TITLE: CONVERSATIONS, CONTEMPLATIONS AND PONDERATIONS AUTHOR: JESUDAMILARE GENRE: RELIGIOUS NUMBER OF PAGES: 72 PUBLISHER: WORDSMART, OKADABOOKS DATE OF PUBLICATION: NOVEMBER 22, 2017 ISBN-13: 978-1979108065 REVIEWER: SHOOLA OYINDAMOLA Prior to reading Conversations, Contemplations and Ponderations, I have been fortunate to have several conversations with the author, Jesudamilare and to benefit, personally...
When the drab drum of winter dies of the weight of warmth spring’s dewy fingers; feet full of knives; icicles rising and descending a cold caress on an erect skeleton of shivering hermits grating through lauds. From the hell-mouth of a heater, God’s breathing burning bush rings the sweet sound...
What! The divergence of thoughts and speech The immodesty of promiscuous words, And then our hearts an helpless Pilate, Releasing Barnabas, at the expense of the Just. Man’s unholy devotion, the revelation of his beastly passion, professing love just to break her walls, and lay his hands on her towers....
TITLE: NOTES TO MY GOD AUTHOR: FEMI PETERS GENRE: POETRY NUMBER OF PAGES: 161 PUBLISHER: Zayzee Writes DATE OF PUBLICATION: 2017 ISBN: – REVIEWER: Jide Badmus ‘Notes to My God’ is a collection of verses as the author likes to call it. The verses display bare thoughts that seek not...
Ok… Here’s the PARADOX So you raised up your hand. Took that long walk down to the altar. Said a prayer, and they told you were born anew. And you really felt that way. For that day at least, but what they didn’t tell you, what they never tell you...
Sweet is the work of my God to praise thy name; spread thy word abroad, give thanks and sing… To show thy love by morning light and talk of all thy truths at night. Sweet is the day; when we shall rest, No mortal care shall stop my joy My...
The preacher once told a story Pretty much about our affairs so gory It’s the tale of a prodigal son But isn’t it also of the prodigality Of the father’s generosity? For which father would stand a son Poking him in the eyes While his sun still shines in the...
There’s a devil called the third leg There’s an evil that lurks the deepest of mindset It’s Luciferic Says the priest It’s Angelic Says my inner beast Go Abel!, Go Abel!! Go Abel!!! The clap of insatiability It’s the beacon of hell The Altar warns of calamity Why must the...
Open your mouths let your tongues taste the morning dew’s, farm fresh from heaven’s dock let it kiss your lips with its misty chill, so your charred rims would come alive again permit it soothe your pores, allow it drench your cores, and pierce your souls, darkened by the new...
When your strength is exhausted And your spirit is strapped of vigour… When you can no longer stand the ‘shaking’ And the horrors of life cause you to suffer bruxism… When your nose is put out of joint By the fists of fury and judgment… When you can no longer...
