For Dana who took our loved ones to a place where they are smiling – I hope...
IMMORTALITY
I take in of several breaths
expelling them in verses
where I sing your fame
praying the words blot out what shame
mortality robes us all with
in hope of blessed sanctity
where you would lie in the eternal memory of thoughts.
LOWERING DOWN TO UP
When those calls come
and the curtains finally shut
out the breath to return from
the source of the cot
literal or brought
we would salute,
salute the nonsense
OR sense
through which Aôndo the Almighty sent one
in a parcel to fan
embers to spark so much none
can quantify or make fun
In love or in hate
each sculpture stands out
a picture of the one who did all create
whether ugly or beauty sprout
good or bad, happy or sad
we all stand forth ticking the tock
assured of just one thing:
That when spent right, we wouldn’t fear the clock –
just work away its ticking to the eternal tock
hoping that our final lowering
would bring us a towering
to eternity…
(From the collection, Bring our casket home: Tales one shouldn’t tell often)
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Sueddie Agema @sueddie
Su’eddie Vershima AGEMA (me) lives in Abuja and Makurdi, Nigeria. I was exposed to Literature at an early age by a father who kept the tradition of the moonlight tales, complete with acting roles, local lore, and cultural songs. There was also a mother who bought the best of African literary titles, from Chinua Achebe to every famous writer of the Heinemann fame. 'Humour' sparks.. . I think life should be fun, love and friendships. I love making friends, keeping them and getting proper criticism and appreciation. My blog is http://sueddie.wordpress.com. S'Go to Sueddie Agema's profile, and read more of his/her posts.
Yes o! May these kind of tales not be told often Amen. Well done.
Amen @nicolebassey….
Amen. Thanks.
Nice poems. Too bad, some of them are probably not smiling.
Well, @chimzorom, we can’t really say… In my heart of hopes, I have the feeling that it is all possible. That a gracious one high above would not allow two burnings…
Thanks for dropping by jare!
You.
Was trying to call you this morning seff.
Good poem.
@Kaycee, thanks. But haba, why call the fax machine when you have the digits of the mobile?
We shouldn’t tell the tales at all sef.
….assured of just one thing:
That when spent right, we wouldn’t fear the clock –
just work away its ticking to the eternal tock
.. I like this part best, mayhaps it’s cos of all dem ticking tockings…Well done Su’ghur…$ß.
@sibbylwhyte: You know, I really love the ticking tock talk. I think I had to use it in another poem too.
Hmm. Seriously, there are many of these things you wish you wouldn’t write [as @Layrite prayed too]… It becomes a case like Christ, us praying that if it be His will, this cup pass us by.
Sadly, like that ancient one it stays with us. May better times crown our worth each day more. Amen.
I just love reading Agema. This is a lovely poem that should not be inspired often. Or not all.
@layrite: Hmm. Thanks. That really is a big compliment to make anyone proud. Thank you, really much.
Bring our casket home: Tales one shouldn’t tell often…..
No tales of woes again, let our foes go pale and stale Lord!
@ostar: Amen!!
bros your poem is good shows that life is like a vapour anything can just whisk it away- well done
@mikeeffa: Sorry, I didn’t see this before. Thanks for the comment.
Yes o. Amazing how it is, abi? One second and we fly.
May we be found worthy – that’s the prayer. Thanks.