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Poets write poems….so will i


As the days slowly count down
I realize the month is winding down
And still i’m here; among the living
Blood still flows in my veins and i’m a-breathing

I’ve seen no less than four people die at work
If they’d seen it coming, they’d probably have ducked
But no they didn’t. They couldn’t ‘cos they can’t.
No one can ‘cos we’re human like that

But above us is a God who cares
For us, through it all, He’s always there
Things we see and those we see not
The arrows He blocked & those He prevented from being shot

Our worthiness is always in contention
His faithfulness on the other hand, never in doubt
In all of our coming in and going out
Praised be God for his blessed perfection

Grateful i am to the God on high
As days pass, please draw me nigh
Let my heart be attuned to thee
And your peace be mine as i look only to thee

For the year is young and full of promise
Be it unto me according to your word & prophecies
That i might be glad and sing your praises
Everyday, all year long as time slowly passes

© 2014
I am @Overlordnoni

Grateful Psalm

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Posted by on January 31, 2014 in Christianity, Poetry


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Home – Memoirs of the Lost

Hey folks, welcome again. I set out to write prose poetry and when I put my pen to paper, it took a whole new form, don’t think I pulled it off but you be the judge of that. I try to always write victoriously or at least from a victorious point of view. So in that vein and without much ado, I present to you HOME – The Memoirs of the Lost!


It’s dark out here and I can barely see, I’m choking on the dust-laden wind that seems determined to push me off my feet with its ferociousness. I stagger and stumble on a nearby stone. My feet hurts as if I’ve been journeying barefoot for a while, it looks like I stepped on broken glass. Jeez, where am I? And how did I get here? What on earth am I doing here? Where is here? And how do I get back? To who I am, to where I should be, how do I get back home?

Finding no answers, despair starts to sink in, planting its poisonous roots in my weakened mind. I had so many plans, so much I wanted to do – have a shelf that will be filled with laurels, find love, build a home, raise a family and live and leave a lasting legacy behind; So much to do with so little time; and now this? I tried to take a step forward, since it’s often said that the journey of a thousand miles starts with a step, then I halted, which way is forward? I couldn’t be sure of anything. It was too dark to find my footsteps and retrace them. Then I remembered; my eyes are closed.

And on opening them, I quickly realised one thing – the darkness was still there, but it was no longer as intense and all-consuming as before. I couldn’t identify any light source after looking around so I looked up, and saw the glimmer of a star – a lone star. And I could swear it twinkled when I looked at it. Something like; “I’ve been here since! You just were not looking up, too preoccupied with your surroundings”. The twinkling star was talking or was I hallucinating? This is bad! I’m hearing a star talk…in English. Oh this is really bad.

Since I had nothing to do, no one for company and apparently nowhere to go, I looked up and it twinkled again. Again and again it twinkled. Oh God, let it not be Morse code. I closed my eyes and looked again and there were two stars in the dark sky. The new apparition appeared west of the former one. I took a step forward and the former star disappeared. Quickly I took that leg backwards but it didn’t reappear so I returned my leg forward and looked upward. In my mind saying “what now”? But this star didn’t twinkle; I could swear it wasn’t even looking at me.

Then it occurred to me, the star appeared when I didn’t know what direction to take and the new star appeared westward of the former one. Bingo! I had my direction. West! Home! Where the Sun lives! I looked back to thank the star and I saw the both of them and they twinkled at the same time. And in my mind I replied “Gotcha”.

This is an analogy of sorts. I could tell you what it all means, but that will take the fun out of it. Try and figure it out. I promise you you’ll feel smarter and you will become it. A quick tip though – There are three heavenly bodies in the piece; the rest is for you to figure out. Thank you for reading always and God bless you.

I remain @OverlordNoni

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Posted by on July 20, 2013 in Inspiration, Poetry, Stories


Yesterday was my birthday…. I’m now twenty something years old. Last year i was twenty somtin years old. So nothing has changed really. Anywhoo…. Todays piece i started a long time ago (the amount of unfinished poems i have ehn…), i was flipping through my notes and completed the poem today.


Mind not life and its inconsistencies.
We humans and our unique idiosyncracies.
Our actions and unavoidable consequences.
An inevitable end – The sum of our existence.

Tear a page from the book of the ages.
Look through it and say what you see.
Glean the acquired wisdom of the ages.
See what was, what is and what is going to be.

Many reasons abound to err.
But it takes just one to be steadfast.
Just one reason for your lines to be cast.
And to the port of good hope, your life steer.

A thousand and one reasons not to love.
To hate, be mean, be angry and be sad.
Just look around and you’d get enough.
Alter your view and you’ll yet see, its not all bad.

For right in there exists The One.
The one reason to be happy nonetheless.
To live, to love and to be all but none.
To stand in the face of doubt and believe. Nevertheless!

Just one reason is all it takes.
To break bounds and set the pace.
To rise up again after you fail.
Find that one reason and power your quest.

The quest to live and be happy.
To succeed and make your mark on Time’s sands.
To leave and the world would know you came.
To die here and still live forever.

Whatever your quest is, you need just that one reason, find it and use it to succeed.

I remain @OverlordNoni

Just One


Posted by on June 27, 2013 in Inspiration, Poetry


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I wrote this in church since Sunday but for reasons i dont know, i’m just posting it now.

O what awesome marvel.
Yet another mystery to unravel.
“While yet sinners, He loved us”.
Our then status: Disconnected from Source!

Lack of connection nonetheless.
His love waxed stronger and never less.
Ever reaching out to our lost souls.
Wanting… O needing to make us whole.

We are nothing apart from Him.
A drying up, source deserted stream.
Considering predestination and a plan for reconciliation.
It must break His heart to watch us working towards damnation.

His plans for us now and hereafter remain sure.
Who shall climb His hill but those whose hearts are pure.
Who shall reign with Him in the end?
But those who he has heartily called Friends.

Friends dont repeatedly nail each other to the cross.
Neithe betray one the other at a coin’s toss.
So stop and think of the consequences.
Of disregarding One-so-powerful’s advances.

His love is eternal, His wrath infernal.
Open up to His embrace, so paternal.
It is a journey whose end you wont regret.
But one you’d gleefully like a child ask “Are we there yet?”.

You and Christ 365 days, twenty four Seven.
This match was made in heaven.
Dont throw away your return ticket.
Dont get caught in earth’s thicket.

Many times, my poems are God’s way of speaking to me. I mean many of my poems are about me, about what God wants from me at the time, and sometimes for the future. And as we are partners in growth, i share them as e dey Hot. So lets heed this reminder and watch our lives. Lets not allow the world rob us of Heaven, God on ourside, we shall prevail.

Stay Blessed!

I remain @OverlordNoni

Yet Another Mystery


Posted by on June 13, 2013 in Christianity, Inspiration, Poetry


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If the subject of hate were so easy.
I’d stand in the spirit and shout it loud.
“Not-so-dear Flesh, hate me please”.
Your love of me has profited me naught.
But continously has wedged me and my Father apart.

Too bad i find myself loving you back.
Instead of loving the One who despite my sins loved me first.
Today, right now, i speak the truth.
Putting the devil to shame.
And his plans for me i openly decry.

I am for God, so its high time you hated me.
I wont pick your calls no more.
Cos i’d be busy going about my father’s business.
And here, We dont mix business with pleasure.
Scratch that…pleasure’s definition for me has changed.
It is now doing nothing but The Father’s Will.

My Father has revealed to me your many deceptions.
And i really am pissed at me for it.
Falling for your sweet temptations and nothings.
When i should have clung dearly to my saviour’s strength.
So i’m asking you politely to hate me.
Hate me! Cos thats the only thing you deserve from me.


Thats my state of mind at the moment. May not be immaculate…but its true.

I remain @OverlordNoni

thank you for reading

Hate Me Please.


Posted by on June 4, 2013 in Christianity, Poetry




This Piece is for every creative person out there. I’d like to believe we all are, but some more than the others. Therefore, if you find yourself among the gifted ones, make good use of God’s gift to you. Light up the World with it!


Pointless pieces of information.
Meant to mislead the unwary.
Potentially into perpetual misery.
Perpetrated by masters of deception.

Aura of silence, permeating everything.
Insiduous gloom potentially life-threatening.
The result of continous pummelling of creative senses.
Nipping at the bud all such advances.

Unbeknown of its essence.
They chip at it until it’s stifled.
And Dead! As by a sniper rifled.
What would have been pivotal to outstanding success.

Don’t do this or that they say.
What do you want people to say?
When you grow up, you’ll see.
That all these are meant to favour thee.

Its too risky, dont throw your life away.
Listen to the words the elders say.
If you want a real life, get a real job.
Forgetting that the collar chokes as that of a dog.

Embrace your creativity, let it shine.
Don’t let others dictate the use of what’s thine.
On the wings of limitless success you’re meant to climb.
Dont throw it all away on a dime.

Lies that’ll take you off your way.
Listen not to their alluring sway.

For you are a light that must shine.
Therefore SHINE ON!!!

I for one believe that God makes no mistakes (Durhhh, He is God), and that there indeed is a design to your make. You didnt just haphazardly end up with that beautiful voice, lyrical mastery, artistic eye, creative hands, creative mind, a badass wordsmith, writer, poet, theatre artist, screen artist, creative arts and crafts….the avenues to let out creativity are really limitless and whichever one you have resident in you, you owe if First to God who put it in to let it come out, Secondly to yourself to be All you can be and Thirdly to the society… We could use more real role models around here(not the Kardashians of this world)…if you think the world is twisted right now, wait for 10years and you’ll really see what twisted is, so we really need to step up, connect with the source(God in whatever language) and start some good vibes. I’m eternally optimistic that we can do some….alot of good this way.

Thank you for reading.

I remain @OverlordNoni

Time to Shine!


Posted by on May 25, 2013 in Inspiration, Poetry


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O’er streams and land my heart has flown.
Just to find the place called home.
When meat is stripped to nothing but bones.
What’s left, O learned one but The Shadow Lone.

The eyes e’er so short doth see.
Only within the limits of the mind.
Mind not that the mind sees naught.
But what the senses artistically paints.

A flame in the darkness doth shine.
A claim on the invisible, on what’s mine.
Shame on those who tried to pilfer what’s rightfully thine.
Justice shall rightfully their plea decline.

Put your feet down and stake your claim.
The joy you feel is not a thing of shame.
Your journey though long here wanes.
On this path will you be ever glad you came.

“I’m home” sang the parrot to the bees.
Who inhabit the river surrounded trees.
This i choose, this i want.
This is home, the past now is burnt



Posted by on May 10, 2013 in Just Playing Around, Poetry

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