#117. Floetry by JulietKego: HEAVEN’S GATE

Heaven's Gate Floetry by Juliet Kego

 

Floetry by JulietKego:
HEAVEN’S GATE

Let’s take a tour
on angels’ route
as faith takes root
demons make a detour
at the crossroads junction
where the holy unction
releases waters and oils

Hold your cynicism
at the holy exorcism
of the hellhound’s foils
there, at heavens’ gate
witness a reversal of fate
for fair Lucifer’s lair
won’t get a lock of hair

And sinner’s souls’ shell
burnt in their pits of hell
as offering to a dead Baal
the once lost possessed
now repossessed

By a ghost’s holy light,
won on a cross by his fight
at the trumpets, knees shall
bow, tongues sing alleluia
at the divine mercy of Jehovah.

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

#PoetryMasterclass – Chinua Achebe: For the love of Poetry

#LostInAchebe ‪#‎NPM16‬ ‪#‎CelebratingPoetry‬ He is known as one of Africa’s most celebrated prose writers and yet POETRY was Chinua Achebe’s first love.
I stumbled upon this website (www.brainpickings.org) and had a feast on Achebe’s poetry. In particular, his poem “Remembrance Day” struck a deep chord.
Come June 4th, I’ll be part of a team organizing the Annual Biafran Memorial Day Event in Toronto. Achebe’s reminder of what an honourable remembrance day celebration should be to all Igbos is both timely and necessary.
 
“We called him:
visionary,
missionary,
revolutionary
and, you know, all the other naries
that plague the peace…”
~ Chinua Achebe [From his poem: “We Laughed at Him”]

 

[The audio source: Soundcloud account of http://www.brainpickings.org]

#121. Floetry by JulietKego: Palm Sunday

Happy Easter
Beloved Isa,
When you entered our hearts
By way of Jerusalem, we knelt
by the roadside; laid down our palms…
Today, I am basking in the memories
of the eloquence of our sacred love.
TRINITY: I have loved all 3 of you;
Three persons inhabiting ONE being.
Son, the guileless love of my youth;
Father, the security of my seasons
and sire of my living, un-birthed seeds;
And holiest of Spirits, the conjurer
of the formless WORD into the formed.
All 3, each of you an alchemist of love.
You melt me, knead me, shape me,
burn me, weld me and mould me
into ecstatic, pure molecules of love.
– Cyber-hugs 💕

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

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#120. Floetry by JulietKego: WAITING FOR A KING

Anna Daughter of Penuel Poem by Juliet Kego

Floetry by JulietKego: WAITING FOR A KING

[For beloved Anna, the daughter of Penuel, of the tribe of Asher].

Passion and pain.
Love and heartbreak.
Sunny skies and rain.
Kpangolo and gold.
Broken and then whole.
My life traded and sold.
The longing on your face,
etched in linings of my soul,
all of time cannot erase.
Streaks of tears, more tears.
I find you, seven years of joy
and in the same breath,
I weep with the loss
of letting you go
Bereft. Widowed.

 


Steeped in stirrings
that shamelessly show
as stains of pooled heat
in damp, hidden grooves
Burning and then cold
I cannot touch myself.
I live untouched.
In the centre of my life
a gaping, gasping hole
The seasons roll
one to the other.
And now, I am old.
Seven by twelve seasons;
Eighty-four years old.
Pray. Fast. Offer. Wait;
Waiting and longing.
Till one day, I behold him
in the temple and I live again.
Aye, this love, beloved Isa,
the passion and pain
via dolorosa;
’tis the way of our cross…

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido