WHEN HE SPOKE

By

Ovie Mordi

 

The wedding was about to ruin

For the wine pipe had ceased to run

The guests murmured in dissatisfaction

As the speaker gave a dissertation

Then in came he

Whose voice all things heed

And when he spoke

Water turned indeed to wine

 

In the middle of the sea

Their little boat was soon to sink

Last prayers were said in fear

For all thought the end was near

Then along came he

Whose voice all things heed

And when he spoke

A doubting Peter on water walked

 

The fear of death was past

For death had done its part

Weeping and wailing rent the air

In reckless abandon without a care

Then along came he

Whose voice all things heed

And when he spoke

A dead Lazarus rose to life

 

Beyond just stories these are

For I too have been there

Between a rock and a hard place

Seemingly hopeless was my case

But along came the Christ

Whose voice my case did heed

And because he spoke

I stand here saved to speak of him

TIME HAPPENS

By

Ovie Mordi

Once on a cool Friday evening

Strolling in my backyard garden

I looked upon a caterpillar

With scorn in my eyes

As it crawled on a blade of grass

Then I saw a butterfly

Floating in the wind

Aah! I exclaimed

Enchanting beauty this is

Would that the creator

Created all things butterflies

Then would my eyes be spared

Of such detestable creatures

Of which the caterpillar is chief

 

Young and foolish

I quite was then

Now time has taught me

And I know better

For as the seconds tick by

The caterpillar despised

Becomes the butterfly adored

Take heed you who despise today

And be rest assured oh you despised

For time is that element of life

Working by mechanisms unseen

And by processes hidden

To birth the desirable

Where once was the undesirable

(Photo credit: Internet)

IN LOVE

By

Ovie Mordi

 

Stars twinkle in the azure sky

The falcate moon shines with a smile

The scent of love pervades the air

Like the perfume of gods up high

 

Serenades ring from an unseen lyre

Filling my ears where I lie

And stoking a fire in my soul

Wherein love embers do glow

 

Across the Pacific waters I’ll brave

But to drown in your love I crave

High I stand before a dreadful foe

But conquered by your love I fall

 

If loving you be the death of me

Still in dearth of deaths I’ll be

Though I a thousand times die

For all I seek is to be thine

 

(Photo Credit: Internet)

I Wish

Reblogged from Kurt Rees:

When your eyes meet mine
can you see past the color?
You would know
what my heart holds for you.
I want to tell you how I feel,
but am afraid your feelings
wouldn't be the same.

I can taste you
before we kiss
and can feel your skin
before we touch.
Except for these feelings,
I don't know anyone…

Read more… 98 more words

A great write by Kurt Rees. I couldn't resist the temptation to reblog this. Thank you Kurt

ONE WISH LEFT

By

Ovie Mordi

Turmoil brews within

Chaos rages without

Tempestuous  winds I can’t allay

Threaten my form

Disorder has swallowed up order

Capriciousness has predictability expelled

The sun stays hidden behind the horizon

All be dark and dank

Shrouded in perpetual lightlessness

Fear clutches the corners of my heart

The hopelessness of hope revealed

Faith fails in the face of such fate

Manacled and subjected to debacle

I feel my eyelids tremble as they close

I feel me succumb

To the finality of death

With just one wish left

In a heart that pulsated no more

Just one wish left…

I wish…

That I had loved…

More…

LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF

 By

Ovie Mordi

 

I would like to introduce myself… again

Yes… again

“Have we met before?” you ask

Oh yes we have on so many times and occasions

Each carefully orchestrated and sequenced to bring you to a point of complete realization.

Even though you adduce those meetings to happenstance and random manifestations

But I assure you in all truthfulness that every step I have ever taken towards you,

Every time my hands touched you,

Every word my lips have uttered to you

Where in all judicial deliberateness and after careful contemplation

I wonder how you never seem to recognize me. I am even more bewildered that you so easily confuse me for what I’m not.

Yes! You confuse me for the tall dark and handsome guy who for your sake, seems willing to spend and be spent, giving you from the abundance of his poverty mistaken for wealth, any and every material thing that your heart lusts after.

You confuse me for the lady who says

“I can’t bear to lose you…”

And so richly and freely gives you ephemeral pleasures in those fleeting moments when NEPA¹ says… “lights out!”

Hello??? That’s not me? I’m not even close to that!

I am the one who gives you, expecting nothing in return.

I am the one who is mindful and careful about you even when you care less about yourself.

I am the one who would tell you the truth you don’t want to hear, at the risk of being misunderstood and mistaken for being insensitive and unfeeling.

Come on! I am the one who rather than feign ignorance or give superficial treatment would open your festering wounds infected by the germs of low self esteem, bitterness and un-forgiveness and apply, my balm that heals and ointment that sooths

Though I grieve deeply when your soul wrenching screams fill my ears because of the pain that sometimes come with the healing process.

But knowing that your pain in those moments works for you a greater and more and exceeding weight of joy, I do what needs to be done.

Still trying to figure who I am?

I am your daddy. Yes that same daddy you spurn and despise, interpreting as possessiveness and control, my compulsive disposition to shield and protect you from the many hurts the world has to offer.

Though far away from my presence you have strayed, indulging in indulgencies your heart craftily conceives. Yet after you I run, seeing how bankruptcy lurks ahead, and how the pig style beckons to you on the path you have blindly chosen for yourself.

I am the one who motivated by love in its purest form and  the task that was set ahead, practiced with nails and hammers as a carpenter’s son, for the time when my hands and feet would be stretched out on a rugged wooden stake for rusty nails to pierce through them for the propitiation of your sins.

I am your Christ…

I am your God…

And if you will allow me, I will be to you

Jehovah El Romantique…

The one that takes your breath away…

For I am…your Love.

 

1. National Electric Power Authority: Now Power Holding Company of Nigeria (PHCN), responsible for power generation and distribution in Nigeria. It was  known for its incompetence and inconsistency.

 

 

 

 

INDICTED!

 

By

Ovie Mordi

My poem fields

Lie fallow

My ink horn

Brimming with ink unused

Work and responsibility

Seek to my mind obstipate

Yet a thousand embryos

Of poetry cry out for expression

Seeking to be birthed

Oh! That I could

A midwife summon

For to help in their delivery

But I alone must be

The midwife to myself

So until such a time

I take responsibility

I live as one charged

With the crime

Of Unexpressed poetry