Category Archives: Poems

Hung on the Word

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Hung on the Word

Love is the strings I hear that held You bound to the Cross
Falling down a cliff, but like Mary, I hung on Your every Word
Lost, seeking to find my path through life
I dive in, struggling through the battles I strive.
Do I have the strength to carry me through?
Or the nerve to testify that You’re good?
Falling, I held on

Blood is the flood that washed me from every stains of death
Blinded with tears, I used grace to wipe my eyes of earth
Discovery! The blood didn’t stain, it made free of pain
How do I explain the great worth of death and its gain?
Does this sound wise or it’s just in my own eyes?
That grace bought what was redeemed from the many lies
Falling to my knees, I stayed

Hung up on the cross and down to the grave
Purpose You made, was to make me no slave
Freed! The Word is indeed real and complete
Let me be! In Him, I’m beyond defeat
Spoken, full of light and power to deliver
A token, on which to trust as I believe
“Fallen”, the Word was my stay.

@imanikel 080421 (c) Frances Kelvin Otung

The Gift called Silence

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The Gift called Silence

Rushing to my lips were a variety of ‘amazing’ responses,
Suited for the cacophony of ‘shades’ shot at my defenses.
Begging to be released, so they wash the other
As if by this singular act, restore order.
Yet, the barricade upon my lips held it grounds,
Causing my insides to bear these painful rounds.
Taking pride and finding love in sweet words;
These, sliced deep and hurt like battle-field swords.
Silence ruled and reigned in my world of many voices,
As different options in my mind held its vices.

Toying with the script I plan to play, with no one for audience,
I created scenes and crops for that day of rewarding offence.
Silently, I weighed, analyzed and found guilty each word
Silently, the Word taunted me to give up my right to God
Silently, with pain gnawing at my core
I pushed past each unmemorable bore
Suggestions of peace came a knocking
Revenge said, “you gat to be joking!”
I had my chances to let it all out and think later
I said no, because a peace trophy is always better.

Silence is a precious gift…
I’m glad I used for this rift.

@imanikel 100221 (c) Frances Kelvin Otung

Wrap Me

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Wrap Me

Wrap me round you when the cold brews
Wrap me round you if you want hues
Wrap me round you if you seek clues
Wrap me round you i’ll pay your warmth dues!

Unwrap me from memories, let’s share stories
unwrap me from a time of heated glories
Unwrap me in your mind from memory stand
Unwrap me with a song, and dance to the band

Seek me out from piles of coloured tiles
Seek me out from your drawer of files
Seek me out to study my body
Seek me out we are more than buddies.

Search through the grains before it rains
Search through each lane, don’t let it drain
Search with intensity and find
Search, defy, don’t leave me behind!

@imanikel 18092020 Frances Kelvin Otung

Ride

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Ride

This week with Ronovan on his Decima Challenge

On the wings of the wind take flight
The one I love, together ride
Taking in scenes with so much pride
All that gives me pure delight
Saved me from unknown midnight blight
Moving made easy, love’s busy!
“Keep still or you’ll get too dizzy”
You show off and make memories…
adding glow to our lives’ stories
A complete ride, nothing risky!

@imanikel 21082020 Frances Kelvin Otung

Peace with my Past

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Peace with my Past

You’ve moved on like ‘centuries’ ago
making moments lose its’ glow…
Yet, I still see and reminisce
your moves and several instances
where your words lighted and remained
your deeds impacted and sustained,
leaving behind reminders that reek of you!

There should be a point I let go
and allow the currents to flow
taking with it bits and pieces past
so the new will find ground to breed fast,
creating new experiences with a tinge of old?
Nah! I’d rather grow learning, than put my life on a hold.
Leaving behind reminders that reek of you!

It is what it is,
Be silent in there please!
It is what it is
You’ve lost your ability to tease
It is what it is
With the past, I’ve made my peace.

@imanikel 21:08:2020 Frances Kelvin Otung

The Meeting

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The Meeting

One quiet Saturday evening a meeting convened
In attendance were my Future and Present being
The Past wouldn’t be put aside, came along
Thinking with other two, is where I belong!
Not wanting to be delayed, Future asked…
“Where will you be years from now in certain tasks?”
With patterns and paths I follow,
with strategies and plans so shallow…
“Not far, I fear”, I reckoned
“Come, let’s talk”, she beckoned.

It’s not about another’s pace
Everyone runs their own race
Neither is it about undirected haste
You’d go far if in His sufficient grace.
Past listened and nodded with concerned gaze.
“There’s no part for me to play in this place,
off I go to remain quiet in history
Till the day comes for her to tell our story”.
I had a meeting with Future…
I rose, ready for adventure!

@imanikel 13082020 Frances Kelvin Otung

Stay

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Stay

How do I resist the word, stay?
Turn back on a call to remain,
I weighed it, there seems to be gain
But will it suffice my day’s pay?
Surely, there’s more to life, today
Digging, I searched beyond the seen
Moved fast across places I’ve been!
It’s not just the word, but desire
That keeps me burning this fire!
…and fruits of obedience glean

As if he senses my weariness in maintaining my routine, Ronovan says STAY, that’s the topic for this week’s Decima Challenge

@imanikel 12082020 Frances Kelvin Otung

Prize

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Prize

It’s a long road to victory

One that cost us family hours

And an end to smell the flowers

If you must, win! Make history!

Be a part of today’s story.

Don’t let anyone make you sigh,

As they all connivingly vie.

Will you attempt to jeopardize

Or willingly pay for the Prize?

All it takes to see you rise high!

That’s how this week went with Ronovan Décima Poetry Challenge.

@imanikel 06082020 Frances Kelvin Otung

I wish

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photo by V Hui

I wish I could step on you and float through to the center
Release my bunch to meet my lost brother
I hope he’d rise above the splash into blue skies,
And join me to play till its bedtime or moon rise.

Would you be able to carry two?
Though by the look of things, he won’t dare you!
It seems, Caesar won’t let my wishes come true this time.
I wish I could rewind time to the day before the crime.

The waves beckon, but remembrance cautions,
Away from the solid sides you go dear phantom,
Away, you go!

*I was missing out on our 100 word story and I found Sonya! Yayy!

@imanikel 06082020 Frances Kelvin Otung