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The Best in Life – A Poem

Everyone wants the best things in life. It does not just come to you; you’ve got to make it happen. You must envision it. You must create your vision. You must work at it to make it a reality. It starts on the potter’s wheel of your mind. Allow this poem to be the clay that helps you mold your best life now. Allow this poem to speak to your soul. Please, read all about it.

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A good reputation is better than a blimp bank account, e’er straightway striving, a good name to maintain. Your death date more than your birth date telling, the clear-cut chronicle of your lifetime revealing. Fructiferous or not, the end thus definitely discerning. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

“Sages invest themselves in hurt and grieving, thinking much about the afterlife; e’er investing their fast and furiously fleeting lives to do the right.” — Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze.

You learn more at a funeral than at a feast for death is the best teacher; e’er taking stock of your fleeting days; after all, that’s where we’ll end up in time. From a funeral something discovering; from feasting latitudes, not much learning—upon these things thus ruminating. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

Think about your life.

Crying is better than laughing, the face forthwith blotching, and the heart’s sourcing. Suitably, the lungs now opening, the countenance first off squeaky clean via a hearty austere ablution. Readily exercising the eyes, and the temper soothingly calming down. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

Sages invest themselves in hurt and grieving, thinking much about the afterlife; e’er investing their fast and furiously fleeting lives to do the right. Fools e’er wasting their lives in fun and games, the many moments decimating and drifting without aim. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

“You don’t have all the time in the world. So, don’t waste time. Instead, invest your fast and furiously fleeting lives to do the right.” — Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze.

You’ll get more from the rebuke of a sage than from the song and dance of fools. Better be not a bragger, chillax and have some common sense, clever corrections cert courteously consenting. Upon these many facts reasoning—really, a truly good friend will openly correct you. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

The giggles of fools are like the crackling of twigs under the cooking pot; they’re thinning out into nothingness like the e’er disappearing smoke rising. The wise e’er remaining glad to learn and be instructed, but the babbling fools so flat on their faces free falling. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

Be teachable—Listen! Learn! Grow!

Brutally straight off stupefying even the wise, and bribery double time the mind heavily debasing. All oppressive tendencies right now denouncing and uprooting; all slush fund tendency lines straightway steadily and suitably crushing and fast flushing. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

Endings are really better than beginnings; tell it; at this juncture, the story of success or failure fast telling. Thoughtfully reflecting, sticking to it is better than standing out, the spirit of patience now embracing; from the refrains of a haughty spirit steadily withdrawing. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

Sticking to it is better than standing out. Be a never-giver-upper. Stay the course even when no one believes in you. 

Don’t be quick to fly off the handle, or the little living light of your sanity candle is quickly quenched. A steaming skittish anger straightaway boomeranging and banging, you can spot a puerile prating fool, the narcissist, by the lucid lumps on his head bulging and hanging. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

Don’t always be asking, “Where are the good old days?” Wise folks, questions like that ne’er at all asking. From the past pronto perceiving, our present presently, perfectly, and permanently pruning; our future first and foremost favorably firm forming. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

Look forward—our future first and foremost favorably firm-forming.

Wisdom is better when paired with money blooming. I’m inheriting an inheritance quite ochroid and glistening. While you’re yet living, these duo benedictions better still surfacing and receiving; much winning-wisdom-wealth e’er embracing and e’er elevating. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

Wisdom is a defense defending, as money is a defense safeguarding. A double protecting presidio the two bastions subsisting; however, wisdom-supreme its possessor perfectly and potently energizing. Really, wisdom’s many advantages suitably stabilizing. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

Be Wise—See where others don’t see. 

I’m now perceiving the way God’s things are falling in line in pleasant places, now taking a good look at God’s works and its sui generis design. Who could simplify and reduce Creation’s curves and angles to a direct straight line, these very facts of nature not at all fighting I resign. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

On a good day, yourself engaging and enjoying; on a bad day, your conscience ergo examining. For both kinds of days, God readily at once fitly arranging; not at all taking anything thus for granted. The best in life right now embracing, the best in life cert celebrating. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

Follow My Paths that fall in pleasant places. I am forever close by. Hear my voice.

A good reputation is better than a blimp bank account, and really you learn more at a funeral than at a feast once again reminiscing. Crying is better than laughing, and sages invest themselves in hurt and grieving. The best in life right now embracing, the best in life cert celebrating. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

You’ll get more from the rebuke of sage than from the song and dance of fools, and their giggling is like the crackling of twigs under the cooking pot—upon these very facts forthwith ruminating. The best in life right now embracing, the best in life cert celebrating. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

Think about your life…

Brutality straight off stupefying the wise; endings are really better than beginnings. Don’t be quick to fly off the handle, and don’t be asking, “Where are the good old days?” The best in life right now embracing, the best in life cert celebrating. I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

“I’m now perceiving the way God’s things are falling in line in pleasant places, now taking a good look at God’s works and its sui generis design.” — Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze.

Wisdom is better when paired with money blooming; wisdom is a defense defending—money is a defense safeguarding. Now perceiving the way God’s things are falling in line, on a good day enjoying—your conscience on a lousy day examining. The best in life now embracing, the best in life cert celebrating. 

I’m certainly considering these facts fecund, the best in life now fitly grasping.

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Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze is an entrepreneur and the Founder, CEO, Editor-In-Chief of Oaekpost, LLC, a U.S.-based online media company and the parent organization of www.oaekpost.com. He is a multi-niche writer with a wide range of interests in various genres. Agom-Eze is based in the Greater Seattle Area, Washington, and can be reached at ogb@oaekpost.com.

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In the Moment! — A Poem to Ruminate On

Our lives are a culmination of moments. It could be good moments or bad ones. We must cherish the moments that make up our lives. We must learn from negative ones and relish the positive ones. Open your heart to the words of this poem to learn from the nuggets hidden within its lines. Read, feel, believe, and receive!

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Do you ever stop to ask yourself, why? Do you ever wonder how? Of course, we all do ask ourselves these questions, don’t we? Unfortunately, we all do have our moments in life—moments of joy, pain, trials, and happiness. We experience moments where we feel like we’ve had enough. We also experience moments where we feel like, “I can’t take this anymore.” Sometimes, we also experience moments of jubilation and achievement. Our lives are indeed a kaleidoscope of many hues of moments.

“…the choices we make in the many “moments” we experience are paramount and can define the rest of our lives.” — Uju Chukwuma.

Because moments can indeed be daunting, it presents itself with no clear roadmap or perhaps no roadmap at all in most circumstances. However, the choices we make in the many “moments” we experience are paramount and can define the rest of our lives. Hence, we must pay due diligence in making the best out of each moment we experience. Moments are like seasons. They are there to remind us that our lives are not in our hands and that we have little or no control over what can or what happens in our lives. This poem is coming to you to encourage you to see the light even in the darkest tunnel. I hope you enjoy reading this piece. 

In the Moment

Live in the moment. It is today that you have; tomorrow is not certain.
In the moment of grief, be encouraged and know that it happened for a reason and brief—
In the moment of pain, smile and reflect on its lessons time and time again—
In the moment of trials of fate, be patient because indeed it has an expiration date—
In the moment of sadness, count your blessings and be thankful with gladness.

In the moment of glee, don’t hesitate to embrace it indeed— 
In the moment of peace and more, don’t be the one to cause an uproar—
In the moment of love, enjoy it and learn to love back with truelove—
In the moment of happiness, remember to share it around sans any scrappiness.

Take out time to relax, rewind, and unwind.
In the moment of stress, take out time to relax, rewind and remind yourself that life is one step at a time at best—
In the moment of dismay, ride the waves of life and await its result come what may—
In the moment of challenges and tests, roll up your sleeves and remind yourself, you are more than capable at best—
In the moment of change, embrace it and join the dance beats engaged.

In the moment of hard work, don’t entertain distractions and lazy talks; keep your focus up—
In the moment of work, remember that toil does not kill; it only makes you wiser and strong like a rock— 
In the moment of success, laugh like a child and laugh hard; after all, you worked hard for it, so don’t digress—
In the moment of receiving, remember that it is likewise good to give perceiving.
“In the moment of success, laugh like a child and laugh hard; after all, you worked hard for it, so don’t digress—”
In the moment of errors and mistakes, remember that no one was born perfect; we all make mistakes—
In the moment of anger, hold back and don’t think retaliation; please bury the rancor—
In the moment of fear, put on the armor of faith, knowing that you can overcome and then some—
In the moment of offense, learn to forgive; after all, you’ve also hurt someone in the past tense.

In the moment of loneliness-mood, reach out to someone; remember, someone somewhere needs your company and kindness too. 
In the moment of war, let unity, love, strength, and peace be the things you care for—
In the moment of ill-health, don’t be drowned by fear; everything’s going to be alright, that’s wealth—
In the moment of lack, be sure to welcome the help, and you will comeback.
“In the moment of ill-health, don’t be drowned by fear; everything’s going to be alright, that’s wealth—”
In the moment of misconceptions, proving them wrong should be your interception—
In the moment of failure, don’t quit; you never know; you may just succeed in the subsequent trial of lore—
In the moment of recovery, know that it will be slow, pretty steady, but not business as usual; it’s more of a discovery— 
In the moment of learning, pat yourself on the back for every milestone achieved discerning.

In the moment you feel like crying out loud, don’t hold back the tears; let it roll down; you may just feel better afterward—
In the moment you feel like shouting, a scream might just do the job without doubting—
In the moment you feel like punching something or someone out, take a chill pill, go for a run and shake it off, for that is clout—
In the moment you feel trapped, float and soar high with your wings spread and steadily flapped.
“In the moment you feel trapped, float and soar high with your wings spread and steadily flapped.”
In the moment of insecurity, remember you are perfect just the way you are, so shun insecurity— 
In the moment of depression, remember you’re not alone; stand tall in ascension—
In the moment of regret, don’t dwell on the bad; think of the good, and the bad forget—
In the moment of confusion, as blurry as it may, think it over, better still, talk it over; it will indeed become clearer in conclusion. 

In the moment of laughter, relish the tonic of its wholistic effect; you might want to take it often hereafter.
In the moment of fulfillment, be proud of it but don’t take it to a boastful stage of entitlement—
In the moment of relaxation, put your feet up with a cuppa, for that is a jolly good station—
In the moment of enjoyment, indulge in the fun as your tasteful self-employment.
“In the moment of relaxation, put your feet up with a cuppa, for that is a jolly good station.”
In the moment of waiting, don’t be out onto the runway; patience is the key here; you never know; it may just come through another runway. Wait for it! I am stating—
In the moment of brokenness, don’t give up; it will all come together one day; please don’t mind my outspokenness—
In the moment of disappointment, re-strategize and try again, and success will be your appointment— 
In the moment of embarrassment, make a joke out of it and find someone to laugh it over with; it’s all excitement. 

In the moment when you feel stranded, let your imagination run wild, for you will indeed find a solution granted—
In the moment when you feel moody, you can make someone’s day with a smile, so don’t be broody—
In the moment when you feel surprised, be grateful for the people you are surrounded by, your happiness harmonized—
In the moment when you feel idle, don’t limit yourself; get your hands busy, and never be suicidal.
“Take every moment by the horn. Subdue it. Dominate it and live your best life ever.” — Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze.
In the moment of victory, celebrate your wins and take the vibrant lap of victory—
In the moment of newness, don’t despise new beginnings as you show your trueness—
In the moment of quietness, be still; enjoy the moment and listen to your inner spirit in stillness—
In the moment of realization, know that it is the story of your new dawn narration.

Appreciate each moment as it happens; life itself is too short—live in the moment. 

“Take every moment by the horn. Subdue it. Dominate it and live your best life ever.” — Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze.

Your life is a culmination of many moments. What you make of each moment will define what your life will eventually become. It is time to be happy. It is time for you to relish every moment you still have the opportunity to experience. Internalize the rudimentary gist of this poetry—live in the moment. Make sure that you enjoy the little things that life brings your way. Cherish every moment that Your Maker blesses you with. Make the best of every moment.

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Espionage Games – A Poem

Sleuthing, snooping, spooking, or spotting—whatever name it bears; stems from the quest for global supremacy and insatiable thirst for power in the community of nations. They are watching themselves at the highest clandestine levels, employing espionage’s many dimensions to gather highly classified intelligence information. Yet not known by many, it is a top-notch intelligence network—available to all but seen and understood only by a few with a higher level of understanding and perception. In the world of espionage, you never know who is watching. Find out more via this mind-intriguing poem.

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Eyeballing the nations, the global hawk-eyes of the grandmaster sleuths are in the skies peeping and prying; they are observing, watching, and listening. The winged techno-aves from a high macrocosmic vantage point are soaring and orbiting, mapping, and imaging, and a mega cartload of information aggregating. From the Air, Land, and Sea, the cosmopolitan panopticon yet strong remaining; from sundry standpoints e’er snowballing. The imperial hunt for an all-encompassing supremacy is now continuing, and the rat race for cosmic dominance is now triggering. Unearthing the rudimentary treasuries of espionage; unmasking the many faces of reconnoiter games. They stand accordingly and dart increasingly, the quest for Intelligence, of sheer magnificence.

So unassuming, they blend into everyday lives. But they are still observing.

Sleuthing, snooping, and spotting, they are Sherlock Holming, James Bonding, Jackie Chan-ing, and Bourne Identifying. Brandishing and employing their multifarious technologies yet, the Mysterious Skein of Lowdown now weaving and exhibiting, their intelligence muscles now flexing. They are Capturing Intelligence Always; they are Milking Intelligence 6 times. Their diverse Kens Greatly Building; they are Managing Observations, Scouting, Scrutinizing And Discovering leads; it’s Semper occtulus, that’s the game, and it is what it is—always secret. Unearthing the rudimentary treasuries of espionage; unmasking the many faces of reconnoiter games. They stand accordingly and dart increasingly, the quest for Intelligence, of sheer magnificence.

“Breaking codes and ciphers, a ton of Intelligence now unveiling…”

Breaking codes and ciphers, a ton of Intelligence now unveiling; employing sundry argot champions, various views, and Lingoes now understanding. Counting their geniuses all, a conglomerating plumage of sages is now populating, all for one and one for all—from Doctors, Engineers, and Linguists alike, to Chemists, Physicists, Mathematicians plus much more and e’er yet abounding. Yet Local, Internal, Double, Dead, and Live—they are a sleuthing-sagacious-strapping-soldiery; their engagements are sometimes apparent and at other strikingly sub-rosa. Unearthing the rudimentary treasuries of espionage; unmasking the many faces of reconnoiter games. They stand accordingly and dart increasingly, the quest for Intelligence, of sheer magnificence. 

“Eyeballing the nations, the global hawk-eyes of grandmaster sleuths are in the skies peeping and prying…”

Eyeballing the nations, the global hawk-eyes of grandmaster sleuths are in the skies peeping and prying; they are observing, watching, and listening. Sleuthing, snooping, and spotting, they are Sherlock Holming, James Bonding, Jackie Chan-ing, and Bourne Identifying. They are breaking codes and ciphers, tons of information e’er at all times unveiling. It’s a microcosmic Espionage Game, venturing and adventuresome in many ways, and sometimes Machiavellian and somewhat perilous in other ways. It’s all about spy craft and secrets; it’s all about the tradecraft—covert all the way. Unearthing the rudimentary treasuries of espionage; unmasking the many faces of reconnoiter games. They stand accordingly and dart increasingly, the quest for Intelligence, of sheer magnificence.

(NB. Espionage Games – A Poem was initially published in the book Acorns of the Soul, a compendium of poetry, by Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze).

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The Beauty of God – A Poem

The Beauty of God radiates in many ways. We crave the beautiful. We are attracted to the amazing. Things that are noteworthy and stellar catch our attention. Read, feel, believe, and receive!

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Have you imagined what life would be like without all the fantastic things you can achieve, create, or how the things you create make you feel? Better still, how are you able to create such amazing things? The beautiful things we are surrounded by—family, friends, nature, pets. How are you able to become a conduit for so much greatness and possibility? How are you able to become a partaker of the happenstances of life that surround you? A witness of how circumstances fold and unfold themselves, both good and bad.

“Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson.

We all crave the beautiful. We are attracted to amazing things. Things that are noteworthy and stellar catch our attention. We yearn for things that are true, things that are noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable. We often seek out all things that are excellent or praiseworthy. I am pretty sure you have a lot of stories to share about all these instances and more. I call it the Beauty of God. Your passion and creativity are birthed through the beauty of God—The Master of Creativity Himself, the Great Artist. Read on and let this poem resonate with you.

The Beauty of God – A Poem

Autumn, light falls in the park—the wooden path towards the sun shines bright.
 The beauty of God is astonishing, wonderful, and spectacular,
 Is radiant, versatile, and yet modest,
 Is beautiful, glamorous, and stunning,
 Is breath-taking, exuberant, and yet compassionate,
 Is enchanting, phenomenal, and magnificent,
 Is like a shining light, touching every soul—
 Oh! How I love the beauty of my God!
  
 The beauty of God lies in us, knowing we are blessed,
 When He healed the hurting pain—
 When He delivered us from deadly mistakes—
 When He renewed our strength like the eagle bold— 
 When He stopped the hand of the enemy— 
 When He moved us away from calamity—
 Oh! How I love the beauty of my God!

“Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.” — Ashley Smith.

“When He renewed our strength like the eagle bold—”
 The beauty of God lies in our communication with Him now,
 It can be seen in our prayers still—
 It can be felt in our daily activities—if we can but pay attention all—
 It can be heard through the stranger’s call—
 It can be seen when we laud Him in endless praise—Tehilah!  
 It can be heard through our dreams our night song speaks—
 Oh! How I love the beauty of my God!
  
 The beauty of God in our obedience to His will rests’
 We are by His glorious grace—
 We overcome by His mercy, Oh! Meek and mild—
 We are redeemed by His love everlasting and free—
 We are victorious by His wondrous works of glee—
 We are surrounded by His perfect peace so pure—
 Oh! How I love the beauty of my God!

“Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shines forth.” — Psalm 50:2, ESV.

“The beauty of God in our obedience to His will rests…”
 The beauty of God lies in us admiring His creative hands,
 When the birds chirp, tweet, and sweetly sing—
 When the rolling-rippling-waters peacefully flow—
 not knowing where it’s going to end whether high or low,
 When spiders bounce in their fractal furry web and sling,
 When the rainbow exhibits its vibrant colors bright—
 When butterflies stand on flowers white and blue—
 Oh! How I love the beauty of my God!
  
 The beauty of God lies in when we realize—
 We realize we cannot know it all—
 We realize we can never be everything—
 We realize we cannot fight every battle—
 We realize He knows how much we can handle—
 We realize we are not always picture-perfect, 
 but yet He loves us just the way we are all the same,
 Oh! How I love the beauty of my God!

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.” — John Keats.

“The beauty of God can be seen all around us—”
 The beauty of God can be seen all around us—
 We just need to listen more,
 Be attentive more,
 Be patient more,
 Be intentional more,
 To behold more of His wonder,
 Oh! How I love the beauty of my God. 
  
 The beauty of God, how lovely it is to behold it ;
 How lovely it is to embrace it—
 How lovely it is to have it surround us—
 How lovely it is to have it embody us—
 How lovely it is to have it work in our lives—
 Oh! How I love the beauty of my God,
 I just can’t do without it.

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Listen to Me Now – A Poem

Wisdom is the principal thing. The author takes the readers on a poetic journey to the Elysian heights of percipience, where he draws from the Empyrean wells of sagacity. He calls on all readers to listen to the intricate weave of words as he ruminates on revelation. Please read all about it!

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Listen to me now; I’m ready to take you where no metrical mind has ever been before. The flood gates of intellect are wide agape, and wisdom unimaginable e’er is flowing down the success capes. The torrential rains of winning witty creativity from the side of the North profusely pouring. Come one, come all, come with the bucket of your hearts open; Hey you! Hear ye! To this clarion call now attending. Drink, sup, quenching now the thirst and hunger of your ever-yearning soul. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring. The metrical mind meek, now unveiling deep-seated revelation-myriad—Listen now to me.

Listen to me now; hear the wisdom rumble and roll, as ochroid words and nuggets sprout from the aquifers of the North and soul. The world thus now teaching, to the ends of our macrocosm thus reaching. Unearthing poetic understanding and revelation, a wellspring of discernment in you fitly forming with much elation. Wisdom e’er remaining more precious than gold, we’re now plying the highway of the erudite and bold. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring. The metrical mind meek, now unveiling deep-seated revelation-myriad—Listen now to me.

Mental Insight

Listen to me now; I’m eulogizing the teeming treasuries and glories of revelation. Viewing the omniscient depths of soul of the I AM, the blossoming beauties of unimaginable understanding and primordial percipience unfailingly unveiling. The floodgates of rapturous revelation opening, the habitants of our macrocosmic presence instructing. Revelation and sapience superseding information on the high clouds of the side of the North sailing. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring. The metrical mind meek, now unveiling deep-seated revelation-myriad—Listen now to me.

Listen to me now; I’m gently gallantly grasping at Elysian epiphanies never before tapped, never before reached, never before unveiled in the eyes of human existence. I’m now adding value to inspiration-ingots, to my e’er super sprouting serendipity and scope, readily adding value to me. I am now certainly celebrating inspiration over and above information; insight, in the halcyon courts of my lush life and existence itself suitably celebrating. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring. The metrical mind meek, now unveiling deep-seated revelation-myriad—Listen now to me.

Tapping into the depths of the Writer’s Inspiration.

Listen to me now; I’m operating on the distant heights of visionary realms phenomenal; in the presence of the Author of Revelation in the empyrean side of the North seating. This is not information rippling; this is ochroid oracles suitably simmering. The zero-cool declaring, the end from the beginning at once airing. Revelation, the celestial microscope of the deep and divine remaining; the sure Elysian periscope of the prophetic presently perceiving. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring. The metrical mind meek, now unveiling deep-seated revelation-myriad—Listen now to me.

Listen to me now; into the Davy Jone’s Locker of Discernment double-time deep-diving and delving. The depths of the Divine straight-off searching and many matchless mysteries of marvel momentarily and invariably unlocking. These days unleashing the genius of lofty poetic ken, from the pre-eminent Scrolls of Emmanuel’s heart deep things declaring. I am now upon Emmanuel’s telling-tawny-turfs, ne’er at all learning, really, I’m e’er thus discerning. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring. The metrical mind meek, now unveiling deep-seated revelation-myriad—Listen now to me.

Entering the Elysian space of Revelation.

Listen to me now, reaching forth for the golden gems of discernment this clarion call cert publishing; the deep depositories of insight and reasonings right now unraveling. Readily ruminating on the rooted rocks of wisdom-precious that the natural mind cannot perceive. I am undeniably unearthing visions and dreams as I walk the valleys and labyrinth-crypts of celestial sagacity. Totally preferring discernment, over and above learning affirming. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring. The metrical mind meek, now unveiling deep-seated revelation-myriad—Listen now to me.

Listen to me now, considering these cert words carefully cogitating. I’m embracing now revelation and not forgetting forthwith to treasure discernment—revelation over information preferring, discernment over learning e’er easily esteeming. I’m now dining with the Author and Finisher on the tasty delicacies of ambrosial enlightenment and insight we’re forthwith feasting. To the banquet of genius, you’re thus invited, do répondez s’il vous plaît, I’m now pleading. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring. The metrical mind meek, now unveiling deep-seated revelation-myriad—Listen now to me.

Listen to me now (Hum).

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Listen to Me Now

Listening is an art that must be cultivated by everyone who wants to scale the heights of unimaginable success.

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“To listen fully means to pay close attention to what is being said beneath the words. You listen not only to the ‘music,’ but to the essence of the person speaking. You listen not only for what someone knows, but for what he or she is. Ears operate at the speed of sound, which is far slower than the speed of light the eyes take in. Generative listening is the art of developing deeper silences in yourself, so you can slow our mind’s hearing to your ears’ natural speed, and hear beneath the words to their meaning.” — Peter Senge

“Effective listeners remember that “words have no meaning – people have meaning.” The assignment of meaning to a term is an internal process; meaning comes from inside us. And although our experiences, knowledge, and attitudes differ, we often misinterpret each other’s messages while under the illusion that a common understanding has been achieved.” — Larry Barker

“Seek first to understand, then to be understood.” — Stephen R. Covey, 7 Habits of Highly Effective People

Listen to Me Now – A Poem by Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze

Listen to me now, I’m ready to take you where no metrical mind has ever been before. The floodgates of intellect are wide agape, and wisdom unimaginable forever flowing down the mind and reason success-scapes. The torrential rains of winning witty creativity from the side of the North profusely pouring. Come one, come all, come with the bucket of your hearts open. Hey you! Hear ye! To this clarion call now attending. Drink, sup, quenching now the thirst and hunger of your ever-yearning soul. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring.

Listen to me now, hear the winning wisdom rumble and roll, as ochroid words and nuggets fount-fluid spurt from the aquifers of the North and soul. The world thus now teaching, to the ends of our macrocosm thus now reaching. Unearthing steadily poetic understanding and rooted revelation, a wellspring of discernment in you fully forming with much musing and elation. Wisdom e’er remaining more precious than gold, we’re now plying the highway of the erudite and bold. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring.

Listen to me now, I’m eulogizing the teeming treasuries and glories of ruling revelation. Viewing the omnipresent, omnipotent, and omniscient depths of the soul of the I AM, the blossoming beauties of unimaginable understanding and primordial percipience unfailingly unveiling. The floodgates of rapturous revelation opening, the inhabitants of our macrocosmic presence, instructing. Revelation superseding information, on the high clouds of the side of the North super-sailing. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring.

Listen to me now, I’m gently and gallantly grasping at revelations never before tapped, never before reached, never before unveiled in the eyes of all human existence wrapped. I’m now adding value to revelation reel, to my ever-sprouting super serendipity and scope, revelation resultantly adding value to me. I’m now celebrating revelation over and above information; revelation, in the halcyon courts of my meek-luxurious life and existence itself suitably celebrating. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring.

Listen to me now, I’m operating on the distant heights of visionary realms phenomenal; in the palatial presence of the Author of Revelation on the empyrean side of the North seating. This is not information rippling, this is revelation simmering. The zero-cool declaring, the end from the beginning at once airing. Revelation, the cherubic celestial microscope of the deep and divine remaining; revelation, the Elysian piercing periscope of the prophetic peering and perceiving. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring.

Listen to me now, into the depths of Davy Jone’s Locker of Discernment double time deep diving and delving. The depths of the Divine straight off searching, and many matchless metrical mysteries of marvel momentarily and invariably unlocking. These days, unleashing the genius of lofty lyrical, poetic ken, from the pre-eminent Scrolls of Emmanuel’s heart deep things declaring. I’m now cruising upon Emmanuel’s telling tawny turfs, ne’er at all only learning; really, I’m e’er thus discerning. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring.

Listen to me now, reaching forth for the golden gems of discernment this clarion call cert publishing; the deep depositories of insight and reasonings right now unraveling. Readily ruminating on the rooted rocks of wisdom-precious that the natural mind cannot perceive. I’m undeniably unearthing visions and dreams, as I walk through the valleys and labyrinth-crypts of the celestial sagacity streams. Discernment, now tactically and totally preferring; over and above learning affirming. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring.

Listen to me now, considering these cert words of gold carefully cogitating. I’m now embracing revelation, and not forgetting forthwith to treasure discernment. Revelation over information preferring, discernment over learning e’er easily esteeming. I’m now dinning with the Author and Finisher of faiths enjoying, on the tasty delicacies of ambrosial enlightenment and insight we’re forthwith feasting. To this banquet of genius, you’re thus invited; so, répondez s’il vous plaît, “Yes,” I’m now pleading. The savvy sage speaks, the unfathomable truths of essence and reason duly declaring.

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In Due Season

Everything that happens in life is a function of time and seasons. If we will accomplish our goals in due season, we must persevere, aim for the mark of our high calling. We must never give up.

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“Every athlete in training submits to strict discipline, in other to be crowned with a wreath that will not last; but we do it for one that will last forever.” – The Bible, The Apostle Paul, 1 Corinthians 9:25

 “Effort only fully releases its reward after a person refuses to quit.” – Napoleon Hill 

 “Before the reward there must be labor. You plant before you harvest. You sow in tears before you reap joy.” – Ralph Ransom

In Due Season – A Poem by Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze

In due season, I’ll be readily reaping the Brobdingnagian benefits of my long and laborious labor; in due season, I will become a qualifying candidate of frequent fecund favors.

In due season, I’ll become an ever-illustrious luminous lyrical literary light; in due season, I’ll become an ever-scintillating sapience-sizzling steadfast smashing success so bright.

In due season, I’ll be soaring and super-sky-scraping like the ever-energetic Eagle bold; in due season, I’ll be blowing all loud and long my concordant cordon bleu bugle bold.

In due season, I’ll become the thunderous winning whispering whisper; in due season, I’ll be willingly wearing the taking conquest cloak and conspicuous crown ever so crisper.

In due season, I’ll be unearthing the very deep treasuries of resplendent revelation; in due season, I will be seriously scaling the lofty heights of discernment’s erudite elevations.

In due season, I’ll be basking in the beatitude of beautiful benedictions; in due season, I’ll be cruising and speed surfing the tides of prudent precious and prophetic predictions.

In due season, I’ll be unveiling the veils of very vital visions vivid; in due season, I’ll be connecting and completing the circuit of my consummate commission calculation bid.

In due season, I’ll be delivering my diamond decked dream dazzling so icy; in due season, I’ll be telling the tantalizing tales of my ever-triumphant tomorrow that isn’t so dicey.

In due season, I’ll be reaching the terminus of my mega-destiny life-meaning marathon; in due season, I’ll perform and perfect my peppy power packed purpose as I press on.

In due season, I’ll be receiving my ambrosial auriferous accolade; in due season, I’ll be experiencing expressly the ever rolling and rewarding results of prevalent prayers prayed.

In due season, I’ll be certainly chillaxing with the transcendental Trinitarian Monarchies of Zion; in due season, I’ll be feasting a la carte with many moneyed marquises and Scions.

In due season, I’ll be reaping the prolific perks of peculiar patience; in due season, I’ll be unleashing the many magnificent vital spark visions of my ever-effusive ethereal essence.

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Opportunity Game – A Poem

Opportunities come in a flash. We must be perceptive to catch it when it comes, or they will become opportunities forgone.

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Opportunities come once in a lifetime—we see it or miss it, depending on how attentive we are at the happenstances of life. In the words of Demosthenes, “Small opportunities are often the beginning of great enterprises.” The same way a tiny acorn falls to the ground and then becomes a great oak tree tomorrow, the same thing happens with opportunities. Although they may come small, inside of them lies a great chance. If we water it, tend it, it often blossoms to become a significant venture that makes all stand in wonder and admiration.

“Three things come not back—the spoken word, the spent arrow, and the lost opportunity.” — Proverb.

We must then pay attention to the chances that life gives us. We must make sure that we strike the iron while it is hot. An Ann Landers (i.e., a pen name created by Chicago Sun-Times advice columnist Ruth Crowley in 1943 and taken over by Esther Pauline “Eppie” Lederer) once said that “Opportunities are usually disguised as har work, so most people don’t recognize them.” As a result, they miss these golden chances that life throws at them.

“The right opportunity is the key to your rising.” — Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze.

“Within our dreams and aspirations, we find our opportunities.” — Sugar Ray Leonard.

Here is an opportunity to educate your mind via this short poetic verse called “The Opportunity Game.” Please read it with an open mind as you dig deep within your subconscious to release the treasuries of chances that can make you become your best self ever. Digest, assimilate and act on the mindest nutrition that the lines below offer to your growth. Let’s go:

Opportunity Game – A Poem by Ogbonnaya Agom-Eze

You got to get it while you can
Reach out for the stars, look to the
main chance. A stitch in time will
always save nine; do not delay or
golden moments will fly by. Yesterday
is gone, tomorrow is not guaranteed;
make hay while you still may, for today
is fast fleeting away. Necessity they
say is the mother of all inventions; but
be wary my friend, or procrastination
will smother all your good intentions.
Poverty has a parent, sloth is her name.
Hard work is key to winning the
Opportunity Game.
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