poem

_ _RESILIENCE

The brighter day was made dark
It seemed disappointment was my birthmark
I looked up to the sky
But what I saw raining was hell

Home could no longer harbour my burden
Well-wishers had long abandoned me
Nature was at loggerheads with me
In fact, I was seen as communicable hoodoo

I fastened my head to the ground
But my sight was stampeded
My whole being was reduced to nothingness
By vibrant terror forces beneath my feet

I gathered the broken hopes and turned to the west
Hoping from the universal Deus shall come my rest
But the antagonistic forces at his behest
Displayed my emptiness beyond the ‘no-glory-forest’

Walking in the wild with my umbra,
Are seated teeming fantasies in my head,
Meditating on the state of the earth without sun and moon,
As her well wishers in this whole wide world.
Sun deems it dear to decorate her at day
The moon takes over this homage at night
In spite of rainy days,ready to protect her dignity.
Simply to play the role of one soul in three bodies.
Allah in His own sageness since creation,
Did not leave man in isolation.
But gave him a shoulder to cry on.
That his life in this world would be positive as proton.
In this Adamic world, from the alpha of my life,
Have met reservoirs of second selves,
Who have taught me aggregate of life lessons.
Lessons that will prune my life till there comes heaven.
Though many have come to my life with Judas kiss,
But the few true one’s that came have remained sincere as did the prophets.
They stand by my side in all aspect,
And are always near to shield me as they would themselves.
Poet-Musah@2018
(233(0)547436322)

_

Many years have gone
And now in another age
Lord I rain you prayers with passion on
For my new age with a tranquil page

Yesteryears were tough life
examinations
But with thee I passed with the unexpected
determinations
Lord, in my humble heart are reservoirs of thanks
For thy numerous favours I can’t think

Lord, grant me emotive control powers
As I traverse the tragic tragectory towers
E-mail me banks of everlasting happiness
Happiness I will always think in utter
speechlessness

Lord I’m so keen to explore
But I wish not to go near sin
Ease the task ahead to do more
Guard me against thee realm of the unseen
Strengthen me to face the unknown
As life treats the black teen

Let thy word guide me along the way
O Lord such that I shall not go astray
Program me with different strategies
To always convert challenges to
opportunities

Lord, this age my cry is not for fame
I respectfully chant for your invocation
Wishing a wish so dear for a good name
In pouring this precious powerful poetic
libation

To all my friends and family I salute
Wishing you the best in your endevours
To my love ones my birthday I abruit
As we continue to bask in the Lord’s favours

Poet-Musah@2020
233542493231

Happy and healthy birthday to me_

Wandering profusely in search of guidance,
To curb the spirit of hardworking decadence.
Landed me in the kingdom of Great Ant.

He humbly welcomed me with endless smile
And led me to his beautiful sweet-scented palace
Under the sun, offered me a tattered mat
Where he served me with my own sweat.

Walking with me around his cottage
Were words flowing without stoppage
All creation were created with a given task to perform
Their various lives in order to transform
Why then all but few have distinguished themselves?

Collectively we gather your leftovers
In every season without leisure
We labour hard in all sumer
To gather food for the winter
Carrying weights twenty times our body
Without losing hope through this winding journey
Not for pleasure but to coordinate better response to disaster
Will you be surprised if our forefathers toil is with us?

Young man, unlike other creatures you were waved with a powerful brain
To vote for different ways to gain
With the aid of the two instrumental hands
That we will only live on the access on your farmlands
Why then the Holy scripture refer you back to us?

Poet-Musah@2020
0542493231

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The brighter day was made dark
It seemed disappointment was my birthmark
I looked up to the sky
But what I saw raining was hell

I fastened my head to the ground
But my sight was stampeded
My whole being was reduced to nothingness
By vibrant terror forces beneath my feet

I gathered the broken hopes and turned to the west
Hoping from the universal Deus shall come my rest
But the antagonistic forces at his behest
Displayed my emptiness beyond the ‘no-glory-forest’

Home could no longer harbour my burden
Well-wishers had long abandoned me
Nature was at loggerheads with me
In fact, I was seen as communicable hoodoo

Everything I touched was considered as divine harm
I was noted for a bad topic of discussion to the many
Each day, everyday, for yesterday
None ever wished a first sight on me on each blessed sunlight

The life highway became so unbearable
As daily plights and accidents became uncountable
Life was rough and tough
And the future seemed to be so tattered
I was reduced to the lowest of the low
Life was valued as nothing before zero point
In fact my self confidence was irreparably damaged

I thought I was the epicenter of failure
Or have committed treason against life
As it has sentenced me into perpetual agony
And made me lose the appetite of living

Such was my hellish state
Until it came a fickle fate
And voice from above speaking to the me within
Assuring least I should think I’m a Bedouin

He germinated the death hopes and glories in me
Securely positioned me among the exalted, something I taught I could never be
He enheartened and malled me as a whole
And sowed a sacred solace in my soul

He empowered me to command tears to wait
Or should even go and lay him to rest in Kuwait
For it’s the greatest wish of my Lord I live my best
Whiles gone days are the egregious grievous test

I’m taught to read the Noble Muhammad
Who even in hell did not go mad
Take inspirations from Jack Ma who started at the late thirties
And now has made it beyond boundaries

The first to depart is not always the first to arrive
And never should I lose hope while I’m still alive
Self actualization should not be determined by present situations
It should rather be determined by one’s ambitions.

GOD IN HEAVEN

God in heaven
Hours to 2020 is seven
You alone can best relate what this year has brought
Far beyond what we could ever thought
Many entered this abating year with oceans of hopes
But the bestest they could have were negative slopes

God in heaven
Many 2019 has birthed disappointments
Talk less of the plentitude who married broken heart more than eleven
That the only option they could wish is earthly banishment

God in heaven
Billions of souls 2019 has blown
Many so dear to our heart we can even list
That bleached our hearts without healing catalyst

God in heaven
Many in 2019 were colonized by sorrow
That squeezed us to loss hope for our tomorrow
As though our living on earth was mistaken

God in heaven
Lord of history
And Lord of the natural order
We have prepared to enter 2020 with keen
We pray you bless us this year with positives recovery
Hearts that love
And long life

God in heaven And source heavenly peace
Grant us good in this year
And the years to come
And save us from the evil that they may bring

Poet-Musah@2019
0542493231

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THE LOVING LORD BEHIND THE SCENES

When my face is patched with patches of night
When the whole me is brought too low
I always feel the touch of generous force so tight
That puts the Satan in me go-slow

When my whole life is put astray
That it knows not even a single ray
I’m always put to hope by a powerful voice
That says my happiness is my Owners highest choice

When in life what I breath is sorrow
And wish the best I can have is death
A word of assurance pierces my heart as an arrow
From a divine source that gives me a hopeful strength

When in life I get confused
And all my wories start to diffuse
I’m always taught by a gracious being to read Muhammad
Whom even in hell did not go mad

When I know no peace in my earthly family
And all my Maker got me is Islam
A purpose of brotherhood it holds so dearly
That even in hell we may live in shalom

My loving Lord, help me tell tears to wait
Or can even go and rest in Kuwait
I know it is your greatest wish I live my best
Whiles gone days are the egregious grievous test

poet-musah@2019
233542493231

Walking in the wild with my umbra,
Are seated teeming fantasies in my head,
Meditating on the state of the earth without sun and moon,
As her well wishers in this whole wide world.
Sun deems it dear to decorate her at day
The moon takes over this homage at night
In spite of rainy days,ready to protect her dignity.
Simply to play the role of one soul in three bodies.
Allah in His own sageness since creation,
Did not leave man in isolation.
But gave him a shoulder to cry on.
That his life in this world would be positive as proton.
In this Adamic world, from the alpha of my life,
Have met reservoirs of second selves,
Who have taught me aggregate of life lessons.
Lessons that will prune my life till there comes heaven.
Though many have come to my life with Judas kiss,
But the few true one’s that came have remained sincere as did the prophets.
They stand by my side in all aspect,
And are always near to shield me as they would themselves.
Poet-Musah@2018
(233(0)547436322)

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