Poetry

THE CALL

It Came The call When in deep Slumber As Sleep and darkness Wrapped each other   It Came The Call When ignorant — in — chief As bond to materialism is tight   It came The Call Shattering illusions and beliefs Breaking Shackles of bondage   It Came The Call In pains I draw the

The Awakened Soul

Content is the being That taps from the holy spirit For indeed he is blessed In grace and confidence He navigates the undulating Regions in the lower worlds.   Though fraught with dangers and illusion He succeeds and In Supreme extacy He Journeys the Inner worlds   Through the upper regions Secure In the arms

The Aspiring Great Man

I will go to the glare To that which make men, men I know, through pains and sorrow In this secular existence Where nothing comes so easy   I must know to bear all pains Sorrow to sown in reaping happiness I know also at the end, friends will come Through the effort and pain,

Let Strive To Save

Come with me to the centre Where peace demands acknowledgement Hence you are my lawmaker To sanitize our minds to live And not to die of poverty If you beckons life to stay Ever truthful, you must provide That which must identify you You are my representative Where you are mandated to solve Our collective

Am Not The Problem

By Allanso Jonathan Allanso Aka: The Mirror Poet 08037384663 Give me a job and let smile together Where development will be sure And together we will fix our problem Yet you will not listen You are the task master When the deed is done Known only in time of election When you come acknowledging me

Life Growth

Innocent as we came into the world Silent in thought we grow From the impossible humans to reality We are guest to the earth Parents we must accept which language we must communicate And for them to make out it meaning The nights guards we compelled them Willingly or conditionally, they must obey our needs

Life Growth

Innocent as we came into the world Silent in thought we grow From the impossible humans to reality We are guest to the earth Parents we must accept which language  we must communicate And for them to make out it meaning The nights guards we compelled them Willingly or conditionally, they must obey our needs

The Man in Need is a fool

A fool to any condition Just to fulfill his needs Your wish is his command See how many treats him At the mention of money His ready to sell his pride See how he answers all names Delivered out of ignorant Coasted by his true self Decent life circumstance it becomes But a man is

In Tinted Love Blues

When love got me started In my foolish pride I toss with whithering promises To a fool, missed in thought Tender hearted, swallowed up By passion and lust Given the unexpected taboo of regret Life they say is sweet Sweeter than honey in gaiety True to it melancholy of taste Got me mixed up with

Rebirth of A country

When the country rebirths And the whispers of celebrations Echos around the mindless Let me also amidst tears be in the mix When the role is called upon Let my name submit it plea One of the midwife It strenuous stand it takes   And when the tears are dried Dried her checks in no