FaithandPoetry, Lagos (2026)

05/03/2016

I just finished my slides for a presentation I'm nervously visually the outcome. To calm my feet, I stretched my back and was soon counting Heaven's stars A worried knock at my door, 5:15 it was-slumps me into a fast-dreaded dream. There were two cops, one with an accusing tone, the other fits for a writer in a newspaper running out of luck… [ 271 more words. ]

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I just finished my slides for a presentation I'm nervously visually the outcome. To calm my feet, I stretched my back and was soon counting Heaven's stars A worried knock at my door, 5:15 it was-slumps me into a fast-dreaded dream. There were two cops, one with an accusing tone, the other fits f…

05/02/2016

If Engineering could be poetry, I would use those Signals and Fourier's to construct some rhymes and music I would use those mathematical equations to construct the chart in my memories The beta and integrals to paint the perfect image output that has no blurring function over it The graphs and the cosine to quantify the pages of my lines and speed… [ 144 more words. ]

http://www.faithandpoetry.com/index.php/2016/02/05/if-engineering-could-be-poetry/

If Engineering could be poetry, I would use those Signals and Fourier's to construct some rhymes and music I would use those mathematical equations to construct the chart in my memories The beta and integrals to paint the perfect image output that has no blurring function over it The graphs and the…

03/02/2016

A tree without leaves, stood lonely on the opposite view of Bartle Library of Binghamton University, reminds me of the woman whose kids shy their faces not to see They would do that to guests and brilliant feet Sprawling their ways as writings relax gracefully on Christmas gifts You would wonder what picture of the world the woman see? What image she bears as she stares gallantly at fine buildings? [ 149 more words. ]

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A tree without leaves, stood lonely on the opposite view of Bartle Library of Binghamton University, reminds me of the woman whose kids shy their faces not to see They would do that to guests and brilliant feet Sprawling their ways as writings relax gracefully on Christmas gifts You would wonder wha…

30/01/2016

Lord, I found a stranger's home and my thoughts are not my own anymore I'm poisoned by her cup and the words of her lips shot an arrow through my heart I burnt deep within by the characteristics of her finesse The kindness on her smile lays a trap for the beast The warmth of her hug makes a sparrow fly no more… [ 42 more words. ]

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Lord, I found a stranger's home and my thoughts are not my own anymore I'm poisoned by her cup and the words of her lips shot an arrow through my heart I burnt deep within by the characteristics of her finesse The kindness on her smile lays a trap for the beast The warmth of…

18/01/2016

In her arms he gently laid Open wounds of sweet Jesus, she gently bare Till her tears no more could tell Console your children that joy can be found at the pierced side when woes and fetter of sins no more we share for calvary has won the prisoner's freedom I would be there at the Virgin's breast when that morning, the angels proclaim his mighty strength the Lord of lords loosen eternal damnation MO. image courtesy: ourcatholicprayers.com

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In her arms he gently laid Open wounds of sweet Jesus, she gently bare Till her tears no more could tell Console your children that joy can be found at the pierced side when woes and fetter of sins no more we share for calvary has won the prisoner's freedom I would…

18/01/2016

Ring me a bell over the sea, over the highest hill Tell my love not to worry Forever is the hour within me I would build snow in our memories Fall my tracks behind for her to see impression sewn on my garment to read The best of the world I save for one of me I would be the hero you want… [ 84 more words. ]

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Ring me a bell over the sea, over the highest hill Tell my love not to worry Forever is the hour within me I would build snow in our memories Fall my tracks behind for her to see impression sewn on my garment to read The best of the world I save for one of…

15/12/2015

Day 14: I cannot grow tired of loving you in the happy hour of the sun, in the recoil hour of the night I cannot grow tired of holding your face, and telling you how i feel in your sweetest bosom The place you gave birth to the beating of my heart; the ceasing of my breath in final days… [ 67 more words. ]

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Day 14: I cannot grow tired of loving you in the happy hour of the sun, in the recoil hour of the night I cannot grow tired of holding your face, and telling you how i feel in your sweetest bosom The place you gave birth to the beating of my heart; the ceasing of…

14/12/2015

Day 13: There's a lady that caught my eyes Merrily! Merrily! She caught my eyes I dropped a diamond in her bag Merrily! Merrily! In her bag She looked around and found my heart with her Merrily! Merrily! Was with her I asked, if she would spend all her life Merrily! Merrily! All her life We walked away in her hands Merrily! Merrily! In her hands And so my story goes all of my life Merrily! Merrily! All of my life MO. image credit: pininterest.com

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Day 13: There's a lady that caught my eyes Merrily! Merrily! She caught my eyes I dropped a diamond in her bag Merrily! Merrily! In her bag She looked around and found my heart with her Merrily! Merrily! Was with her I asked, if she would spend all her life Merrily! Merrily! All her life…

12/12/2015

Day 12: Morning reveal the eyes of the night My heart beat solely in her soul in the twenty-ninth of the year I would behold her smile, since past, The talent of her voice and the sore that I would be gone in a while Awaken me, dear lord my thoughts be filled with her life the sonorous touch of the wind drive the mystery of love in my sight… [ 73 more words. ]

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Day 12: Morning reveal the eyes of the night My heart beat solely in her soul in the twenty-ninth of the year I would behold her smile, since past, The talent of her voice and the sore that I would be gone in a while Awaken me, dear lord my thoughts be filled with her…

12/12/2015

Day 11: Bask in the sight of the early sun Her soft voice oozes in the field, and I was reminded of when I was young I'd chase butterflies and follow them to their inner world I would gather their beauty, and paint my lovely walls I would watch as each drop fills my gladdened soul Here, the spirit lives on… [ 50 more words. ]

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Day 11: Bask in the sight of the early sun Her soft voice oozes in the field, and I was reminded of when I was young I'd chase butterflies and follow them to their inner world I would gather their beauty, and paint my lovely walls I would watch as each drop fills my gladdened…

11/12/2015

Day 10: In Zion, when we see my Queen, my adorable lady I shall be part of your welcome and your arrival would save my heart many blessings I shall be burnt of a flame not of marriage, not of shame the adoration with one voice, it shall please, beyond countless pit My Lord, what have I deserve this? What a happy warmth you fed me with! [ 68 more words. ]

http://www.faithandpoetry.com/index.php/2015/12/11/in-zion-when-we-see/

Day 10: In Zion, when we see my Queen, my adorable lady I shall be part of your welcome and your arrival would save my heart many blessings I shall be burnt of a flame not of marriage, not of shame the adoration with one voice, it shall please, beyond countless pit My Lord, what…

10/12/2015

Day 9: You are all beautiful The first of visibly created surround thee The unmistaken beauty rein on the bounds of Atlantic sea The hope of the world, if they travel through thee I walk through time in memories, sweet Queen of davidic patrimony, gate of the old covenant flourish fully, your fingers is a plea for heavenly blessing O sweet crown of roses… [ 105 more words. ]

http://www.faithandpoetry.com/index.php/2015/12/10/you-are-all-beautiful/

Day 9: You are all beautiful The first of visibly created surround thee The unmistaken beauty rein on the bounds of Atlantic sea The hope of the world, if they travel through thee I walk through time in memories, sweet Queen of davidic patrimony, gate of the old covenant flourish fully, your fingers…

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