Title: 'SHE PRAYS FOR SOULS'

Title: 'SHE PRAYS' 9 /F.Oil - (From Set) by Rev.Bola A

'She Prays For Our Souls'


Besieging,

Ever leading

On bended knee

She prays

Her hands clasped together

Interceding, and

Proceeding without delays

She confirms her pleading

Reaching up

To the Divine

For the healing

Of so many aches

So many pains,

That charge onward

Like wagons

Without brakes

Hence they collide

Upon the precipice

Of our mistakes.

But despite

The frequent breaches

Of such errors, such sins,

Numerous acts of omission

Or commission

Each day her

Prayer-wheel still spins

She chants her invocation

Then renders her petition

To The Most High God.

And throughout

All this endeavour

Can be felt,

Her faith and fervour

And through all

Such supplication

Can be sensed

Her deep devotion

To The Lord....

Rising high

Like a blaze of

Burning incense

To the sky.

Then, just as though

To testify,

Luxuriously returns to earth

Much sweet angelic response

And the surest

Most purest

Heavenly reply.

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Poetry by Rev.Bola A.

(copyright:04/02/2012)

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Title: 'Color Magic'

Listen, 

quiet still,

the slow brown river 

flows on 

as blue feathers float 

hidden eyes on green wave 

a woman in the branches 

  amidst grey black strata cliffs 

orange beak and claw 

trapped in the constellations 

coagulation 

scraps of yellow paper 

transportation for the dead 

old and broken down

trucks carve the valley, red

hyenas cry out 

a beady black eye

in the trees

......And thankfully

no green eyed monsters.

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Poetry by Rev.Bola A

(copywrong: 20.1.12)

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Title: 'COLOR MAGIC' /Impress - (From Set) by Rev.Bola

Title: 'CONCERNED SPACES'

Title: 'CONCERNED SPACES' 29/ SS - From Set - < Prints Available Here>

Those concerned spaces....

 

That love to jump and provoke

Sandy thighs on zipped up heels,

That shroud a wood, like a bloke.

Within that source 

Is a place where he feels

Like a zany, zoological zebra for feet,
A wet pet could almost be a fox of laces,
Forget the prickly divorce of the heat

......And those concerned spaces.

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Poetry and Art by Rev.Bola A.

(copyright: Jan 2012 -ARR)

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'The Fe-Ministry Series' - Poetry by Rev.Bola

Part 5

Title: 'Emanating'

Humbly,
I cradle love
And keep smiling
While the issue
Never ceases.
Whosoever hovers
In despair
Has but their own
Control to fear.

Reason has forbidden
Soon upon creation
My strongest emanation
To be easily spun and rare.

Like a flash
The future looks so bright
It seems the fire
That is my life
Continues to inspire
For the moon,
And to aspire
By weaving its own tune
Of miracles.

Back and forth
South to North
With rhythmic motions
It forms its notions
So the dancing never ends
East to West
It spins creation.
Attracting other friends.

Henceforth,
The most important thing
To recall when I am gone
Is the music of my song.

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Poetry by Rev.Bola
(copyright: 7.1.12 -ARR)
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Title: 'INNER MUSICIAN' /Acryls - (From Prayer Art Set) by Rev.Bola

Title: 'Lessons in Life'

I'm learning to be strong
And I'm learning to speak out
And I'm learning to be assertive
Not shy, when I see things differently
And I'm learning not to hide away
And I'm learning not to disappear
And I'm learning 
(though it sometimes really hurts me)
Not to withdraw completely
And I'm learning to reach out
When I have something to share
And I'm learning that it's much
Much easier to be crystal clear.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola

(copyright: 16Dec11. -ARR)

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Title: 'Sailing Through' - Poetry and Art

Title: 'SAILING THROUGH' /Mix - (From Set) by Rev.Bola

Masts fall, like clear mainlands
Life, death, adventure
Travel grandly, like a mystery pirate.
 
Fall calmly, like a clear gull
O, endurance!
Sail swiftly, like a misty wind.

The seashell rises, like a cold moon
But where is, the lively whale?
From where is, the big breeze?

Desolation, death, adventure
Why does, the storm endure?
How does, the ship sail?
Life, faith, courage.

Clouds drift!
The cool moon, swiftly pulls to shore
Love, faith and courage
A sandy island in view!
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Poetry by Rev.Bola A.
(Copyright: 15Dec11 -ARR)
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Title: 'Weeping Memories' - Poetry and Art

Title: 'WEEPING MEMORIES' /Oils (From Set) - by Rev.Bola

'Weeping Memories' 

With the dying of time poets echo,
In the streets of discord memories breathe,
Under the cover of the mind the soul doth speak,
In the stillness of harmony where memories weep.

In the moonless dark, the old ones seek, 
Dis- establishment of guilt to defend the weak
Yet nought, was so valuable, throughout
As the cool-aid stains, which never came out
Or the hope, they could somehow, hide their doubt

Of green paper things, they've had their fill
My pocket and yours, adds much to the till
We like it or not, must contribute our share
To shaking that snow, right out of our hair

Like the object, of any desire
Let the acrid smoke inspire
Unlike the knife, that loves to cut
It won't make a puncture, in your gut

This web-like lust, would be no crime
Were it, but a mote, in the eye of time
  Like Latin, is language, but passed away
  With magic, the words,  all gone astray
Where to, for what, to find one day

Whether Wallet, Mallet, Mallard,
Or Walloon, Balloon, Bollard?
Life's ghastly problems, can be stubborn and hard
As the tide of time, flows relentlessly onward

Bronze face reveals little, of  the one within
Who sits alone with, green recycle bin
Quietly brewing, an escape from sin
  Mouth wide open, singing and sipping
  As notes hit the ceiling, bloody and dripping

'With the dying of time,  poets echo,
In the streets of discord, memories breathe,
Under the cover of the mind, the soul doth speak,
In the stillness of harmony, memories weep.'
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 Poetry by Rev.Bola A.
(copyright: 9.12.11 -ARR)
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