Drink! Drink of the bridal juice That soothes the thirst of bachelorhood Sway! To the drumbeat of matrimony, To the dynamics of love That angels will never know… Put on the ‘natif’ of fatherhood And brace the tree of family… for Age tastes better with a good wife The favor of God preserving the youthfulness… Continue reading THE CUP by Kingsley U. Ayistar
Author: Kingsley U. Ayistar
Ukpanyang Kingsley Ayi alias "Ayistar" is a 500 Level medical student of the prestigious University of Calabar Teaching Hospital. Born in the early 90s, he hails from Odukpani Local Government area of Cross River State. He is a Christian, a lover of words and writes for edification and motivation. He believes that "Talents and Gifts are tools for building our God-given dreams into reality." Though without an award yet, his works has been published in several poetry anthologies like Via Grapevine II, Epistle of Lies etc, and other poetry sites online.
IN GOD WE SHOULD TRUST
The heart and the future no man can see Yet we give a shot in the dark, and leap When decisions we made and plans, fall through We become crestfallen; we nag and weep The flesh and firmaments restrict our eyes; Who can unravel what they envelop? Humans assume, but only Yahweh knows – He… Continue reading IN GOD WE SHOULD TRUST
THE ART’S WORK
The loveliness of a new sun Its glory and its dominion Conquering chariots of darkness Is an emblem of His prowess ‘Tis sensuous to my rousing eyes The wave of rays plying Earth’s skies; Yay! Soothing to my ears are lines Those birds chirp at the art that shines And as ’tis help from pole… Continue reading THE ART’S WORK
HERE AM I, LORD, THINE OWN TO BRUISE
Here am I, Lord, thine own to bruise And bind up, only for thy use. Chastise now my rebelling soul; Whilst Thou woundest me, make me whole. My feeble hands quicken and train; Fix up these knees that eas’ly sprain. Sheer me off the unrighteous path Where endeth wrath for the fool’s bath. I grasp… Continue reading HERE AM I, LORD, THINE OWN TO BRUISE
CARVED IMAGES
No, I won’t bow to your carved images! Can they heal the sick or give life? They will turn soot when the Most High rages! No! I won’t bow to your carved images! Unto different gods, you savages Hammer on drums and blast on fifes; You chant foul songs- your elders and sages, And sacrifice… Continue reading CARVED IMAGES
JUST A JAR
Don’t look at me like some kind of star, When I do signs and ye marvel in wonderment. Don’t praise me, please; I’m just a jar – Privileged to be filled with the Master‘s content. As the Lord’s creation, made for His will, He’s got me set up like a pencil Dusted off and lifted… Continue reading JUST A JAR
DISAPPOINTED
Long I labored, this wind to tame Sowed all my hopes in earthly brains, Their faith wavered like candle flame; Away, hanging on the Night, plain! Promises I smoked like cigars. Like pooch, I enjoyed sniffing words, Wagged my tail for pompous liars And now they have my ire incurred. Foolish me! The fault bears… Continue reading DISAPPOINTED
MAMA’S BANGA SOUP
How joyful a boy I am When I eat Banga soup with pounded yam; When Mama appears from the market With her palm fruit-filled basket How cleverly she prepares the chicken And chops up the pumpkin leaves As she washes to cook the palm nuts, I make ready the cooking pots; She boils them till… Continue reading MAMA’S BANGA SOUP
MISTER MONSTER
Tell me what’s it that fuels your rage, Mister, against your missis, eh? Why have your clouds picked her visage To rain, blindly, slaps and punches? Hmm! Of cigarette and liquor, Your heavy breath steadily reeks; Observing the eyes of your head, No glint of courtesy appears! Has she metamorphosed at sight Into a cow… Continue reading MISTER MONSTER
THE MUSIC OF FRIENDSHIP
I’m happy when I see my friends Each is a wonder that never ends In this world, to thrive, They are remedies for a boring life. When our troubles are much and all, Friends will make them small: A problem shared is a problem solved, Only if one is truly loved. O, when they call… Continue reading THE MUSIC OF FRIENDSHIP