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Verse 1 He drifts through winters past the map, His lamp is flick’ring low; Its hue will shift from age to age, As time begins to flow. Verse 2 He watched the Romans toast the night, In halls of stone and gold; His crooked hat tilts to and fro, To catch the secrets told. Chorus Where moonlight drifts on silver snow, The light is cold and bright; You hear his laughter echo low, Beyond the walls of night. The cold winds carry: Confusio. Verse 3 He danced with goats in fields of frost, And sang a Satyr's song; He tripped the iron gears of time, Where right was poured with wrong. Verse 4 He bartered jokes with wandering kings, And gave the monks a bird— A clockwork toy for sacred scrolls, With riddles for each word. Verse 5 He crossed the steppes where cold stars gleam, To stir the edge of sleep; He walks where ancient stories dream, In snowdrifts wide and deep. Verse 6 The Sir of mischief takes his hand, To twist the rules of lore; He pours the truth into a lie, To laugh for evermore....

💞... and to every soul born on this radiant day. 💖The morning blooms with golden light,   A symphony of pure delight.   The world leans in, the stars align,   To honor you—your spark, your shine❤️‍🩹 ❤️‍🔥The candles dance, the wishes rise,   Like lanterns floating through the skies.   Your story’s stitched with strength and grace,   A timeless soul, a warm embrace💋 💖From Port Harcourt’s rhythmic shore,   To distant lands and skies galore,   You share this day with hearts unknown Each one a light, uniquely grown💚 🧡So here’s to you, and all who share   This date with joy beyond compare.   Dear Emmanson, and birthday kin,   Let love and laughter flood within💙 📝Author’s Note        Today, I celebrate Emmanson—but also every beautiful soul across the globe born on this day. Whether you're in a bustling city or a quiet village, may your birthda...

♦️ With Refrain ♦️ “The Ark of Glory leads us home” Inspired by 1st Chronicles 13:6(KJV). 🌺From Baalah’s hills the people came,  With David crowned in holy flame.  The winds held breath, the stars stood still.  To seek the Ark on Zion’s hill.   💦The Ark of Glory leads us home.🍒 🍂Through Judah’s land, their voices soared, To Kirjath’s gate, they bore the Lord.   A throne of fire, a golden sleep,   Where cherubim in silence keep. 👁️The Ark of Glory leads us home.🐾🪻 🫀No sword nor crown could match the light   That burned between the wings of might.  The dust gave way, the earth grew hushed.  As heaven’s pulse through Israel rushed.   💅The Ark of Glory leads us home.🌺 🏝️They danced with joy, they wept with grace.  Each step a prayer, each breath a place.  The sacred weight upon their hands.  Was love that stretched through ancient lands.   🚵The Ark of Glory leads us home.🍁 🪅And ...

  You, the weaver of cosmic dreams,  scatter stars like threads of silver light,  woven into a tapestry vast and eternal. Every dawn unfurls as your masterpiece,  a scroll brushed with fire and cloaked in gold. Even the earth leans in awe—its axis drawn. Swayed by the cadence of your infinite breath.   Oh, the oceans—they whisper your story.  Each wave rises, a crescendo of praise. Each tide a melody, folding into surrender. Their depths cradle reflections of your splendor. While the horizon blazes—your essence painted  across the canvas of sky and sea. You are the sculptor of fragile souls,  binding us eternally with threads unseen. Your mercy flows like ancient rivers, unyielding as they carve paths of life through barren soil, where blossoms rise— petals kissed by your grace, defying shadows. We lift our praise, woven with shards of joy and humble tears. Let it spiral upward, like silken mist: an offering mingling with constellations, embr...

Give the winds a mighty voice. To sing Your praises, Lord, rejoice. Let every gust and gentle breeze carry the chorus of our hearts' ease. In whispers soft or thunder loud, May Your great name be echoed proud.  Through forests swaying, mountains tall.  Let creation's splendor hear Your call. As winds converge from east to west. May they bear witness to Your love and rest.  In every language, let them say, "Glory to God, in every way."  With every breath, we'll join the refrain.  Our spirits soaring, hearts aflame. In harmony with earth and sky. We'll give You glory, till the day is high. And when the winds fade into stillness deep, may Your majestic presence keep our souls on guard. May our hearts remain forever true. Reflecting Your glory, shining through.

Through every dawn, where hope is sown, servants rise, steadfast, alone. A heart of love, a hand to guide, a voice of truth, where faith abides.   Through storms that rise, and trials untold.  They walk in peace, their courage bold - their steps inspire, their path divine,   Vessels of grace in Heaven's design.   On days of joy, with hearts aflame. We celebrate their sacred aim. With wisdom shared, and souls embraced. A legacy built on holy grace.   Their prayers ascend like morning rays,  they nurture lives through all their days. A faithful light, unwavering and strong, a beacon where the weary belong.   May their purpose ripple through the years,  a call to faith through fleeting fears. Generations shall stand in awe and praise. Echoing their light in boundless ways. I dedicated this poem to Apostle John Akpan.   Form   Mount Zion Lighthouse Full Gospel Church, Abraka, Nigeria. And other ministers...

💕💥🌞A tribute to those affected by the Thailand earthquake. May this poem bring comfort and hope.💥🌞🌺 In Thailand's heart, where skies are painted with hues of sapphire and amethyst. A quake of unrelenting fury shook the land. Lives lost, homes shattered, hearts in pain, We mourn with you, and offer love's refrain. From Bangkok's streets to rural towns, where the scent of frangipani and smoke fills the air, The earthquake's impact echoes, shaking grounds. We witness your unyielding spirit, your hearts unbroken. And stand with you, in solidarity, anew. May aid and comfort arrive like a gentle monsoon rain, May hope and courage guide you through this deed. We share the weight of your sorrow, the depth of your pain. And offer prayers for brighter, calmer years. Through ancient temples, bustling markets, and streets, where the gentle smile of the Buddha watches over all. The heart of Thailand beats strong, a resilient and beautiful thing. We honor your herit...

Verse 1:   From every nation, from every shore,   We gather as one, forevermore.   Our hearts aligned, our spirits ablaze,   In worship united, one voice we raise.   Chorus:   One altar, one voice, together we stand.   With every breath, we fulfill His plan.   From every tribe, from every tongue,   We worship Jesus, our Savior, our song.   Verse 2:   We’ll break every barrier, bridge every divide,   Guided by love and compassion inside.   Through storms we will rise, with faith held high. Shining His light for all to see in the sky.   Bridge:   Unified in purpose, bound by His grace,   Reflecting His love in every space.   Hand in hand, we’ll rise and proclaim,   The glory of Jesus, His holy name.   Final Chorus :   One altar, one voice, His name we sing,   With hearts...

Note:  This poem addresses the complex and sensitive topic of Russia-Ukraine relations. We encourage readers to approach this subject with respect, empathy, and an open mind. 🍁                       🍁                   🍁 Across the borders, where cultures blend,  A bridge of hope, our hearts can mend, From Moscow's towers to Kiev's golden domes. We'll walk together, under peaceful homes. In the skies above, where eagles soar,  Our dreams and aspirations, we'll explore, From the Black Sea's waves to the Volga's stream. We'll find common ground, where love and peace beam. With open hearts and minds, we'll find our way. And leave the shadows of conflict far away.  For we are brothers, in this human family.  In oneness, we stand, in harmony, love dwells. Together we'll rise, on the wings of peace, With hearts united, our love will never cease,...

In the hush of a summer breeze, Love's radiant ember ignites, a beacon that frees. Tender touch, a promise in the night. Soothes the soul, and calms the heart's wild flight. Amidst life's noisy storms, love shines like a beacon bright. A soothing presence that guides us through life's darkest night, Love holds fast, a steady anchor in the turbulent sea. A safe haven where hearts can heal, and love sets us free. Love's gentle words, a calming, summer rain. Soothe fears, and wipe away life's tears and pain. In love's embracing arms, we find our peaceful nest. Where hearts entwine, in love's sweet, endless bliss. Through life's joys and challenges, love remains the same. A constant heartbeat that echoes love's sweet name, In every moment, love's pure light shines through. Guiding us forward, with a love that forever shines true. Happy Valentine!  Courtesy  Chrissaint Trivett

👁️ A single act of kindness, a ripple in the air, Spread love and compassion, beyond compare, A hero neighbor's lawn, a simple deed done well. Brightening lives, kindness starts to swell.🪷 🌞 In a cafe, a stranger's smile, a movement starts to grow. Pay it forward spreads, kindness starts to show. A warm cup of coffee, a meal to soothe the soul.  Love's seed planted, makes us whole.🌳 ☔ Hearts beat as one, strangers become friends, Kindness wins, love never ends. The ripple effect, far and wide, Inspires a person, side by side. 🍁   🎊 Let the act of giving out, a never-ending sea, Paying it forward, love's legacy to be, May our hearts, entwined in compassion, forever stay. And love's sweet chain of kindness lead us home each day. 🍯

In realms where love and sorrow blend. I pen these lines to you, my friend. Though fate has led us far apart, Your memory lingers in my heart. The days we shared, the dreams we spun. Now echo faintly, one by one.   Yet in the quiet of the night.  Your presence fills the soft moonlight. I long to hold you close once more.  To feel the love we knew before.   But till that day, I'll keep you near.  In whispered words and silent tears. For love transcends both time and space. And loss can't dim its endless grace. So, as I journey through this life. Your love remains my guiding light.

In days of old, when the Creator''s candle shone bright   upon my head, and lit up the darkest night.  I walked in His radiance, with heart full of cheer.  And His presence illuminated every path that was clear. The warmth of His love, like a flame that burns true .  Guided me through life's joys and fears, and saw me through.  In His light, I found solace, a peace that would not fade, My soul unfolded like a flower, in the warmth of His shade. But now, in darkness, I search for the light  t hat once shone bright, and lit up my night, I yearn to feel His gentle touch once more .  To know His love that dwelled within me, before. In this dark and lonely place, I feel lost and alone.  The shadows seem to whisper, "You are not His own".  But still I hold on, to the memories of old , w hen the Creator''s candle shone, and my heart was made of gold. And though the darkness may seem to reign:   I'll hold on to hope, and the spark th...

🔥Warning🔥 This poem contains vivid descriptions of wildfires and may be triggering for some readers. It is intended to honor the resilience and hope of those affected by wildfires, and to raise awareness about the impact of these disasters. †*****************† California's coastal hills, where cypress trees once swayed. Now ablaze, as flames engulf and hearts are dismayed. The inferno's fury, wild and free. Leaves scars that only time can see. To those who've lost their homes, once full of laughter and tears. Now reduced to ashes, memories, and all the passing years. May comfort find its way to you, and memories of joy forever shine through. I stand with you, through smoke and flames. Through every step of the rebuilding journey's pains. With a heart that cares, and a spirit that aspires. My sympathies are with you, like a burning fire. May the United States' spirit prevail. Through trials and tribulations, never fail: may the resilience of its people ...

Until Morning Comes: Poems of Love, Loss and Longing is a poignant and evocative collection that delves into the complexities of the human experience. Through a rich tapestry of words, the poets masterfully weave together themes of love, loss, and longing, creating a work that resonates deeply with readers. In this blog post, we'll explore some extended discussion questions that invite readers to immerse themselves in the emotional depth of this remarkable collection. Discussion Questions: Love: The Complexity of Human Connection. The poems in "Until Morning Comes" define love in all its forms, from romantic love to familial love and self-love. Which poems resonated with you the most in terms of exploring the complexities of love?  How do the poems portray the intersection of love and vulnerability?  Consider the ways in which the poets use symbols and metaphors to represent love, and how these recurring images contribute to the collection's emotional impa...

As morning sunshine lights the day, A birthday dawns, in a special way. For Chrissaint Trivett, a writer true, A celebration awaits, with words anew. With pen in hand,Amidst the Inferno's Roar you weave your spell. Crafting stories that transport us well. Your words, a gift, to hearts and minds. A treasure trove, of imagination's finds. Today, we honor you, dear Chrissaint Trivett.  A master wordsmith, with a heart that's set.  On your special day, may joy resound, And your love for words continue to abound. May your birthday be filled with delight. As you celebrate, through day and night. May your pen never falter, nor your heart lose cheer, Happy birthday, dear Chrissaint Trivett, may your dreams draw near! Courtesy  Boonconnect

🍁 Disclaimer 🍁 This poem is a work of fiction inspired by real-life events. The views and opinions expressed in this poem are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of any individual, organization, or government. The poem is intended to promote empathy, understanding, and peace. Courtesy ,  Chrissaint Trivett , Author. 🌹*******************🌹 By the ruins of Mariupol, we sat and wept.  Our hearts heavy with sorrow, our spirits slept.  The memories of peace, a distant, fading light.  A bittersweet reminder of our lost delight. In this besieged city, we hung our hopes on high. A symbol of our resilience, our mournful sigh, The bombs of war, a constant, deadly stream.  A reminder of our struggle, our future unseen. Through streets once filled with laughter, now death does reign.   The echoes of our footsteps, a haunting, mournful refrain.  We search for solace, a respite from the pain. A fleeting glimpse of hope, amidst...

In the depths of my soul, a seed lies dormant.  A lotus bud, waiting for spiritual ferment. Nourished by faith, it begins to unfold,  Petals of love, compassion, and wisdom to hold. The muddy waters of doubt and fear, Cannot tarnish its beauty, now crystal clear.  For in the light of divine guidance. It rises, unsoiled, to spiritual significance. Its stem, a pillar of strength and might,  Supports the bloom of inner light.  The fragrance of forgiveness and peace,  Fills the air, a sacred release. As the sun shines, its beauty's revealed.  A radiant reflection, soul and spirit healed.  In the lotus's majestic, gentle sway,   I find my true self, come what may.

Verse 1: In unity we stand, our nation's might, One people, one heart, shining bright. With faith and hope, we pave the way, For a brighter future, starting today. Chorus : We are one, we are as one, United we rise, till the day is won. With hearts united, we'll forever stand,  One nation, one people, hand in hand. Verse 2: With integrity and courage bold, Our legacy will forever unfold. Through strength and perseverance true, the world will recognize our crew. Chorus: We are one, we are as one, United we rise, till the day is won, With hearts united, we'll forever stand,  One nation, one people, hand in hand. Bridge: We'll strive to forge our own destiny.  Creating prosperity for all to see, What our forebears could not achieve, we'll accomplish, our spirits freed. Chorus: We are one, we are as one, United we rise, till the day is won, With hearts united, we'll forever stand, One nation, one people, hand in hand. Grab a copy of 'The Hills of Poe...

A child needs parental care and might,  To guide them through life's plodding night, If parents neglect their moral right,  Intruders and false influences take flight,  They blow the child off course, it's true,  And indigenous values are lost anew. When the future arrives, the child goes astray. And becomes wayward, lost, without a say. Let's help our children survive and thrive, By teaching them moral values to stay alive, Let's be their guiding light, their shining star,  And help them navigate near and far. With moral care, they'll find their way, And a happy moment will dawn each day, Let's nurture them with love and gentle care, And help them grow into responsible adults, with flair.