimes is a lot
He is kind when I am afraid
Which happens more
Than I like to admit
He is just as mortal and vulnerable
As anyone else
He doesn’t hide from it
It becomes his strength
He stands boldly
In the face of harsh challenges
alone
Like a superhero or maybe a myth
Few men have the will to try
It’s funny to watch
The people scurry by him
As if
He is untouchable and unknowable
Titles can be a cruel endowment
For people with good hearts
All
I see
When I look at him
Creative passionate soul
Big hearted
Knucklehead
Little boy
Emperor king
A man of complex nature
A man of contrasts
Light and dark and rainbow prisms
Soul and funk and jazz
A perfectly unique recipe
For a man
My friend
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
What's my dictionary of life?
Giving meaning to every single moment,
valuing God_given endowment,
being in the path I've chosen,
never let my heart be frozen,
not a word be unspoken?
Giving each moment the best definition
without repetition
and being a good example
for the prospective generation
...
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
Your prayer wheel spinning
is an axis of hope
Radiating energy to every
corner of the Universe
Nothing can hide
from the Mani wheel
My metal cannot bend
Nor oil be my blood
to the spiritual pump
living within
The bond by distance
cannot be severed
by timeless E-longings
with the whirl of constant emptiness
filling/feeding a mechanical pump
that has pace maker rthyms
of endowment
Let your axis of hope
your mani
breathe in life ,
the spiritual Ghost
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
Now that the daze of drought has cleared,
And the torrent has stopped,
The cloud of harvest gathered
In the womb of the sky.
Cord of famine has broken,
Trembling under the transformational winds of coolness, making our farmland to yield bumper harvest, banishing the vessels of poverty.
Forest adorned the toga of greenness and the beasts in their loneliness, hiding under the cooler shade of trees.
Farmers regally rejoiced in the natural endowment.
Now that the rain has stopped
Let the shekere of harvest announces its arrival.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC