Teach Order With Each Other
The carriage
Of marriage
Has incidents
Of accidents.
It can derange
you,
It can estrange
you
And still
arrange you.
It can break
you,
It can ache you
And still make
you.
I'm no President
Of this precedent
But I know,
using each other
You could teach
order.
Do tell me if
you are at peace
With this piece.
Attire For Satire
To muddle
In a puddle,
To take pride
For a bride,
To make bribe
Your tribe,
To accept greed
As creed,
To steal the mandate
Of the rightful
candidate,
To force a
selection
Against an
election,
To use judges
To breed
grudges,
Turning deaf
ear,
The masses cry
not to hear,
Turning blind
eye
And only seeing
'I',
To paint truth
as false
And impose it
with force,
To gild the
outside
And rot in the
inside
Is the best
attire
For satire.
No Time To Waste
come let's savor
the sweet taste of love
and prove to the
world we're each other's glove.
let's utilize
the abundance of youth
before nature
reveals her unpleasant truth.
time is but a
fleeting horse
that grinds
everything on its course.
youth is but a
morning flower
quick to reach
its mourning hour.
youth sparkles
with eternal elixir
very soon will
come to expire.
let's love while
we bubble with energy
before we fall
to time and nature synergy.
let's love while
we're strong and warm
before time and
nature feed us to worm.
mortals are
vegetable; quick to perish
only love
preserves with everlasting relish.
if you agree
with me now
a million years
and more I'll keep this vow.
life's a gift
too precious to waste
there's a lot to
cover, let's run in haste.
Empty Grave
I hear the
angelic choir singing
I hear the
rattling gate of hell ringing
Death! Where is
thy sting?
I see Him
ascending on a glorious wing
I'm letting the
whole world know, that your community
Offers eternal
immunity
I hear hell's
foundation vibrating
I see the host
of angels gyrating
Death! Where is
thy power?
Has Christ
seized the hour?
The whole world
should know, for being a witness
My life is full
of sweetness
I feel the power
flowing
I feel my
strength growing
Death! Where is
thy sting?
Is Christ truly
the King?
Yes, He is God
over heaven and earth
He is Lord over
life and death.
FRANCIS OTOLE
FRANCIS OTOLE: is a Nigerian born poet and academician. A
member of the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) and many other literary
groups. He is an award-winning poet from the local and international scenes.
Has been featured in magazines, journals and anthologies; locally and
internationally. He is a graduate of the prestigious Benue State University and
a student of life. His hobbies are reading and writing. He is married with two
children.
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