BLOG POETRY

 The price of fame;   What's in a name? Feverishly gearing up your act; Not knowing what rules to enact. You keep looking into the mirror; As you rehearse your lines with all vigour; Knowing that deep down in your soul, You have missed the mark with just a meal in a bowl. You know, you have sold your soul to deception; And there is just a thin line between reality and imagination! You let the very essence of who you ought to be, go; just for a moment of faded glory, and now you say no! Yet there is One Who still knows and grieves; For by His stripes we are healed! His Love and Scars are a reminder of His Sacrifice; So don't let it be in vain even in your lingering demise!

 The orchestration of restoration; The manifestation of innovation. And the release of God's Glory, Wiping away all  your fears; then don't worry; As you take that bold step in time; While listening to your heart's beat and rhyme,; You will be surprised at how much you can accomplish; With every stroke of faith as small as a mustard seed, yet not foolish! Bearing in mind, the reason for your call and existence, As you calculate the distance from where you  have also been in pertinence;  To give God the Honour, Praise and Glory for His Love and Manifold Resilience. Poem written by Ewoma.

 People and places, Dresses and cases; Times and seasons, On the move, on the go! Running towards the finishing line, Drilling treasures from a gold mine. Whispering and gossips: Two faced liars and deceivers. Too many people caught up on trips; Just too late to return the hires. But let's all remember that there will be a time of reckoning: Judgements, rewards and beckoning, For those who made their stay worthwhile though sometimes painfully lingering; Yet there would be some who though hindering, Will have their words displayed on Eternal boards and on walls, Where there will be darkness, howling and growling!

 Each moment I wake up,  Listening to the sounds of the waves washing through the shore,. Wondering in my mind the next step to take; If only I wasn't too anxious at this point in time on the horizon of wantoness; I'd see clearly the path which trails down the road of glory and yet tenacity; Which in my heart and deep down in my soul, I deem fit to castigate, And not profligate; But instantly, show someone who needs some love and attention; Advice and direction, Like never before, who lived among the thorns and thistles of merriment and bliss;  Which has now cut deep into the imprint of the soul,  I am glad to say, that I didn't take that plunge into that deep dark hole of despair,  Which comes from obscurity and even uncertainty; Well, I certainly took the right turn, upwards, And this, I must say, has been the best thing, I could ever have done in my entire life! Poem written by Ewoma.

 Oh, my love, My heart's dove.. When will you come? And take me home? Still, sitting and suffering in silence, Waiting for you to arrive in cadence; Battling with the horrors and darkness of rejection; Yes, making claims through the scene of dejection. So, my own, It's now time for bone to meet with bone, No more separation which occured at birth; Journeying alone through the planet earth; Sometimes, feeling the weight and also the thrill of singleness, But now knowing the throes of loneliness! It's now time to become one again, As it was in the beginning, When God created me from you! Poem written by Ewoma.