"enthrone" poems
Nigeria our great and beloved motherland,
where multitudes of tribes unitedly stand.
Our land of hope by two rivers divided,
with lush vegetation by nature provided.
Nigeria our home of people resilient.
A land of great icons in works diligent.
We hail thee our great and revered black nation,
our land of human dignity and redemption.
God arise and take your place as sovereign Lord.
Enthrone Thyself in Nigeria's seat of power.
Make her edicts and laws Thy eternal word.
Let justice prevail in her courts by the hour.
Our flag will peace and industry symbolize,
whilst our history will always immortalize
the deeds and sacrifices of our heroes past.
Help us Lord to serve our beloved land with zest.
Nigeria the blessed will pervasive peace know,
even when the threats of tumults seem to flow.
Her crops and yields will neighbouring countries nourish,
from her fields that inexhaustibly flourish.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 5:01 PM UTC
I can not cry; but try to alter the faulty
System unjust; exploitative, crafty.
Not by guns or bombs; but by words
Sharper to pierce the heart of lords..
Oh! In oil India boils, by brothers‘ plan,
As chicken- in the political, luxury-pan
While the fans of selfish Capitalism fan
The gas ,Cylinders gasp violently, man!
Inflation by salary hike conflagrates
As corruption fumes out choking rates
At the wading helpless, hopeless voters
By fiscal magic masquerades of looters.
In surging words as mirage in deserts
They drag us through the slums -concerts
To vote, to enthrone them with whips of laws
Supported by the ambitious callous fellows
But, I hear the giggling behind the curtain
As silhouettes briskly move for certain.
No more sobbing ,dear ,in our tribulation
But opt ,no more sale of votes in election.
.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
I can not cry; but try to alter the faulty
System unjust; exploitative, crafty.
Not by guns or bombs; but by words
Sharper to pierce the heart of lords..
Oh! In oil India boils, by brothers‘ plan,
As chicken- in the political, luxury-pan
While the fans of selfish Capitalism fan
The gas ,Cylinders gasp violently, man!
Inflation by salary hike conflagrates
As corruption fumes out choking rates
At the wading helpless, hopeless voters
By fiscal magic masquerades of looters.
In surging words as mirage in deserts
They drag us through the slums -concerts
To vote, to enthrone them with whips of laws
Supported by the ambitious callous fellows
But, I hear the giggling behind the curtain
As silhouettes briskly move for certain.
No more sobbing ,dear ,in our tribulation
But opt ,no more sale of votes in election.
.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:01 AM UTC
Like the serpent,
Danger must never be directly approached,
but discreetly addressed.
Power is vernomous.
One bite and your moral senses are paralysed.
The night is the moment for shedding;
Either to assume new evil for the personal good
or to enthrone morality and good service for the greater good.
The threshold to strike back in revenge is sensory education.
Nature makes us susceptible to pain,
harm and disdain.
Wild actions prevail
to cover Timidity in veil.
The tentacles of pleasure
relief the pressure
and gives you something to treasure.
Universally,
we are connected
in more than one way
with an ounce of darkness in each way
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 6:12 AM UTC
Heavenly downpour is here
To wash away every fear,
Cleanse the impure souls
And actualize unachievable goals
Heavenly downpour is here
To make the leaves and flowers
Bloom by her superpowers;
The birds dance happily and stare
Heavenly downpour is here
To carry the burdens we couldn't bear;
Enthrone the gloomy slaves
And enliven corpses in the graves
Heavenly downpour is here
To drown faithless failures and sins
And celebrate the lasting wins
To prove that she truly care
Heavenly downpour is here
To announce another harvest year;
Farmers till and toil the land,
Hoping for bountiful harvest as planned
The cloud cackles and tickles
As she sent down her blessings
To the deserted earth in trickles
Touching the trees by caressings
Children play hide and seek
Both the strong and the weak;
The pitapats of hails on the roofs
Invigorate homes to sing and hoofs
Couples savour the blissful breeze,
The scented moment drew their lips
As their hearts and mouths freeze,
Holding hands and waists in grips
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
The waves are like dominos and metronomes.
Your fear plays the tide, and I, the sand.
Tortured simultaneously by blundering blows.
Torn and composed from hard to crisp to soft.
Laying there.
Taking it.
You glide across, pulling back with your constant motion.
Knowing you could drown me,
Collapse my core,
Enthrone my solidity and override it.
Still,
You draw back.
Over again, and I know you can cover me.
Weaken me.
Shatter my grain.
But we are one.
We are what everyone knows us as.
We coincide, collide,
Divide.
The foolish sand and her molder.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Less any objection with the missus,
versus never experiencing living alone
well...yes during that rough patch,
(sans during early adolescence),
I existed in a bone
huff fied impenetrable cocoon,
and just maybe before
yours truly dies, a clone
can be created from
stem cells of this doggone
melon collie, whimpering
beastie boy finally revelling,
where destiny does enthrone
me rendering unfettered
with round the cluck nymph fone
mani yolk hen pecking, nagging,
and leaching... from blood *******
vampire spouse foregone
as a "bad" dream worse
than getting Rhode
Island sized gallstone
removed subsequently
saving said as gemstone
whiling away hours, days, weeks...
chiseling away at my gravestone,
no matter yours truly will get cremated
ashes scattered, liberated, and dispersed
finally exempt from grindstone,
where thee spirit
of Math Hew Homophone
Scott Harris appeased
as powdery gray flecks
similar to limestone,
that swirl reintegrating with Earth,
this quirky I poetically intone,
and soundlessly utter from jawbone,
perhaps communicating more
clearly by knucklebone.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
Darkness?
Bringing a harshness
Surrounding all who walk
Coming from those who talk
Is darkness depression?
Do we need to do a confession
My footsteps are heavy
Walking through this bevy
Crumbling, I lost some ground
Where will I be found
In others opinions
Seeking dominion
Is darkness ego?
This is our amigo
Ruining our picture
Maybe our permanent fixture
Is darkness a victim?
Come see the sitcom
Funny, I should say that
It presents ****
Darkness is it being alone?
This is what we enthrone
Does darkness turn to light
Or shall we keep up the fight?
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
I laid the first curse
While eating wild Lotus seeds
Encased in revenge
To enthrone the power of greed
The second curse wildly spoken went straight through the heart
For the acts committed by one who crave riches
Were very arranged, cruel and dark
The third curse would spew the truth of humiliation
Unexpected violence the teacher
Blows tethered to ego degradation
The fourth curse and most deadly
I flayed the soul alive
With immense satisfaction took one last look
Into cold blue staring eyes
So what was sowed was reaped
Wealth, prominence and land
But death refuses to accept this as payment
And you must bow to his demands
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
The Muse in the tower,
whose debt you enthrone
Those jewels that you borrow,
—her crown still on loan
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
There will be days when the darkness will claim the right ,
of the day ,
to refuse it’s light ,
for in these times when our dying embers burn,
Stoke the flame .
There will be days when our bodies ache with all the strains of worldly pain and dark days with all their pleasures Will enthrone ,
but for now ,
yes for now ,
hold fast to love .
Then there are the darkest days in the battle fields the Spectors lies
Seem oh so real ,
you fall once again for his slithery hook ,
but still the cavelry marches on
And we play around with sin like building blocks
that leave our pens wide open ,
and the rattles we shake are venomous snakes ,
which leaves our bones abroken ..
For you can’t see what has happened here ,
for all is dark and filled with fear ,
when you can see no silvery clouds above that starry hill ,
the sun moves ever on .
Yet we see only ghost riders near when their horses nostrils flair ,
and a frost covers the icey air ,
for daylight is oh so near ,
beyond the black clouds that we hold so dear ,
our Cavelry marches on
For in. your mind all you seek is rest ,
from the ghosts and Spectors you once called guests ,
run .
And so you hear the Cavelry charge ,
the clink of armour ,
the sword ,
the steel ,
50 ,000 angels near ,
In light the sun rises like a King ,
Sword held high ,
the spectors death .
Valor and integrity rise above their defeated foe .
So as the sun rises to Colours that stretch out the land ,
to crimson blues and golds ,
in Christ the victory march unfolds .
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
with the roundaboutness
of an ill fitted crown,
phrenologically slipshod
as his kingdom.
though not without charm.
courted by the full revolutions
of flies, he sits on a chipped
plastic lawn chair.
weathered dull to its whiteness,
agonizingly rickety when
cast to enthrone.
outflanked by weeds burying
the ***** cut of a lawn, before
an abandoned house.
standing testament, as once was--
the ghost he is, to himself and
his subjects.
dynastic-minded, he shuffles
through succsessors, always
forgetting where he left off.
it's the damnedest thing, the
embodied centrality of being a
king.
the psychic conduit of a people,
spokes to a hub--ground to a halt,
he.
unnerved to limbo, a footfall's
difference the living, and or the
dead.
the people of his kingdom have
come to call him: The King of the Weeds.
always uttered with utmost deference,
midst his overgrown mind.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
And back into the world I go
To tread this path alone
Though often one of shadows
With the pharaohs I enthrone
My mortal soul has seen the glow
Of Horus, chosen sun
Of Isis and Osiris
I was bred to be as one
To learn these lands
To lend these hands
As but a grain
Of shifting sands
Until my time is done
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC