Oh My Father in heaven. Battery low got me late. Nevertheless world poets and poetesses will understand my situation.     WORLD POETRY DAY THE WORLD IS YOUNG WHEN WE WORDS WERE BORN BUT THE BEAUTIFUL ONES ARE STILL YET BEEN BORN. THE LIKES OF THE OLD BARDS, THAT NEVER FALL SHORT OF WORDS EVERYWHERE INCLUDING THE BAR. THEIR WORDS ARE WELL KNOWN IN THE STRONGEST BARS, YET THEY PIERCED THE HEART BY THE SWORD OF THE MIGHTY WORDS. AM ONE OF THE BEAUTIFUL ONES NOT YET BORN INTO THE WORLD, MY SPEECH ARE STILL RAMPAGING THE EARTHLY DUST AND NOT THE WARES. AM ONE OF THE ARTIST NOT YET SHOWN TO THE WORLD, YET BEEN CAST OUT WITH STONES AROUND THE CORNER OF THE STREET AND THE ROADSIDE. MY WORDS WILL FLOW LIKE THE SEA,AND THEIR HEART WILL LEAP TO MY SIDE DAY AND NIGHT. EMBRYO OF MY WORDS IS IN, STILL CYCLING AROUND FOR GROWTH AND STRENGTH. IT'S BEING IN THE WORLD WILL CAUSE THE FALL OF THE GREATEST TREES AND MOUNTAINS. MY ...

SOMEWHERE IN LIFE WE WILL ALL PLACE OUR FILES TO THE JUDGE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH, WHERE ALL THINGS WILL DIE TO LIVE. Somewhere the dust will heed To a thick deep voice And the earthenwares will awaken To the rumble of the cloud. Somewhere a man will be Not where he was deceived, By the potion of a woman. This none is aware yet. Somehow somewhere a mighty crag will show for the atheist to worship  The greatest artist of the creation In a loud way and passion. Somewhere a better place is The way no one knows Except the pilot that flies The billions with just the tip of his finger. Somewhere someday This will be remembered By generations for ever Even when am nomore. #poet of.life #beauty of creation #Ayobamiayanfemi@gmail.com #poet Aybam

No One But You Dearest Mother! From East to West  No one but you From North to South No one but you You alone in this world deserve to be my deliverer. Never can I live without your breath. Called you mother  Available you are when needed as a: Shoulder to cry on A listening ear to hear me out An open arm to hug me when in pain A heart to accept, correct and accommodate me when I err  An eyes filled with love to look at me when I'm to looked upon Oh! What more can I say mama,mom, dearest mother... A million words can't describe your wonderful deeds towards me. Called you mother:  For the undefeated love shown, If blood can run as tap Into my veins and artillery, I will forgo the oxygen I breathe And  the carbon dioxide I breathe out. Your protection my guide, Your provision my light. Preserved me like a treasure did you Oh! Dearest Mother  Lucky I'm to have you as my mother Privileged I'm to be cal...

Theater of life Mirror your life Take a note with a pen, One day you will fly Across the Lion's den. Mirror your life. Tap the chest and relax, Honesty must not below the lie, Steps ahead shouldn't be denied. Destiny is awake So create the way It should thread, For your old age rest. I mirror my life Dent,scratch,obstacles Need to be faced in a file Not to be in life triangle. Mirror your life Conquer your plight Accept your wrong Change it right. Mirror their life If it can be emulated, Disintegrated or eradicated. Their life not our lives. Mirror our lives If friendship can favor us, If dating won't be a horse Where we ride and abandon. Theater of life, Mirror of life. Life changer of the wise And whipper of the fools. #THEATRE OF LIFE #CONTROL YOUR LIFE #POET OF LIFE #AYBAM THE POET. AYOBAMIAYANFEMI @GMAIL.COM

What is love to you Is it a way to love? To play games with dames. What does it mean to love? Is it the way to make heart lame? Do you fall in love Or rise in love? Have heard and read How to fall but not to rise in love. Does it truly make you cracy And make your heart race? What does it means to love? Is it a name like baby or boo? Why is love wicked And makes you die Before accepting proposal. What does it means to be in love? You whisper to love Is it really quiet Or can't express itself? What does love means to you? You only found pain in love Why is love not meek as dove And only injure those weak , The immature lovers. You can't die because they hate you But commit suicide several occasions just for the broken love. What does it means to dwell in love? Some are drunk in love Not even filled but Dripping in love and Dies In love. What is love to you What's love to him What's love to her What's love to us? If fau...

LETTER TO THE WORLD. Dear world:read the word. Our fathers were killed  By your ruthless sword. WE DIDN'T FIGHT BACK. Dear world:hear the word Our mothers are beside The slained men you pierced. WE TOTALLY SUCCUMBED. Dear world:we retreat. But you still swing your sword To our very side When we are just a lonely child. Dear world:we are on the street Laying under the bridge Our houses had been wrecked By your man-chine. Dear world: we are on our knees. Praying day and night With our eyes opened to danger. WHY ARE WE YOUR PREYS? Dear world:save the people.                      Save a nation.                       Save the creation. Dear world:we won't reside In your beautiful country anymore. Please stop ruining our bodies. Dear world:deport us to our abode And we won't sneak in your homes. Our natio...

This year marks the 500th anniversary of the Protestant Reformation, and esteem for Martin Luther, John Calvin and the other Reformers is freshly in the air. But as much as we continue to esteem their theological legacy, many might find it surprising to learn how different some of their views were compared to the typical evangelical today. Calvin on church music is no exception. The Genevan reformer restricted texts sung in church meetings to the Psalms, plus a few other biblical passages, and the Apostles’ Creed. He banned musical instruments from congregational praise, arguing that they were part of the ceremonial law given to Israel. If Calvin walked into an evangelical service today, he might make a beeline for the door, before he even reached the coffee bar, in an attempt to escape the sound of reverb-drenched guitar and pounding drums. Can modern evangelicals learn anything from this 16th-century Frenchman whose views on music seem so extreme in our day? How do our ...

If you’re familiar with cheerleading, then you understand its purpose is to generate spirit. It is scripted, coached, practiced and performed in order to rally enthusiasm, create energy and spawn excitement. Cheerleading includes a variety of synchronized routines such as songs, dances, chants and stunts. The cheerleaders implement these various actions with three- to four-minute routines to work up or generate the spirit of the spectators. Some cheerleaders even admit their exuberance isn’t necessarily something they actually feel but instead something they put on, much like their facial makeup. To motivate their congregation, worship leaders can sometimes display similar cheerleading traits. But … worship leaders are not cheerleaders. Worship leaders can’t generate the Spirit of God through their synchronized actions and song selections. Those actions might prompt, exhort, encourage or even prod more response to the Spirit but they can’t create it. He has ...

Strong worship leaders develop good attitudes and habits. They keep their heart, mind and spirit right before God and man. Check out these things that strong leaders don’t do, so you can grow and improve. 1. They don’t miss out on a daily time with God God is the reason for worship. He is the source of your success. Spending daily time with God, reading the word and in prayer, is the main key to being a strong worship leader. 2. They don’t pick songs that the congregation can’t sing and worship with If your congregation is not singing, you are not doing what you are called to do. Are you picking songs the congregation can learn quickly? Are you repeating the songs enough for your congregation to learn them? Are you picking great songs? Is your congregation just singing or are they worshiping with the songs? Are you putting them in singable keys?  3. They don’t choose a worship list without praying about it The Holy Spirit will bring songs to your mind ...

I was a canoe without a paddle  A steed without a saddle A copter without a pilot An Abby without an abbot Until poetry found me . Life was downranged  Like fallen titanic Until poetry came . To snag aura With manus was my erstwhile dream, Woven like a basket, Intricate like the piano. Untill Poetry found me , Then I began to trek Simple path rammed with Dream Wisdom Knowledge Hope Faith. Nature became my chum Writing became the charm Though not yet flawless But one day I shall erect  A castle for my poesy For every eyes to see And it shall not be floorless. Dolapo ojo dapoet C)25/2/2017.

Make it possible I will chase,chase and chase If life is all about cat and rat, I will be birds that build nest To live and survive If world provides no house. Who says you must fall  Before you rise, The nest hangs on nothing Yet the birds toils in the day And lay a rest in the night. Be the dominion of your dream Cast aside the light that seem deem, Focus on the moon that brights And the sun that shines for the day. Make it possible. Be unstoppable, Thread on cobras and conquer jungles to reach the dream. Break all bridges built As the stepping stones to the dream. Insanity rules the world Who says the blind can't lead a nation. Everything is possible If you believe in it. Its possible,it's possible. You can run before been chased, Why waiting on a race That you can either win or lose When you can run alone  And crowned the winner. Free yourself free the body Don't fall before you rise Don...

Aminat's brother was clobbered to death On the windy night of Friday, Stabbed a thousand time  Before leaving earth. News came ,that her brother is dead  The water rolling down from her eyes Is enough to erode olumo rock. But she was consoled to laugh instead. Tell me ,how does laughter suppress grief ? When you ought tell her to act and cry Because her brother is no longer with her  Gone and gone forever and that's brief. The cockcrow of yesterday Brought calamity for Mr Shodiya Because his baby girl was kidnapped And no where to be found today. Ask me ,where I was when all this was happening? I have been to Church  To pray for my own safety Because no one knows what's coming. My neighbour said, she saw the police  Collecting geld from one taxi driver  But she couldn't talk for the awe  Of what happened to her niece. The man at the corridor of the pub Was confirmed dead by our slim ...

FAILED LOVE when love came through I found myself locked in. It struck me like the wind I waved back in a string. I tried to please her She said we are two I told her two become one. She heeded not to be won. Love is truly wonderful Life was miserable without her, I missed a message from her. She accepted my love. She fooled my love My temper got ruled But I hid it for sake of love And continue on fake love. I spoke out my mind She gave up on me So easily tho I trusted her lies And knotted our ties But our heart is still opened.

BEHIND FORGIVE AND FORGET Can the present erase the past Or your heart remained uncast  To the doubt and worry that keep Waving into your direction For the damage been caused?? The mind suffocate Truth of forgive and forget, Blood running in the vein Never cease in deceiving ourselves. Trust is dried,I say. Lies are watered Scars are marked For good and bad moment. To reminisce is to recall To judge is to be called To run is to be chased. Patterns of life connected To all circumstances. If I keep mute  Doesn't mean a fool, If I quit writing Doesn't mean I can't be right. My pen,my judge Is ready to state  The will of remedy Now and forever more. #poet of life #likeness of art #aybam  #RIPA

God is a poet That I know Everyone on Earth is a particular Word in his poem. I wonder what God Was thinking when He started writing One of his popular poem Titled "Creation of man". Man is nothing But an unscrambled Word being brought Together At that moment When God said "Let us create man In our own image". And the thought of God Mix with his word To form man And every man  He created Has his own stand In his lines of poem. God is the greatest Poet of all time. Who uses diction In its right terms Figures of speech which Made is work unique. I don't need a critic To tell me the poem Of God is automatic A poem that can never Be forgotten Because I stand as a line In his work Dolapo ojo da poet Copyright reserved C)2016

FALSE gods. gods are made   The way cake are baked, Logs and wood are carved   For the image to be seen. gods of a charming eyes   Dummy in look and brain Yet the men serve them   And turn themselves into fools. Mind of rags   Makes the creation gods And not the creator   Causing heartache for HIM. If you don't creed in HIM,   Why do you look at the stars In the darken night    To praise his wonderful work?! Men of stony hearts   Have forgotten their origin And lay arrest to history   That was inexistence in ages. #No gods #only one GOD #AYOBAMIAYANFEMI@GMAIL.COM #ONE LOVE POETRY..

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I need you to give more attention to your talent and potential. It is your responsibility to understand what God has given you. Perhaps you are wasting your life doing nothing with all you have. God packaged some things in you for the good of this world - use them. We will never know the wealth God planted in you until you bring it up. There's always some thing in you that we haven't yet seen because that's the way God thinks.  Release your ability before its too late. Use the power and strength within you for the good of your self and others. I believe there are books, songs art works, businesses, poems, inventions and investments in you that God intended for this generation to enjoy through you. Don't give up until you lived out the full extent of your potential, because you have no right to die with the talent in you - un-used. Don't rob the next generation of the wealth, treasure and tremendous gifts buried deep within you.  If you want...

1 Timothy 4:14 (KJV) Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy. Suppose... Suppose Shakespeare had died before he wrote his poems and play - the potential of Macbeth would have been buried. Suppose Michelangelo had died before he painted the Sistine Chapel or Da Vinci the Mona Lisa - the beauty of their paintings would have been lost. Suppose Mozart had died with all that music in his bosom. Suppose Moses had died before he saw the burning bush. Suppose Paul had died before he met Jesus on the Damascus Road. Suppose Abraham died before Isaac was born. How different the pages of Scripture and history would be. Suppose Martin Luther had died without writing the thesis. Suppose Charles Wesley died without penning the hymns. Suppose John Wycliffe died without translating the Bible to English. How different the history of the Church might have been.  Can you imagine how many great work of art, music and literature are buried in the grav...

Potential is the substance of your talent.  Your potential is always  present, waiting to be exposed. It demands that you never settle for what you have accomplished. One of the greatest enemies of your potential is SUCCESS. God wants you to maximize the potential He has given to you. You are not yet what you are supposed to be - though you may be pleased with what you now are.  Don't accept your present state in life as final. Because it's just that, a state. Don't be satisfied with your last accomplishment, because there are many accomplishment yet to be perfected. Since you are full of potential, you should not be the same person next year that you are this year. Never accept success as a lifestyle, it is but a phase. Never accept an accomplishment as the end, it is but a mark in the process. Because you are God's offspring, there are many selves within you that lie dormant, untapped and unused. Your primary problem is that you do not think like God...