THE GIANT PEN ANTHOLOGY, 199
HAPPY NEW MONTH
Like the flush of waters
Parading without WÀHÁLÀ
You shall fly beyond the sky
This month will take you high.
Cool — the most excellent tool;
Peace to every live human skull —
Honouring the Owner of the Everlasting throne,
Anew — this cloud — ahead of every hidden.
THE GIVEN HEART
When life alter itself to wind,
Blowing tragedy in the face of hope.
I renew me to igi-ọ̀pẹ kind,
Bow for wind,rise after it lope.
Rays of sun surround you
As uncommon testimony locate you.
Journey of 304 days shall not be in vain
As testimonies will be your main.
Merry like morning dew,
For God’s plans for you
Are the bests of tomorrow;
A November without sorrow.
Waking up to the brightness of the new month,
I can’t but sing for joy with my mouth.
Thinking of God’s love and goodness,
I can never praise Him less.
Alas! It’s a new month
We all have seen the smile of this new sun
Coming out of the dawn with a new song
Accompanied with glory, victory and a voice of triumph
Waking up with a smile on the face
To the earthy smell of morning dew.
Your breath seizing for a moment
At the sight of the scenic morning view
Alas,it’s a new month.
We started from one and now we are in eleven
We ask God for blessings and Open heaven
May our fruitfulness conquer our barrenness
And may all our wishes come to pass
It’s a pleasure from one to eleven
The final one shall be fill with joy and pleasure,
May we eat the fruit of our labour
And have pleasure at last.
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