The Solitary Verses

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Published by AuthorHouse    06/26/2015

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Contents

Tomorrow

I Owe You Not

The Sadistic Boss

My Hope

The Rain

The Earthly Stage

Oh Dirge

The Child Soldier

The Pain Of The Boss

The Death Trap Roads

Promotion Fever

The Arrival Of The Private Jet After Death

I Bow Before You

Bigger Than You Job

Deceit Of Love

Outward Beauty

Two Dictators

Forward Ever

A Price

The Cheats

Your Kindness

The Fragile Psychophant

Time

I Spit On Your Tomb

The Unholy Boko

I Launch Myself

Heaven

Sad Seperation

The Lagos Driver

Wasted Years With Meagre Take Home

I Sorry For You

You Are Astonished

The Sack

I Declare

Speed Of Greatness

One Touch

Extended Line For Insurgents

Employer

Month End Request

My Anointed Pen

A Seed Of Hope

Do Not Run Him Down

I Trust In Thee

I Thank You

Feel Good

Prosper

Mess Into Message

Lavish Library

Whether You Acknowlege It Or Not

God Breathe In My Direction

Your Pain

Dream

He Turned It Around

Greatest Phenomenon

Mr Sam

The Land Of Pure Delight

A Good Name

So Badly Branded

Start Everyday Afresh

The Fire In A Sanctuary

Loot

The Union Jack

Why Waste You Time To Mass

Sons Of National Thieves

Transitary Lifetime

Battered By Life

Electricity

Africa Leaders

It Is No Secret

No Joy In Suffering

Signs

You Gave Me A Gift

Eternal

Uncle Sunny

Without Arms And Legs

Who Can See Tomorrow

Dear God

If Wishes Were Horses

Two Internet Lovers And Decievers

Storm In The Sea

Are You On A Cross Road?

Fisherman Turned Midwife For Stingray

Thank You

Alamgba

I Am Free

You Don’t Need To Insult This Man

Who Can See The Future?

Weary Life

You Are Not Ready

The Ease And Peace

Independence

With Pity

The Mutiny Soldiers

The Exist Day

Contentment

Ub

Who Has The Final Say?

Amazing Grace

Rough Driver: The Lagos Story

The Santuary Workers

Natural To Supernatural

My Great Country

Insult In The Holy Place

Someday

Is That All There Is?

Broken Sermon

The Caged Men

Orphans With Parents

He Touched Me

I Can Face Tomorrow

Salvation Message In Poor Places

Memory Of Yesterday

Through It All

The Gang Stars In The Offices

The Lion And Crocodile By A River

The Primitive Opportunist

The Blind Football Analyst

The Blind Man And A Young Lady

Garden By The Grave Side

A Walk To The Sea

Weakness

What Is Your Problem?

What Excuse

I’m Free

Uba Egbe

The Dead Woman And The Night Bird

I Can See How Sad You Feel

Who Are These Murderers

Disaster

Oh Lord

Too Many A Lie

Do Not Laugh At Us

Baby In The Womb

You Don’t Know It All

Ocean

World Of Problems

Heavenly Father- Earthly Father

Who Will Be Our Helper?

Life Is Short

Do Not Weep By My Grave

Betrayal Friend

You Will Never Change

Oh Sleep

Surprise

You Will Not Deceive Us Again

I Feel Pity For My Country

The Political Parties

The Moon

You Will See Me Soon

Genuine Hard Work

I Celebrate Myself And Sing To My Self

How Much Time Do You Have?

The Native Doctor’s Spirit And A Thief

Logger Heads Church Leaders Before God In Heaven

You Will Rise Again Mum

In Our Hearts

The Peace Of Nature

A Party On Epouranic Ship

Such An Anointed Man Of God

I Am Baffled At Your Creativity

Did I Do Anything Wrong Helping You?

The Snake And Crocodile Fight

Are You My Friend?

Cross Road And Delima Of A Spirit

How Would Heaven Look With Two Enemies?

The Innocent Convict

God Will Bless You

Freedom

Death In The Family

Where Are You My Daddy?

My Husband In A Spiritual Jail

When A King Falls

Why Are You So Criminal?

So Why Was The Noise After All?

You Cannot Scare Me You Witch Bird Of The Night

Work Seeker Interview

Forgotten

You Are Caged

Compare Your Boss To Our Christ?

I Tap On Your Anointing

Christmas

Knowledge Is Power

You Have No Regards For Books

A Time To Pray

I Came To See You Stabbed

Why Did You Sabotage Her Marriage?

Cheer Up, The Word Works

I Live Forever And Ever

Footballer

You Died So Young

My Insane Solitary

Photo Shot By The Dead River – Swallow By Crocodile

I Will Serve You Lord

I See You Democracy

If You Relegate Me- God Has Not

You Are Likely The Same Here

I Was Satisfied With The Job

Christmas

The Television Interview Liars

He Hath Made Me Laughter

President Kenyatta

Who Can Save The Peoples’ Democracy?

Death Of A Bad Man

A Guerilla Saves Electrocuted Brother

Render Help To Children

Why Did You Beat Her?

Stealing In Church

I Illuminate His Kindness And Light

Sleeping On Sterring

I Have Suffered, But I Thank God

The Foolish Daughter

Fame

We Are Expecting Jesus

Communities At War

If I Die Now

Do Not Spite A Man God Honours

I Am Sold Out To Success

I Have Not Met You Before

Your Meaningless Songs

The Terror Of The Place

I Left Here Peaceful

The Colour Of Kindness

The Year Is Running Out

Stay In The Pond

The Hen And It’s Owner

This Is My Year Of Triumph

Believe In Yourself

Peaceful Mysterious Waterfall

Divine Wisdom Is From Him

Learn From History

Productivity Never Comes By Accident

The Word Of God Is Fire In My Mouth

These Houses And Lands Of The Barracks

This Inflation

For

Dad

Enyi Egbe

Mma Kodjo

Uncle Sunny Egbe

Uba Egbe

Life on earth is short and vain

Tomorrow

The bright light is far from setting,

All roads lead to an expected end,

The depth of trust is in the headings,

That much of this could be far from berthing.

How far you failed to see yourself mourn,

That gold you dug so hard and dear,

Your wrath is soon with time to come,

To fall on ground you hardly will dare.

My light will shine and shine and shine,

To far away land my name will go,

Your plot has fallen on rock so fine,

To put your life of shame and wine.

My end shall be exceeding great,

The past indeed not true my future,

Your end with pity so far, no feat,

And beg with humiliation as part of your torture.

I Owe You Not

What travail is it that you put in me?

How disheartened do I truly regret of this?

To push I sought to seek through Him,

A Lord that owns and dwell in thee.

The quest I put in time for you,

At nothing you got the altar tree,

And though I wonder who tapped and who,

The juice of wrath that has a three.

I frown and hate your spiteful wish,

Alas I blame and wish thou well,

The list of thee I scornfully fish,

To the pocket that holds a box of hell.

My God to Him I truly bow,

And I to sit in final time,

Your snare in sin a fitly row,

The run I sought of early prime.

The Sadistic Boss

You groan, honest pains, talks to the negatives,

Your mind and deeds are about the downward turns,

How sad that you see the wrongs of others, the primitives,

And peoples’ smiles, you sadist are part of your frowns.

You claim you are perfect and full of knowledge.

And then you ran the many irrelevant courses.

This is not of a truth part of the civilized courage.

That puts a real man in the right places.

Your smile is the mock of humanity,

Your praise is the deride of shamelessness,

The praise to His Holiness is your profanity,

To whom you forget his sincere faithfulness.

The treks you do are a mock of exercises,

And why couldn’t you do a stretched marathon?

No gallant soldier puts shoes to the wrong sizes,

Or put his praise to the public in a mega thorn.

You could fall and fall and fall and fall,

As you feign and mock and mock the poor,

And truly so did this Satan ignore the fault,

That sees you so quickly and sadly to pour.

My Hope

You see me strong and shine and shine,

My eyes are hinged in the zenith of height,

As far as long my eyes could push beyond the might,

For this life of mine is so beautiful and fine.

You want to see me broken with grief,

And come to you in vain with self pity,

Your hands so dreaded with dirt in heave,

The shame of bitter that soiled your sleeve.

In thee, O lord I will always put my trust,

Your arm cuddles me with hope and love,

I soar the tides and I will not frost,

To put me in shame, you are my resolve.

You send help to me from heaven,

There is none so kind like you from heaven,

They see you are the God Almighty even the brethren,

My smile and triumph in all they have see to be proven.

The Rain

Your thundering flow is beautiful to behold,

The cool breeze accompany the fall from heaven,

The gift of nature I humbly behold,

To see the peace like a roving laden.

Indeed the desert will yield more crops,

Indeed the desert will have some water,

Indeed you are far from the hand of Lucifer,

That put mankind in debt and flops.

How far do you weep from so far above?

And fear, then flood of the threatening cloud?

Do bring peace and love, no harm like the Dove,

The thundering beat on the roof tops so loud.

The birds and sheep for shelter will seek,

And man in the house will rest and sleep,

Your hand sometimes of gentle kind leap,

And sometimes too of rough unkind peak.

The Earthly Stage

At birth we enter into the first scene of the play script that none is fast as each day unfolds its myth,

The scenes are different from environment, families and other social characteristic that make up the peculiar individual birth,

There is an entry point and then the exit.

Both are either marred with woeful chart of terrible experiences, or filled with joyful train of amazing growth lit,

The early slowly creeping infant soon becomes the strange school boy that follow the faith of greatness or the child soldier that keeps the rain of bullets at its peak in the mangrove forest feat,

How brief it is that the life could sometimes be like a feast,

That the end is often heralded with sorrow, pain and misery,

Of souls unwilling to depart their mortal bodies in fury,

Sometimes seeking forgiveness that is far from the mouth of justice,

Of assets, many unknown men will take without justice,

And the brides, soon another man’s warm linen practice.

Full of strange mockery scenes you could behold the true nature of these men in parts,

The mouth of mourners are filed with chewed substances that seek to hold

the will of the dead, care of heart,

Of the other, they grow to hilltops with the velocity of a car racer or flight,

Their might is their ability therein to forgot the One who sits afar off,

They grow into cognizance with pot bellies that curve outwards and rough,

Their slippery faces are that of clowning sharks,

That lies wait for a fall like the evil electric sparks.

And lo and lo I see it all, so funny,

That man can live and do these any,

And lo and lo the journey soon ends,

To damnation or eternity soon blends.

Oh Dirge

You steal the soul away so abrupt,

And put them all in fear of the moment,

You slain in the most cruel rapt,

The joy of a people you crashed with the helmet.

How fast you stole away their joy,

Their help and care they will get no more,

Your hand of cold you stained their eyes like toy,

That closed and closed to open no more.

Their fear will fill the big sized drum,

Friend cannot comfort the pain this brings,

The night is quiet from the tranquil hums,

The loss our, hearts truly clings.

And though the coffin they laid so low,

The many that fell to your timeless breath,

I stand to dare your ceaseless hold,

To him that paid the priceless death.

The Child Soldier

Your birth is sane and lowly brand,

The vaccinations you got from mother’s zeal,

The drugs you hard were soon they banned,

With leaves and herbs she tried to have you healed.

So soon you crawled will stand and fall,

As fast and proud I saw you grow,

The sun now sets on the timely hall,

That forced us to flee the rebels glow.

The kids they took so far into the forest.

Sometimes they labour in stretched hunted deserts

And then they put these kids their heads to rest

With drugs their heads refuse to desert.

You kill and maim from the commander’s orders,

Too young you did these gruesome acts,

My tears for you not far from others,

Of blood so split from your infant hearts.

The Pain Of The Boss

Your face is dark with grief,

You stand tall and empty in pain,

All the desires are fallen away so brief,

So far from the long awaited gain.

Oh! Down and low spirited soul,

You carry no cars or sheep and horses,

All sins