The PoetVangelist

I sit down to think: Bout the boat that did sink. I think of you and me: Bout why we couldn’t be. I sit down and realize; Now I’m steady, and I’m wise. That love is patient; love is kind; And feelings are mostly in the mind. Love is not a silly game I should play to bear a name. Love is serving; from afar, True love shows who you really are. It’s not really how I feel about that someone; It’s how I’ll hold on; all said and done. It’s not about together being an item; It’s about being single and whole; and then- God brings someone along the way Who’ll grow with me through night and day. It’s not needing a man to make me complete; It’s being whole in God; like finding my feet. Then when I’m ready, God will have sent My soul mate who will complement. I won’t have to cling- there will be balance; With God as our centre; now that’s true romance! …So, since this mutual decision was made, I’ve sought, I’ve read, I’ve fasted and prayed. Now, with the guidance from Go...

Preacher- you keep preachin’ and talkin’ in my ear; But why aint your words killin’ none of this fear? Preacher- you keep talkin’ bout getting spiritual gifts; But what’s gonna hold me if from God’s will, I drift? Preacher, you keep prophesyin’ wealth into my soul; But why, up till now, am I still not made whole? Preacher, every Sunday, you keep talkin’ at me: So why, Preacher Preacher, is my soul still hungry? Preacher, you always tell me bout cars and visas; What about the souls locked behind the devil’s bars? Preacher, you yell: “I need a witness in here!” And you get hype from the man who goes home to a six-pack beer. Preacher, you say to the sister; her husband’s on the way; When she gets married, quits church and God; Preacher, what do you say? Preacher, your church has faith that all will be well; How many of them thrive down here; and march on straight to hell? Preacher, you say that trouble should never be my portion; So what did Jesus mean when He said I’d h...

Dear Lord, please use me: To take over hearts in my nation; To bring healing to my generation. Dear Lord, please show me: How to lift these children’s sadness; And end the violent madness. Dear Lord, please teach me: To number my days very meekly; To wait patiently and seek Thee. Dear Lord, please mould me: To love the things that please You; To honour those who love You. Father, I beg You to help me: To grow out of my many flaws; And to the devil, seal all open doors. Lord, I beg You to keep me: In constant consciousness of my calling; And save me from pride that leads to falling. Dear Lord, please give me: An ever-growing vision of who You are; That I never perceive holiness as from afar. Above all, Lord; please hold me: Daily closer to Yourself; That loving You becomes my greatest wealth.

As I hold the phone, my hands shake. Why am I dialing? I need you. As you pick up, my voice breaks. You have to hear what I’ve been through. I know it’s a second to midnight; But I need a friend to listen. I’m so messed up, I’m shaking with fright. I have no haven to hide in. Your voice is groggy, but please don’t grumble; I can almost see you roll your eyes. You’re dozing now: you’re starting to fumble; You’re startled awake again by my cries. It’s the same old, same old problems again: My bills are mounting; my children are sick; My roof is broken; it leaks with the rain. I need encouragement, and I need it quick. You manage to stay awake long enough to say: “Girl, pull yourself together and get some sleep; By morning, all your problems will go away. Goodnight, love, remember it’s no use to weep” I can hear the dial tone now but I can’t believe it; I had some problems; and you didn’t hear me out. My tears are louder, and my heart is bursting with it. I wonder w...

When I say ‘love’, what comes to mind: An emotion savage; or oh, so kind? Do you think about sunshine; Moonlit walks in the sand? Perhaps, some French wine, Or two lovebirds holding hands? When you hear ‘L-O-V-E’, What do you feel? A flutter, a gush? Adrenaline: a rush; Or your insides turning to mush? When ‘love’ so deigns to come your way; And you part your lips, what do you say? ‘Dear heavens’, ‘Oh my’, Do you gasp; do you sigh? Or do you leave the message in your eyes To help an observer to surmise? When ‘love’ hits you in the face, would you know? How does it come; how would it show? With thunder, lightning and a gust of cold; Or with the familiar feeling of something foretold? Would it wrap you up, leaving you warm all over; Or does it stop your heart, and make the world turn slower? When love is not at first sight, and creeps up on you, And you first realize it, what do you do? If someone you once thought of as ‘Just a friend’ Becomes your lifeline…...

If you won’t be the wind in my sails Then, by all means, let me fly. If you can’t see me shooting to space Then leave me to reach for the sky. I have dreams I have hope I have faith I have goals Please don’t pull me down Into your stifling ‘safety’ You may be content on the ground But I was born to span the sea. I cannot be you You cannot be me I can’t have it all; it’s true But I can always dream. You can have my time You can have my tears You can strip me of every dime But I will dream no less. If you cannot picture my vision; If you lack the imagination; Let me live life as I deem. Do not wake me; let me dream.

Some people like coffee, some just don’t. One drowns it in cream, another wont. He likes to take it dark, and plain, and strong; She puts hers in a mug and sips it for so long. Be it an espresso; Or a creamy cappuccino, Tell whatever story, It’s still just coffee. There’s nothing like an ice cream On a scorching hot day. It tastes like a dream: One lick blows you away. Some would take a chocolate, But you prefer vanilla. On no day would I hesitate To settle for a mixture. At this point, you can see: It’s not that hard to figure; Imagine what life would be With only one flavour! Creamy butterscotch and caramel: Each kind of toffee rings a bell. Whipped cream or fudge, Milkshake or slush; Each different taste, and feel and flavour, Each separate entity and colour. In ordinary life, it works the same. No matter the label, no matter the name: Black, white, yellow- or even purple; We all got the red: we’re simply people.

Now, you look at me, And you like what you see: Rich, lustrous hair, Firm, supple skin. No fat anywhere, Just curves where that should have been. What’s there not to love? In the days to come, When my skin lies in clumps, When my hair loses its shine And my teeth aren’t mine; And no one would look anyway, Would you pack up- or would you stay? Now, you admire my intellect: My quick, sultry wit. Would time dull your interest- Or take every single bit? On the days when I’m down And need some cheering up, Would you imitate my frown- And leave, in my heart, a gap? When I’m riddled with disease, And I can’t remember my name; When I can’t smile at a tease, Or play our favourite game; When I have no striking beauty, Or wiles to boast about, Would loving me be your life’s duty, Or would you seek the easy way out? I don’t know what our future holds. I know not what time will bring. If, in fact, the truth be told, I find comfort in no single thing. No guarante...

Be a ray, and I’ll be a ray: Together, we’ll form a beam. Be a thought, and I’ll be a thought: Together, we’ll be a dream. Be a star, and I’ll be a star: Together, we’ll be a constellation. Be a drop, and I’ll be a drop: Together, we’ll be an ocean. Be a touch, and I’ll be a touch: Together, we’ll cause a stir. Be a wheel, and I’ll be a wheel: Together, we’ll get there. Be a piece, and I’ll be a piece: Together, we’ll be the whole. Be an achiever, and I’ll be an achiever: Together, we’ll span the Poles. Be a spark, and I’ll be a spark: Together, we’ll be a flame. Be a corner, and I’ll be a corner: Together, we’ll make the frame. Be a feather, and I’ll be a feather: Together, the wings to fly. Be a ladder, and I’ll be a ladder: Together, we’ll reach the sky. Be a step, and I’ll be a step: Together, we’ll reach the pinnacle. Be a prayer, and I’ll be a prayer: Together, we’ll make a miracle. Be a petal, and I’ll be a petal: Together, see a flower unfurl...

These days, it’s hardly comforting To meet someone who says, ‘I’m Christian’ Because when ‘God bless you’ becomes a generic term You begin to wonder what the preachers preach and the church folk learn. And for many of us who say we do, I wonder which God we really pray to Cuz our prayerlines are clogged with ‘Me’, ‘My’ and ‘I’s And then our lifestyles are clanging cymbals of compromise; Everybody carving out a religion that suits them Mixing yoga and horoscope charts with ‘Amen!’ Filling our minds with a story Like that evolution theory Glorifying the Big Bang Condemning with our lips what Jay-Z sang Yet busting a move To that Beyonce groove. Can we make up our minds which lifestyle we living? Cuz the way we flow with everything One might mistake Jesus for Buddha’s second cousin. Before you laugh and call that last line absurd, How much of the Jesus you know have you personally read? And just how much of him have you shared? Are you a source from which others have...