Skip to main content

DEEDS OF ARMS

"And let not the left, know the affairs of the right hand"

There is this good caution for all men

But if it is a right thing then,


Does the good book have a problem?

Why should the kindness of my right arm,

Hide his benevolence from the other?

Is it for fear of envy or harm?

Perhaps a craft of unnecessary bother.


Oo long live great Absalom!

Do you expect me to say shalom,

To baby mother Jerubbal, wife of Gideon?

The medianite's underdog warrior

Israel's deliverer at age minor

Descendant of a family with many wives

Men who don't fear to lose their own lives.


Hail the King Abimelech!

Looking for a beautiful damsel to perch?

After making allies with your mother in the west,

To deracinate your dad's family on the east?

That which has almost been worst,

Was feasting on David's crown so tight

After chasing him from his throne that night

Retiring him from the kingship fight.


Were you just a knight?

Born of woman to ignite

The flame that would burn for life

Or by searching for a beautiful wife, 

You forgot the woes of a sharp knife?


There comes the family of faith and lies,

Guarded by God, fate and allies.

Although the last of them is late,

Their albums are ours to update.

If Abraham has fathered Isaac,

Then a good lie, none should forsake

For like father did for Sarah

So did son for Rebekah

"She is my sister" they both said.

And allowed them to go into his bed,

Preserving their lives from death,

Disregarding their wives' worth.


Travel to that city in the book of Genesis

Read chapters twenty to twenty-six

If you find a good reason to tell a lie

Also ask if it is worth to live or die

Mark chapter three verse twenty-eight

All sins have been forgiven till date

But that against the Spirit, is death straight.

               

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

YOUR own PEN

Something mostly divine, Sometimes, it's ours to define. Unlike the plant called Vine, Destiny seldom has pine. And it is our duty to prune and refine. From the feet till we see the spine. It may be a good omen, To which we shout Amen. It might have a fault to mend or dirt to filter, Which might make us think that God did falter. But we can write our own destiny. Yes, we always do. Remember that road you used to the mill, The particular person you talked to, Has it not been your own will? When you wanted to learn, Even when in prayer you did yearn, You took that training seriously, And you passed out successfully, That was your own destiny. That was your pen on paper. When you write, no one can alter. I am the secretary of the God you don't know. Now wait while I print yours out to show. Written down by you as white as snow.

Poem for a good wife’s birthday

TRENDING! Happy birthday to you my soul mate. My only best friend till date If I have a chance for a new love mate, You’ll still be the one I’ll date. Thank you for coming into my life Thank you for being my wife Thank you for not giving me strife But rather being my hive  God bless you for the peace in our marriage  God bless your womb and her fruit  You’ve lived with me in truth  And since I have not the voice, I’ll sing for you with flute.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED

BeHIND CLOSEd DOor

She asked we meet at her house, And I was like, Aarh! For she wore mini skirt and blouse, So I had to leave the door ajar. Thus how I rather fell to her char. Oo son of Abel Fearn't thee the daughter of Jezebel? For all men, your dad was the last  To be soiled with her lust. So that in Ghana, aside malaria All medication has an ability Far stronger than Viagra Supposed to enhance sexuality. She gave me a dose For the cordial path we paved And we introduced it to those Who in Christ, were already saved. Now they buy it more than us Taking it in as much as We have had in our lifetime, Until their untimely lifeline.  But there's a spirit in man Able to nurture a holy generation With pure heart not woven in yarn In this era of erotic dispensation.