Every one of us has dreams and ambitions. For plans to come to fruition, you must be relentless and dedicated to achieving your goals. You must persist in fulfilling your aspirations. In the words of Bill Bradley, an American politician and former professional basketball player, “Ambition is the path to success. Persistence is the vehicle you arrive in.” Being persistent is what will keep your dreams alive. It is an ingredient alongside faith, loyalty, courage, self-belief, perseverance, patience, selflessness, vision, focus, hard work, and thorough dedication to helping you achieve your goals.
“Whatever you do, do with determination. You have one life to live; do your work with passion and give your best. Whether you want to be a chef, doctor, actor, or a mother, be passionate to get the best result.” — Alia Bhatt.
Whatever you do, do with determination, and ensure that desire remains the key to your motivation. Your dreams, goals, ambitions don’t just come out of thin air—it happens via relentless pursuit that does not easily give up. You must sweat it out as you embrace determination and hard work. Pay the price to eat the metaphorical rice of purpose. “The Never Relent Decalogue,” written on August 2nd, 2005, is a motivational poem to spur you on to never give up. Stay focused and stay determined and push forward to achieve your life dreams and ambitions. Let’s delve into this poem as we unearth the nuggets buried in its message. Let’s go:
The Never Relent Decalogue—A Rune to Muse On
Never relent in staying on the solid and smooth-soothing, straw and shimmering, pathways of soaring success. Never relent in trusting God to shoot you to the topmost top of your teeming, thriving, and triumphant dignified destiny. Never relent in staying faithful, focused, and forceful, e’er forever your fecund dreams aptly attacking and capturing. Never relent in accessing and readily relishing the depths of God’s cauldron-ken of health, wealth, and wisdom-well. Never relent in gathering all the rosebuds of promise and destiny while the sun still shines and while you still may pronto. ***
Never relent in laboring long to lay hold on the wholly grand and gleaming promises present God has promised you today. Never relent in shunning all thoughts of numbing-negatively-never-laying in the narcoleptic-inducing-arms of pessimism. Never relent in pursuing your God-given golden dreams dazzling, never at all saying never, but always forever saying ever. Never relent in waltzing, walking, and working hand-in-hand with the reviving optimistic arms of Pollyannaism utmost. Never relent in keeping on your purpose light, trusting God to keep you keeping on as you embark on your life-purpose flight. ***
“The price of success is hard work, dedication to the job at hand, and the determination that whether we win or lose, we have applied the best of ourselves to the task at hand.” — Vince Lombardi.
The message and soul of this poem are clear. Be persistent and never give up. Stay on course on the paths of your dreams. Aim high and work hard to get to the apex of your life goals and ambitions. Embrace knowledge and wisdom as you forge onwards. Act in the now and never lag. Don’t allow negativism to cripple your efforts in your journey to become—be positive always as you shun all fatalism. May the lines of this rune give you wings as you fly high to the heights of your goals and objectives!
The Motive of the Minutes – A Poem
Time is forever moving forward. You cannot stop it. Existing in time comes with its many encounters. It could birth happiness or sorrow; hence, we must never joke around with our time. However, the onus lies in you wisely investing our fleeting moments to have a glorious destiny. To find out more on the motive of time, please read all about it.
Time is forever moving forward. The fact is that yesterday is in the past. You cannot retrieve it again—it is gone forever. The fact remains that you cannot go back to yesterday. You only have now. Tomorrow is the future. However, the time you have is the only gift you possess to write the story of your fate and destiny. In the words of Geoffrey Chaucer, the English poet and author once said that “Time and tide wait for no man.” So, you must make good of every moment that you have and that you experience.
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” — William Shakespeare.
Existing in time comes with its many encounters. It comes with its troubles and happiness. How we choose to tackle the moments we have always determines how we will spend the rest of the moments that we now have. Carl Sandburg, the American poet, biographer, journalist, and editor, once said that “Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.” How you spend the coin of time will determine how your life will pan out.
There is a motive in every second, minute, and hour that the Sages of Fate, Destiny, and Time give you. Understand every moment as you make the most of your time. The essence of this Poem, “The Motive of the Minutes,” is to inspire you to see the value of every moment you have. Be motivated as you read this verse to invest your seconds, which takes care of your minutes. Invest your minutes, which then takes care of the hours of your life and destiny. Let’s get down to the brass tracks as we add value to our minds via this piece.
The Motive of the Minutes
There is a reason why time never stops— Randomly bringing diverse encounters to different people —the Sage of Fate deciding the encounters. People ending up in tears or with smiles— But it is only for a moment—ponder, As the body is fragile—a wonder, And crying a long time would break it asunder. —to the extent that is beyond repair airing— As smiling for a long time would—quite exhilarating —birthing self-entitlement and pride. So, Time has to keep running, taking strides— The motive of the seconds, minutes, hours— To fast-flip the encounters— And keep the teeter-tottering balance— Maybe a little bit of sadness— And a little bit of joy and gladness— That would indeed be incredibly ideal, If it worked perfectly without a glitch. Humans being humans, Learning and leaning-in to toy around With the Sages of Fate, Time, and Destiny. And now we are left to deal With the aberrancies and mishaps Of human intervention— The unfair appropriation Of pain and joy— Dished out to the population And the Tsunami effects It brings with it. * * *
Do not toy around with the Sages of Fate, Time, and Destiny—you may live to regret it or may not live to tell the story. You must be sensible to invest and spend your time wisely. Theophrastus, the Greek native of Eresos in Lesbos, was the successor to Aristotle in the Peripatetic school once said that “Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.” You must understand the value of time. Do all that you can to snatch, seize, and enjoy every moment of it. Never allow idleness, laziness, or procrastination to destroy the value of the moments that you have.
“Know the true value of time; snatch, seize, and enjoy every moment of it. No idleness, no laziness, no procrastination: never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.” — Philip Stanhope, 4th Earl of Chesterfield.
Understand, as we saw in the poetic verse above, that the minutes have a motive. They are forever moving forward and will never stop. Understand this fact and always stay motivated to achieve the best that you are meant to accomplish today. Remember that the second minutes and the hours that you have now are a gift. How you spend them will determine the fate of your tomorrow and destiny. Respect the memories of yesterday. Do your very best to make the best of the time you have today. Finally, reap the rewards of a fruitful tomorrow.
Under the Guise of the Quotidian Vizard – A Poem
Every day, people dress up and look spectacular, beautiful, and out of this world. The clothes only cover the body. Underneath everyone’s outer garments, wigs, makeup, the eyes will find flaws. The mind will always perceive our imperfections. To find out more, please read all about it.
Every day, people dress up and look spectacular, beautiful, and out of this world. The clothes only cover the body extremities. On many occasions, our exterior visage does not always give accurate reflections on the condition of our inner selves. We can dress nice and quickly fool those around us by portraying that we are alright where we are not. Underneath everyone’s outer garments, wigs, makeup, the eyes will find flaws. We do our very best as we go the extra mile to conceal what is hidden in our subconscious. We are masters in the art of camouflaging our imperfections and human weaknesses.
“You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.” — Abraham Lincoln.
The mind is always apt in the perception of our imperfections. One’s weakness or flaws is always kept hidden and away from the public. It is something that the individual is very conscious about and not always confident or comfortable about. As a result, we resort to cloaking our weaknesses as we continue to struggle with them to the detriment of our psyches and mental wellbeing. When people catch wind of our weaknesses, some people can be mean and use it to cause pain or grief to the one with the flaws or those close to that person. As such, we often resort to vizards (or masks) to keep our shortcomings away from prying eyes.
Every day, we cover our flaws with the mask of a comely exterior visage that all is well. The poem “Under the Guise of the Quotidian Vizard” is a profound poem that calls our attention to analyze the state of our subconscious wellbeing. As you read it, allow it to expose any mask you use to camouflage your actual condition. Join me as we delve into the depths of our souls as we explore this poem. Let’s go:
Under the Guise of the Quotidian Vizard
My exterior is a vizard, —Deceptive as intended. Beneath it are flaws That I have consciously Kept away from prying eyes— Working daily on them, To lessen the visibility of the blemish. Knowing that they are stuck on me for life— A part of me that makes me whole, And would not change— No matter how much I fight with demons —lurking behind them; Or banish the fear of them being discovered, And becoming an object to ridicule. I know I am far from perfect, But so is everyone else— I still have a good side, To complement the imperfections. I can only hope, That the ones close to me, Can stand me on a bad day— When the glitch makes me twitch Not hold me to ransom, Or drag me down— Realizing that the moment will pass, Understanding my weakness— But see beneath all that —the goodness in me And accept my apologies. For my shortcoming —a very kind gesture I will not hesitate to reciprocate, When the tables are turned— Because I understand too well, That everyone too— Walks around with a gremlin or two, Underneath the camouflage of their exterior. * * *
If this poem were to be an antidote to the ailments of patients. Who are some of the patients that should look up to this poem for some healing? The simple answer is everyone. Not just those with aliments. Not just those who have gotten upset and lashed out. The verse above is a remedy for everyone that can feel pain, anger, and jealousy. It is for everyone that hears some hearsay or stray gossip. It is for everyone who has regretted a past action, hurt by someone—by a friend or family member.
“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.” — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross.
Once again, you must realize again that no one is perfect. We all have flaws—some covert, others overt. However, it is wrong to judge others by their weaknesses. We must never make fun of other people because of their shortcomings. Doing so makes people crawl into their shells, and it affects their mental wellbeing. In a Utopian state, we want to be able to live with an open subconscious. We never want to live camouflaging our lives with one mask of pretense at a time. Accept people for who they are. Don’t judge each time there is a misunderstanding. Let the steam cool off; everyone has a good side.
Extraordinary – A Thrilling Poem to Ponder On
You have terrific hidden in you and something uncommon buried within your subconscious. There is something in you waiting for expression. You have something “extraordinary” buried within you, waiting to be discovered. The veil that separates you from being ordinary and extraordinary is hidden in the little extras that you do that adds up to become extraordinary things. To find out more, please read all about it.
To be extraordinary means that you are simply out of the ordinary. No one is born extraordinary from the womb. The difference between those who go from ordinary to exceptional rests on the function of that little extra. For instance, going the extra mile is what distinguishes ordinary men who deal with extraordinary circumstances. Everyone can become phenomenal at something; however, such distinction always comes with a price of extra effort. By seizing common occasions, you eventually become uncommon; by aligning with Extraordinary, you become extraordinary.
“Ordinary is very easy to do, and it’s crowded. But the moment you put some extra into it, you become extraordinary.” — Rumbie Idayi.
Robin S. Sharma, the Canadian writer best known for his The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari book series, once said that “Greatness comes by doing a few small and smart things each and every day. Comes from taking little steps consistently. Comes from making a few small chips against everything in your professional and personal life that is ordinary, so that a day eventually arrives when all that’s left is The Extraordinary.” From his assertion, we can see the need for consistency in taking little steps daily. The little steps keep adding up until you have a colossal pyramid of extraordinary achievements. So, do not despise the days of little beginnings.
Being ordinary or extraordinary can be likened to a pyramid. At the bottom of the pyramid are many people who are just ordinary. However, as you begin to distinguish yourself, you start to ascend towards the top. The higher you climb, the fewer the people at the top become. The reason is that only a few people are willing to pay the price of distinction. This analogy is in concord with what Rumbie Idayi, a local artist in the Greater Seattle Area, said that “Ordinary is very easy to do, and it’s crowded. But the moment you put some extra into it, you become extraordinary.” Breakaway from the crowded bottom of the pyramid—put some extra into it! Do it repetitively and see yourself ascend and become extraordinary.
The poem “Extraordinary” was written on April 25th, 2005. You have everything it takes to be extraordinary, which is why I wrote this poem. It highlights various rudimentary things that the individual could do to ascend from the bottom of the pyramid to the uncommon heights of distinction. Read this poem with an open mind. As you do so, become committed and motivated to become an extraordinary person yourself. Let’s go ahead and survey this poem.
Extraordinary—A Thrilling Poem to Ponder On
I am an extraordinary person, I live in an extraordinary world— I live amongst extraordinary people, I have an extraordinary assignment. I am an extraordinary person, I belong to a very extraordinary club— I live with many extraordinary privileges, I have an extraordinary purpose and view. I am an extraordinary person, I am a man of extraordinary ideas and dreams— I harvest many extraordinary thoughts, I have a sprite and extraordinary desire. I am an extraordinary person, I live with an extraordinary drive— I surge onward with extraordinary values, I have extraordinary determination. ***
I am an extraordinary person, I am an extraordinary hard worker— I resonate with an extraordinary vibe, I have an extraordinary keg of diligence. I am an extraordinary person, I erupt with extraordinary optimism— I reach for my extraordinary accolades, I have an extraordinary press and desperation. I am an extraordinary person, I share some extraordinary responsibilities— I also share many extraordinary rewards, I have a shimmering and extraordinary home. I am an extraordinary person, I operate with many extraordinary laws— I control extraordinary circumstances, I have an extraordinary assignment. ***
I am an extraordinary person, I operate in an extraordinary realm— I command an extraordinary influence, I have an extraordinary existence. I am an extraordinary person, I come from an extraordinary country— I embark on an extraordinary journey, I must run an extraordinary race. I am an extraordinary person, I reign over an extraordinary empire— I have an extraordinary array of subjects, I have an extraordinary dominion of things I am an extraordinary person, I operate with an extraordinary currency— I engage in an extraordinary trade, I have an extraordinary destiny. ***
I am an extraordinary person, I have many extraordinary enemies— I wield an extraordinary arsenal of weaponry, I have many extraordinary powers potent. I am an extraordinary person, I am in league with an extraordinary Friend— I have an extraordinary life because He lives, I have an extraordinary bond with Him. I am an extraordinary person, I effuse extraordinary words all day— I make minds ponder in an extraordinary way, I have an extraordinary word-clout without sway. I am an extraordinary person, I will remain an extraordinary person— I will lead an extraordinary life, I will say goodnight in an extraordinary way. I am extraordinary—are you? ***
“We all have the extraordinary coded within us, waiting to be released.” — Jean Houston.
We can do that little extra to become extraordinary. In the poem above, certain nuggets have been highlighted. The world is there for the taking as notable people—we all have a privileged assignment that we can discover. We all have a specific purpose and sundry potentials that we can unearth. To become extraordinary, we must become passionate, hard-working, diligent, and optimistic. Life is a race, and you must make your time here remarkable. You have a great destiny ahead of you, and you play a significant role if you want it to be extraordinary. Amid all these equations, God has the most crucial role in making that awesome happen. Via the word-clout of this poem, I am bringing the motivation to you to become extraordinary. Be extraordinary!
I Loose Myself—A Verse to Think On
Many people hold themselves back from achieving their very best. Could it be fear or just ignorance that prevents people from achieving their life design? In the words of the great Bob Marley, “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds.” Allow this poem to help you emancipate your mind. Please read all about it and discover more on this note.
Many people hold themselves back from achieving their very best. Could it be fear or just ignorance that prevents people from achieving their life design? Many people bind themselves with the chains of a limited mindset. Why defeat yourself before you even start? Why beat yourself down before you even attempt anything? Many questions run through our minds on why we cripple our becoming before we even try to become. Continuing this path is very limiting. Staying on this course only shipwrecks our purpose and the reason for our brief existence in this macrocosm.
“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds.” — Bob Marley.
Written on March 10, 2005, this poem aims to deliver a liberating message. It urges us to loose ourselves from every shackle that binds us from expressing our true essence. Read this verse and become motivated to gain direction. Become persistent in the pursuit, finding, and execution of your Why. Embrace change as you digest these lines and the meanings that ring a bell in your mind. Liberate yourself with all the dedication that you can muster. Become the best that you can ever become. Loose the chains that bind your becoming. Let’s delve into the poem:
I Loose Myself—A Verse to Think On
Unleashing the fecund facts of our today, I release myself and that without sway— I loose myself cert and steady all the way. Unraveling the resonant reasons of our reflections, I apply myself to my ensuring essence and election— I loose myself cert and steady with a direction. ***
Unveiling the musing mystery of our existence, I engage myself to my purpose with persistence— I loose myself cert and steady with consistence. Uncovering the bounty black gold of our purpose, I shroud myself with the carte blanche-cloak called pathos— I loose myself cert and steady I metamorphose. * * *
Unmasking the rolling revelation of our manifestation, I enroot myself via the facts of my foundations— I loose myself cert and steady with dedication. Unearthing the teeming treasures of our tomorrow, I thrust myself deeper double-time discovering gold— I loose myself cert and steady straw and aglow. * * *
Untying the brawny bounds of our boons, I swing myself to the rhythm of the tune— I loose myself cert and steady so soon. Unloading the certified cargoes of our benefits, I shield myself from charlatans and hypocrites— I loose myself cert and steady to the summit. * * *
Unfolding the vast tapestry of our fancy favors, I garb myself forthwith in feat-fitting feathers-favors— I loose myself cert and steady through my labors. I release myself; I apply myself; I engage myself, I shroud myself; I enroot myself, I thrust myself, I swing myself; I shield myself; I garb myself— I loose myself!
“The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it—basically, because you feel good, very good when you are near or with them.” — Charles Bukowski.
Emancipate yourself from the mental shackles of non-progress. Allow the words of this verse to free your minds to become the best version of yourself. Allow the Spirit-Wind of this poem to breathe on your mind. Let it liberate you from the chains that restrain your psyche and mental wellbeing. Charles Bukowski, the German-American poet, novelist, and short-story writer, once said that “The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it—basically, because you feel good, very good when you are near or with them.” In the Spirit of this verse, I urge you to embrace the rarity of soulish freedom and loose yourself. Become the rich fragrance of goodness that satisfies all.
A Get Down with the Enemy—A Poem to Pore Over
It’s natural of humans to be afraid, but don’t let fear overpower you with its charms by giving you reasons why you can’t achieve your dreams. “A Get Down with the Enemy” is a poem explaining how fear comes into our lives to dance with us. Fear lures us away from our purpose, life goals, and dreams. It hinders us from self-realization and limits our ability to evolve. To discover more, please read all about it.
Fear is a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid. It is an experience everyone faces at one point or the other, especially when achieving our dreams. Fear could manifest unconsciously and manipulate you into holding back when you’re supposed to make a move. Sometimes, fear can be charming, seducing you to lose yourself and deny your dreams because you are running away from failure.
“Fear is an idea-crippling, experience-crushing, success-stalling inhibitor inflicted only by yourself.” — Stephanie Melish.
When it comes to achieving your purpose or your dreams, a lot of factors could hinder you from taking bold steps, and these factors are being channeled by fear. Of course, environmental factors and certain situations can make you keep living within the status quo, but fear can keep you bound to it without a positive change in your life. Allowing fear to make significant decisions in your life is like dancing with the enemy. You dance until you’re lost; time and chance pass you by, and nothing changes.
A Get Down with the Enemy
The clock ticks are faster as I sit on my goals, stitching my dreams with a thin thread of hope. The weight of my dreams is causing the needle of my reality to get twisted. My heartbeat is in constant competition with the clock as they wrestle to win a race against time—time to accelerate and evolve. One second, the sun brightens the road that leads to the journey I am to undertake, and another moment, the black, gloomy sky threatens the sun. While I wait for the perfect time to dress up on my dreams to embark on a journey that could change my life forever, here he comes. He looks stunning in his two-piece suit that sits well on his fit body. When the sun comes up, it makes his skin glow, and when it rains, it makes his hair smooth. Here I sit, mesmerized by his awesomeness as he takes my right hand, puts a kiss on it, and asks me on a date where we could dance beneath the stars. Why should I turn down a charming request that seems to put a standstill on the earth’s rotation in its orbits? So, I pick up a hanger and hang my dreams in the wardrobe of life as I get busy preparing to dance with this stranger.
I look into the mirror. I am not sure if it’s my reflection, I see; it’s all a blur. I am not sure how I look, but the red dress is seemingly suitable. I look pretty or maybe not, pondering. Waiting for me by the doorstep, he takes me by the hand and leads me away from staring at the carriage, waiting to take me on a journey. “I have always wanted to dance with you. I wouldn’t want you to leave my sight,” he says. “Come away with me—let us relish the moments as we forget all things—losing ourselves in love.” Under the charm of his gaze, we rode towards the mountains across the rolling meadows yonder. So, he takes me to the hilltop under the moonlight as we dance under the stars speckled in the tapestry and canvas of night. He takes control of every move. He leads the dance every step of the way and sway. The more we dance, the further away we move from my existence. Something seems to be missing somewhere. I’m carried away and blinded by his charms so much that I lose myself. My heart starts beating as he dances with me away from the hilltop into a depth of the unknown. His dance steps change, the music changes, and everything is moving so fast, but his charms remain.
No, I hate this dance of failure. I hate this music of impossibilities. I can’t listen to the lyrics of regrets. So, I am changing the music and taking charge of the dance to have it my way. Gentleman isn’t gentle anymore; he still wants to take control of the dance as I try to dance out of the unknown to the reality of who I am. I’m strong, fierce, confident, courageous, determined, and an achiever. He tried to make me forget who I was and took advantage of my garment of torn dreams that I was trying to stitch. He swayed me away from my journey with his charms, ah, I’ve been dancing with the enemy. I’m dancing to the beats of a battle I’m about to win. My heels ache because I’ve been dancing to win, but Mr. Gentleman isn’t tired! So, he tries to bruise my heels, so I feel more pain and bends in weakness with my knees on sharp pieces of igneous rock. I pull off my heels, prepared to win this dance battle in bare feet even though I could feel some piercing in my skin. I don’t mind the pain; I just want to win. I am dancing till I switch the music to a song of victory. The victory is so sure that I no longer feel my bruises.
Where is he? Like the smoke that vanishes with the wind, he’s gone with the wind. He is nowhere to be found—he’s FEAR. He comes to the vulnerable with his charms and dances with them away from themselves and their dreams. A dance with fear is a part of my journey to growth because he was there when the sun was shining and when the dark, gloomy cloud threatened the sun. Defeating Mr. Gentleman was very necessary to embracing my journey ahead as I constantly wear my garment of dreams that my journey will unveil as I keep evolving with time.
“Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting.” — Napoleon Hill.
Fear has a way of charming us away from who we really are and from whom we could become. It incapacitates us from going for our dreams. Fear has a way of making us unsure of our current situation. It makes us forget our why or purpose in the now. May we break away from the sway of fear’s charm. May we dance our way to victory and start our journey of winning.
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!
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
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.
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 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 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 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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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; 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; 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).
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!
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
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.
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 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— 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.
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.
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.
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’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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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).