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  • de_ife_7 35w

    Cows of Bashan

    What can I say, what shall I write?
    in the blue season of harmattan,
    the rude seasoning of sunlight⛅
    Might our race in a black sin be!

    Alien to the present century,
    grab your clubs when you see two packs.
    Herds of ill luck and frustration; enemies of devine vegetation.
    The foretold cows of Bashan of penury.

    Bloody top-hats organize banditary.
    Like the honest deceit of a crocodile,
    they die to maim unpopular hopes
    and bring shit to our fathers' territory.
    ©de_ife_7 _deife_xp{IG} 08050714510{⏱️}

  • porcupine 35w


    Flowers grew
    The sky still blue
    Easter came around again
    But why haven't you

    Flowers bloomed
    The sky stayed blue
    Easter passed again
    But why didn't you

    Flowers wilted
    The sky not blue
    Easter was so sad
    Since it was without you

    Flowers will grow again
    The sky again will be blue
    Perhaps next Easter
    You will be here too!

  • dosbambi 35w

    The resurrection of Jesus Christ, is the most important event, that made the Christian faith.

    If Jesus remains dead, didn't rise, His sacrifice would have been a waste...and this is why, this celebration is the most important of all celebration in the faith.

    Thank God, Jesus rose from the dead.
    Thank God, He lives today.
    Thank God, He defeated death.
    And because He lives, no limitations, no guilt, no going back...
    Jesus Christ, He is the hope of glory!!!

    #dosbambiwrites #dosbambiinspires #easter #jesuslives #jesusrose #christianquotes #christianpoetry #christianpoet

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    Hallaluyah! The tomb is empty,
    Jesus is no more among the dead.
    He rose from the dead,
    'Cos, He is the King without end,
    His reign is till eternity.

    Because He lives
    the purpose for His death is guaranteed,
    His sacrifice is enough for all lives
    His blood speakes better things.

    He rose to give justification to all that believe,
    that after our salvation, all things become new.
    This is total freedom, no guilt! No place for grief.
    His resurrection was the straw that broke the camel's back.

  • heavenly_broadcast 35w






  • mrspectacular 35w


    'You there, have you seen the king's sceptre?', the chief of gaurds for the king cried as he went around with flyers of the king's sceptre in his hand. He looked very vexed like it were something very valuable to him that was stolen. Well, it was His Majesty's Sceptre, His Majesty's symbol of office that was missing. It was a kingdom problem and as a royal gaurd, it was definitely a deafening slap across his face.
    His majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren has a countenance so gloomy on the issue at hand that he would neither eat nor drink anything. He would not even speak to anyone but just stared up at the fine ceiling embellishments. He wondered how he would recover the stolen sceptre from whoever it was that had stolen it. The sceptre was quite a find, expensive and very precious. Without it, the town of Lugwid could not referred to as a people. All around the town, news filters about the occurrence and everyone is sent into panic mode wondering how they would live without a king. Sir Fidelis was not dead but he was not a king without his sceptre. Sure he had his regalia of a crown and a royal garment but all of that meant nothing without the sceptre. Without the sceptre, it was all just a cloth and crown that anyone could just walk into any supermarket in Lugwid or beyond and purchase cheaply but the sceptre was more precious than gold. This was a situation that had never occured in the history of the town of Lugwid but the palace had become more porous security-wise and flexible, privacy-wise that anyone could enter any part of the place without any special protocol since a number of people had brought petitions claiming that the king was far away from and very inaccessible to the people. Now this happened.
    His majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren could only imagine how stiff he would make the palace immediately he was able to recover his staff of office, there would be six gruelling stages one would need to go through before one could gain access again to him because he believed it is a matter of overfamiliarity that brought this shame upon the royal palace and the entire town of Lugwid.

    There was no reason for anyone within the town to steal the staff of office because he made sure he had implemented enough policies to make sure everyone lived comfortably and without as much as a single want so who could have done this act. Immediately, he commanded the arrest and detention of every foreigner in the town to ascertain which of them is behind the theft. Rounding them off and realizing they were so many, he narrows the list down to those who had accessed the palace which brought the list down to two person. Everyone followed closely the proceedings like their lives depended on it, eager to know who would be squashed by the winepress of the law and served as wine to the throats of its penitentiary for the lesson of his life which he would only be so lucky to live to relay.
    Jonah and Deval were the names of the two foreigners standing trial on the matter after the others had been cleared by the government on having nothing to do with the missing staff of office. If only they could know the truth by looking them in their eyes and recognizing the truly Innocent and the vilely guilty but that was impossible so investigations continued.
    A few of the citizens came up with an accusation against Jonah claiming to have seen him earlier with the staff of office and claimed to have questioned him on why he had committed such an abomination but he defiantly ignored their questions and told them the king was not suitable for kingship and that was the reason he had purposed by the theft of the staff of office to commandeer the town for himself but it was all balderdash. Deval was the real criminal and had planned with the accusers to pin the crime on Jonah for the fact that they had their own personal scores to settle.
    Jonah was innocent of all charges but what prompted Sir Fidelis' suspicion of his being perpetrator of the heinous crime against the state was his silence in the midst of Deval's heated defense being which Sir Fidelis and his committee of investigators took for admission to the crime. Deval's argument seemed to really sway the king and his investigators so much so that without any further investigation, Jonah was sentenced to death by hanging particularly because he would not show the king and his investigators to the place where he had hid the staff of office.

    Within seconds, a section of the king's sentry, in green military combat wears and solid shiny black boots take him up by his arms in theirs and drag him away to the prison to await execution the next day. They had some very hard hands, rugged and stony they would almost crush anyone they held in them. Jonah wept in the pains of their clutches but consoled himself that by his death, his pain would soon be over. He would have been all happy at the putting him out of the misery of the false accusations but the pains of torture filtered into his porous skin for the rest of the day and into the next morning.
    By the next morning, the day of his execution, he is woken up by the whiplash from a soldier gaurd at the prison where he is held. Jerking up his feet, he let out some tears. Looking very weak, he is beaten regardless to pick up the pace to the place of execution pulling behind him his element of execution- a board with nails-he would hoisted up in a parachute and thrown down onto it, killing him instantly or if he were lucky- a few minutes in gruelling pain before giving up the ghost.
    Reconsidering the idea of dropping him unto a board of nails after hoisting him 200 feet above the ground, His Majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren orders that he be pardoned for the crime positing that although the crime is abominable, it should be pardoned or judgement less stifer for something as insignificant as a staff but the people would not have it instead they agitated even more for his execution.
    Sir Fidelis unwilling to pursue any further the proceedings orders that he be kept out of whatever decision they decide to take on the matter seeing that they would not rest until Jonah's blood gushed out from him like a tap for their drinking pleasure.
    Quick to see to Jonah's death, the people rustle up an arena at a tree for his hanging. Each of them would later wonder why exactly they decided to support his death against all opposite indications. Dragging him to the tree, a rope is rung around his neck while mocking him for being so powerless against them at that moment whereas having the guts to have stolen the royal sceptre.
    Finally hung to die on the tree and certified dead, they all leave the venue in the surprising darkness as they could all swear that it was as bright as midday only a few minutes ago but here they were, staring at a darkness they could almost touch. Finding the occurrence very strange, they rush back to their homes to stay away from whatever danger may follow.
    ..Some hours later, he is brought down from the tree by his Majesty's soldiers, someone from amidst the crowd remarked 'Maybe this man was innocent and did not really steal the Sceptre. We probably murdered, in the name of justified execution, the wrong person'.
    Obtaining Jonah's body from the royal house, he was laid to final rest or so they thought. Deval thought to himself that in a little while when the heat of Jonah's death and missing sceptre dies down, he would overthrow the king and rule Lugwid permanently but he had no idea of what lay wait for him ahead.
    Three days after, news reaches Deval that Jonah had been spotted in three different locations at different times but he would not believing it maintaining that he had seen him and confirmed him dead and buried completely but hearing the stories continuously from different quarters of Lugwid, he knew it was something to panic about because he had barely started his tatkeover plan but this would put a spanner in his progress, he imagined.
    His Royal Majesty, Sir Warren would probably hand over the kingdom to Jonah seeing that he was unjustly punished even after telling the truth. The king as expected orders a manhunt for Deval. One Monday morning, Deval is taking a stroll around the town while devising a plan to forestall and foil the enthronement of Jonah as king when he is spotted by some members of the royal sentry. He is chased for a few minutes until he loses them in an alley. Realising the failure of his plan, Deval flees the town seeking asylum wherever he can find it believing that running now would be the best so that one day when the people of Ludwig least expect it, he will strike back and take the throne but as usual, he knows little.


  • porcupine 35w

    April 4th

    Easter sunday
    And it was
    A beautiful day
    The sun was shining
    Children came out to play
    Eggs are what they search for
    The Easter Bunny hid them
    For each kid it's a good score
    Chocolate and candy
    Maybe a toy
    Hiding in the grass which
    Brings them so much joy

    Happy Easter to everyone

  • rainkeyy 35w

    Happy Easter/Resurrection Sunday! God is good. Picture credits go to YouVersion Bible. #pod #easter #resurrectionsunday #Jesus #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    When My Savior

    When my savior was dead
    After all of the blood that he shed
    The world turned its head away
    Most uncaring to stay

    When my savior rose
    A few days later
    To be exact, one plus two
    Jesus came back to save all of you
    Perfection is beyond our reach
    We can never repay, no matter what we do

    When my savior calls you
    Will you be one of the following few?

    When the gates of heaven open
    When the Lord has spoken
    Will you be chosen?

  • ankitarani_ 35w

    Happy Easter!!
    May the risen lord bring peace and happiness to everyone And give me a courage to handle every situation with my maturity and also give me a power to forgive everyone which i do And Help me to give all what i have to this world with my ability to love and care and serve towards this humanity..

  • craigrd 35w

    Happy Easter

    Seldom have we felt so weak, in times of greater plight.
    Some without a voice to speak, or worse, the will to fight.
    Persevere, for those who seek, guided by the light, he who lifted up the meek and remind us of our might..

  • diaryofwords 35w

    Happy Easter

    The Glory at the Beginning.
    The Glory in the Process.
    The Glory at the Conclusion.

    The Glory STILL.



  • _oj3y_ 35w

    Gave up my pedestal
    That yee ma have life eternal
    Died the death of a thief
    On the cross my words so brief
    To understand that no greater love is there than to lay down my life for the masses
    I give you much more and abundantly for I am he who gave regardless

    With love....
    From a bleeding heart


  • sreelakshmishaji 35w

    #Malayalam#Easter quote#മലയാളം

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    എൻ്റെ ഏകാന്തമാകും ജീവിതവേളയിൽ
    ഒരുകുളിർക്കാറ്റെന്നപോലെ തഴുകിതലോടുന്നു
    പ്രപഞ്ചമാളിക വിലാപത്തിൻ സംഗീതംമുഴക്കുന്നു.
    ക്രൂശിതൻ്റെ അന്തിമവേളയിൽ അവൻ്റെതായ്
    മാറീടുവാൻ ഹൃദയംവെമ്പൽകൊള്ളുന്നു.
    ഹൃദയം പരിശുദ്ധമായ ഭൂമിയായ്മാറീടുന്നു.
    അവൻ്റെ തിരോദാനത്തിലൂടെ ജീവൻപോലിഞ്ഞീടട്ടെ..
    അവൻ്റെ ഉയർപ്പിലൂടെ ലോകംമുഴുവൻ്റെയും
    മരുഭൂമിയിൽനിന്നും വിശാലഭൂമിയിലേക്കായ്

  • banerjeedekai 35w

    On this day,
    Darkness was engulfed by the light,
    Doubts were striked by the rays of hope,
    Chaos was calmed by the beautiful peace,
    Sorrows were dismissed by the cheerful joys,
    Lives were renewed with the eternal resurrection.
    May This Festival
    Fill You With Hope & Prosperity.
    Stay Indoors & Stay Safe.
    When the Entire World is Gripped
    Under the Darkness of Coronavirus
    May the Light of Jesus Brighten the World.
    Happy Easter...............


  • titanwrites 36w

    For as much as Christ is in us, we are more than Conquerors.


  • dosbambi 36w

    The inspiration for this poem came today, overwhelmed my heart and wouldn't let go.

    So I knew, I had write it, to bless all of my Christian brethren all over the world.

    All through my writing this poem, joy was flowing, and smiles decided to make my face home.

    Happy Easter family��

    #JesusLives #JesusRose #dosbambiwrites #dosbambiinspires #christianquotes #christianpoem #christianpoetry #Easter #goodfriday

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    Some say, He's a myth, and He was not real,
    His biography in the Scriptures can't be real,
    they laugh and joke about Him, saying only non real
    folks can believe in somebody who isn't real.

    Some say, He's no Son of God,
    their head can't find a way around God
    having a human Son. They ask, who mate with God!
    They say, He's only a prophet, He can't be God!

    Some say, not Him was crucified,
    so He never rose up, since He wasn't crucified!
    They lied that His body was stolen where He was buried,
    not that He rose, three days after He was buried.

    We can't but rejoice over what was written,
    we are convinced, not only because of what is written!
    His Spirit bears witness with ours, that everything written,
    about His humanity, death and resurrection, is as IT IS WRITTEN!

    This is our faith, our precious truth!
    The word became flesh, His humanity is nothing but truth,
    He's the first Son of God; not just a fact, but truth,
    for humanity, He suffered, died, then rose; that's the truth!

  • pens_by_tunko 36w

    P.S: He's alive

    I sit and I re-imagine a story told so many times I might as well tell it for years without missing a single part of it.
    What if, as He was mocked and scorned and spat at,
    Beaten and bruised for nothing but speaking truth,
    Made a spectacle and His name dragged in the mud,
    He’d made men eat their words?
    What if, as He was asked to come down from that cross, a symbol of shame, to prove that He really was who He’d said He was,
    He’d actually done it?
    What if as the people spoke their vile words He’d appeared in their very midst in a new robe not made by human hands?
    Dazzling and beautiful in His glory
    His face too bright to behold
    Honestly, it would have been fun to see
    The shock, the realization that they had been wrong written plainly on their faces, the fear…
    Oh the fear that would have been
    If the people had looked upon the cross where a man had been bleeding to death before their very eyes
    And found it empty in the blink of an eye, no trace of blood on it.
    Now this story takes a dark turn
    Because there and then, the world would have ended
    Man would have been doomed, condemned, judged right there in that very place, without Him even saying a word.
    For our salvation was in His sacrifice
    Years and years of separation from the Father that were restored in that one moment when He said “It is finished” we would have lost
    We would have lost that and so much more
    So I stop my reflection on what could have been and focus on what is
    With fresh joy in my heart I re-tell the story of salvation
    Knowing that it was the perfect plan, and it was perfectly executed
    And the best part of this story?
    It didn’t end on that cross
    It ended with an empty tomb

  • joe_winterpens 36w



  • keithallencovell 36w

    Handed To You

    You have a gift
    It was handed to you
    With no regard for
    Your work
    In getting it

    But this was God's g][ft


  • burgundyblack 85w


    Crossed hares,
    Lay me down.
    Before the dead son rises,
    Moves beyond the rock again.
    Before the eggs are stowed.
    Before the rabid children feast.
    Eagar maws drool
    At the sight of false-god flesh.
    More tempting than a brick of yeast.
    The decorous, wreathed, and sanguine
    Replaced by a mammal carved in chocolate

  • elusivebutterfly 83w

    Morning Comes

    The trees are all blooming
    The birds they are chirping
    Your words still are
    Inside me they rupture
    The creature we created
    Is now waking up
    And the radiant sun
    Washes over all of our faces
    Renewal is here, rebirth is near.

    ©Raven Romero