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BULLETS IN A CANDY BAR by Jude Osen Ashiedu

9/27/2007

Enlightening signs of a speechless tutor.
Blends of photons and Angel rays.
Indomitable winner of an endless marathon.
Old blessings revived in our days.
Being the glory of our eyes.
Stainless gloss on love’s seamless tiles.

I can see the alchemy everywhere.
That forms hope for them in cruel fear.
Quickened the bones, leaves and ideas.

Cloned pulses that would bridge the years.

Zillion shot on fragile panels.
Yet unbroken by their numerous bashing.
Like troops in silent invasion.

DYING EMPTY by Jude Osen Ashiedu

9/24/2008

Sometimes I feel am done with poetry.
Never to think of its all and sundry.
But here am I again and again.
With a pen and less strain.
Ejaculating silent calls.
For am striving to die emptied of it all.
Empty pen, empty heart and spotless sheet.
So the world knows am done.
Done with word pottery.
Its magical lyrics and delicacies.
Not a dime with the grave to share.
Her gates fortified by undying maggots.
They await men, fat with treasures.
Within whose bones laid the untouched miracles.
When I see them dead on TV.
I see woes added to the confused world.
Untapped minds, useless to the gloomy grave.
Then and again I pray to die emptied.
Bloodless, selfless, senseless and all less than nothing.
Never to feed the ghastly worms fat.
But to have inspired the world with divine facts.

Dying with Passion by Jude Osen Ashiedu

9/2/2010

With so much passion we die.
In a less luxurious appeal.
The celebrated birthdays of the dead.
A few dollars cellphone save lives.
Millions spent on transporter coffins.
To shorten too precious a time.
Then interrupt our own lifespan.
Though very fast, but shorter than expected.
Maybe we never really die.
So be much pride in our death.
Greatly marvelous in our eyes.

LOVE LIFE by Jude Osen Ashiedu

9/14/2006

Count 'Oh Love in all I do,
For thy deeds can make things new.
Commune daily in my thoughts,
Help me hinder selfish plots.
Fill void hearts with thy bounties,
Till there's boom of boundless bliss.
Such as Heaven,is man's wish,
Christ has hewed that perfect niche.
Make thy time more to endure,
This will be a lasting cure,
For sickness,violence and wars.
The weak fall prey to flaws.
Count 'Oh Love in all we do,
Rule our views,news and miliuex.

Sufficent Shepherdry by Jude Osen Ashiedu

8/9/2009

I learnt how not to Want.
The Lord is my shepherd.
My eyes anchored on God's mercy.
On His hill there my trust will be.
For my faith is garnished with His Word.
No fright gives me cold feet.
When confronted with legless mountains.
By faith they walk out in defeat.

NEON SIGN QUOTES by Jude Osen Ashiedu

8/21/2010

We can get the precise population of the world, when people will honour their words more than their names.

There’s not enough security to guarantee your safety, when your security is at stake.

The richest people on earth make more money; while the wealthiest folks run the economy.

Competition is stiff in a market destitute of creativity; because in the ideal business of Business Intelligence advance monopoly is determined by numerous values floated and not by choking your competitors.

It is a wonderful world, where Asians are inspired by needs; Americans are more interested in winning; Europeans are better progressives; Africans rather contribute their quota and others are variants.

O unrighteous mammon, More than a third of the world’s population makes money by honey coated deceits; a few more by mint sentimentality and less than a fraction have nothing because the truth has made them free.

World peace is not dependent on the number of battles to be won, but the rapid population patronizing such ecstasy.

The world will not end in a day, because it was not created that fast. It will end in approximately the time taken to create, in order to minimize her causalities.

While the breed of sinners is dying fast; an ungodly generation rapidly arises. For in the Gospel, life is business.

People are moved more by the truth than fallacies. Consciously or unconsciously many believe ignorance is bliss, leaving a depleting niche for wise offspring’s.

We can not sincerely blame our fathers and curse our mothers. Same will be meted out on us when our children find out the truth.

Like Christ, the place of Satan can not be taken by anyone creature in existence. He’s always the first, last and preferred benefactor in evil alliances.

Little do we understand that our name are solely dependent on us and not vice versa; for global warming is not a result of much greenhouse emissions, but due to excessive abominations dissipated by men.

Surprisingly, most persons don’t think they’re worthy of Hell; though they fell a little bit more worthy of Heaven. This has made Identity management the most difficult career on earth.

Little do men prefer the devil to the deity; one proffers a tough solution to a seemingly easy situation and the other a seemingly easy solution to a tough situation. For men never really are confused but are deeply indecisive.

An idea not shared is worthless as those in graveyards. No man can honour himself more than what others give him.

Sharper economic patterns and not policies will stop the meltdown. Sharper new policies will not sharpen the blunt patterns. Policy to policy and patterns to patterns.

Those trying to live sexy prefer a lifestyle less expected of humans; they arouse the basest admiration of mankind. Modesty is just the basics, there’s a higher life on top.

We are in a generation who sees modest dressing as a mediocre fashion and prickly convenience. We prefer the stunner with riotous body languages; not just a mumbling figure.

Since demand is based on what is available. It is then left for producers to extensively distinguish their products, until it is no longer an alternative but an additive necessity.

A business should have fully expanded before inauguration. Therefore capital will be needed just to maintain the vision.

When the world was young by Jude Osen Ashiedu

8/21/2010

While elemental spirits strove.
Their duty keeping perfection.
When mankind too young to be born.
Hell barren with no mortal son.
Just began the fifty-fifty conspiracy.
Treasures littered the earth's surface.
Celestial bodies like exterior decors.
The sinews of luminescence.
Most gods played their roles.
Before the creation of puppets.
Nothing but a pack of curiosity.
Scion in disputed spiritual realm.
To be born into the ancient crossfire.
Many undocumented casualties.
Never made for our consumption.
All quests into history aggravates aging.
Her memory lanes leads to more imperfection.
As the creator has no beginning.
Now within the future for His seekers.
Same shall find Him ahead of time.

CLONERACE ACTIVIST by Jude Osen Ashiedu

8/21/2010

Clones have souls.
God loves them.
Christ also died for clones.
Abraham's blessing are theirs.
They will make heaven or hell.
Souls can never be duplicated.
The body is inferior to the soul.
They are not memory banks.
We are all from same source.
Verified ones should vote and be voted for.
Why should they be our casualty?
God created them male and female.
Science learned to fashion them.
Impossible to breed lesser humnabeings.
All have equal humanrights.
Far from being andriods.
Protect all human clones.
Earth is also their home.

When we Pray Amiss by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/9/2009

When we are to ask.
We take a microscope to seek.

At the entrance door.
Most atimes we blindly ask, not knock.

When it is time to seek things out.
We kindly look for doors to knock at.

Then Heaven is silent to our prayers.
To pounder over our requests.

THE LAST, LAUGHED by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/8/2008

I feel it; just imagine it.
First, that day they would show their teeth.
Not because they mock their vanquished fellows.
Those whose miseries eclipse their milieu.
But the joy of an escapee.
From a graphic nightmare to reality’s feast.
The smiles of a happy multitude.
Their first day in life’s eternity.
More than just a prose or a poem.
More than just one song or literary term.
A day in which all poets must flounder.
When the heart finds nothing else upon to ponder.
In groups, all day long they shall cry.
To be consoled by none, but their Master’s advice.
Their tears of joy that becomes the white river.
Flows and refreshes their evergreen paradise.

A Commandment for the Blessed soul by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/4/2009

You must be a blessing.

To all souls on your encountering.

IDLE POET by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/4/2008

What a day of blank plots.
Quite empty of vibrant thoughts.
I prayed for instant insight.
It came encrypted; very tight.
Pen shivered in cold hands.
Fingers enervated by numbing plans.
Soon banged my head against the wall.
Only a worthless lump would come.
Screamed aloud to rejuvenate my head.
I have forgotten what I then said.
My mind is stranded! Nothing I could find.
Is my heart going blind?
No words to express.
What ideas would come first?
Within are indistinct voices.
O! Mere passers-by and their noises.

Even the idlest poet,
Is forever-busy remolding words.

GREEN HAIL THY QUEEN (THE SONG) by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/4/2008

Green hail thy queen.
She sent forth messages.
Melodies swim in her stream.
On tour through all countries.

Here comes the incumbent queen.
Waved by the foliage team.
Flowers are soon to leave.
While leaves are free to breed.

In drought, she brings moist breeze.
In floods, she sucks up clean.
Hail queen of unnumbered green.
For free she spreads out seeds.

When vexed, she calls her lords.
Cyclones spinning dirt and dust.
When calm her raging force.
She undresses the skin and pores.

Green hail thy volatile queen.
An angel, pure unseen.
Never sail against the wind.
For she leads you to your dream.

THE UPPER ROOM by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/31/2008

Hold fast to the Upper Room.
There we find no use for the broom.
Prescriptions would be a waste.
For our tongues finds a new taste.
There our conscience will be at rest.
No more pricking of the chest.
A room without danger signs.
Only filled with progress tags.
There love would be mild.
No hate to rouse her too wild.

TUMBLE DRY by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/24/2009

Circumstances like a refinery.
To purify soul in it.
Even when tempted to dodge.
Do not go out with the sludge.

Trials and temptations.
The strong and the weak nations.
Always a way out.
Focus to avoid a roundabout.

Enter rest and the tempest.
Slow preys and fast predators.
Many victims and few victors.
From the God of effects and causes.

THE TRINITY AND ONE by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/23/2008

The Father, unchanging and awesome.
Invincible to men and angels;
Him, who created unseen things;
Long-suffering is His name.
Loving-kindness, an uncompromised fame.
The only power, forever be.
For His glory none can reach.

The Son;
Sole image of the Father;
His Visible identity, with no other.
Once the Son of man.
Now the saints’ eternal life span.
Brave crucifier of sin.
His disciples are born to win.

The Holy Spirit.
Omnipresent manifestation of the Father;
Beyond the depths where tongues would flounder.
Teacher and comforter of the saints.
Rejuvenator of the faint.
The only life, wherever there is bliss.

The Trinity.
The Divine committee;
An unbreakable bridge.
Runs the most current tides.
Never adjourns; in rigour they decide.
An ageless trend of modernity.
A rulership of ease and gravity.

Mankind.
Modern man primitive to the trendier heavens;
By our revelling we are deafen.
Wild with arrogance.
Speculates about their second chance.
Enjoys their shams and humbugs.
Detest saints and true wisdom.

A HOME by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/23/2004

A home is of spiritual significance,
It is the soul of a tent in all essence.

People may admire a mansion and it's cedars,
but they love most it's dwellers.

Most tents have lost their natural warmth,
as chaos eloped with one bringing comfort.

A broken home is a dying soul,
making the tent desolate and cold.

Nourish a home with spiritual fragrance,
and it will be kept in the Lord's guidance.

If every tent reads bedtime stories of Jesus,
it's dawn will always be luminous.

TRANSLATED by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/21/2010

Aging world, the ennui singeing my soul.
Defiant rest; my desideratum.
Relocation plots to the home of glory.
Obscurantism; my angel's drive.
Once with a hulking tongue; I shushed.
Any gift of obeisance can dent him.
Lethal to his divine mission.
Unhindered, I induced a comma.
To defy mortal jurisdictions.
A dozen and half hours of slumber.
The Grim Reaper on french leave.
Am Shuffling towards a rising murmur.
Maybe close to immigration control.
Anticipating her luminous officers.
My torch in gloom's wonderland.
Their voices roamed about indistinctly.
I peeped through a lidded eye.
And same aging world, arise.
A shimmering blue faced orb in orbit.

First Things, are First by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/21/2010

To comprehend an idea, unlearn others.
If you need a friend, be ready.

When you seek to lead, do not follow.
In your diplomacy, do not drown.

When you help others, give God thanks.
Always teach your head all about your heart.

When taking the cup of consolation, drink responsibly.
If you detest aging, learn to celebrate.

When Ideas that don't prosper in your heart and head.
The same will fail in your hands.

Plan your Faith as you plan your budget.
For Faith is the substance and hope the shadow.

Reward your business more than than it rewards you.
Give witty counsels before giving out money.

A Joker's delight by Jude Osen Ashiedu

7/1/2009

The pestilential teaser.
Incumbent word as district's ogre.
Street blocks was his arena.
Evenings when labourers match home.
The blade of his tongue.
Mete out incisions on victims.
Their scars defied plastic surgery.
Their silent screams and bleeding skins.
What can cops do?
In day time bouncers were busted.
By the hyenas around him.
These subjects swore hysterics.
To an indomitable jester.
His leave will deflate lungs thereafter.