Happy Birthday

Dawn is slowly breaking
Party’s almost ended – friends are on their way home
I’m still at the office trying to round up
I’m sorry for your birthday I couldn’t come

Your present is hanging by your window pane
As well as behind your picture hanging on your wall
I know not how to present my gift to you late
But just know tis the greatest gift of all

The fire that burns between us is fading
And the love we once shared is in despair
I stand out here to do my bid and best
To let precious memoirs fill our polluted air

Through your emotions I can clearly see
That one day the scales from your eye would fall
And knowing that you were once in love with me
Tis my greatest gift of all

And just before I say goodnight and go to sleep
I hear my mobile phone softly ring
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you my love”
Is the song it beautifully sings

And so I say a silent birthday wish
For you my love amid great and small
Long life and great prosperity all day long
Tis from me to you the greatest gift of all

Caleb A. O
+234(07029485391-08026755943)
belaciano007@hotmail.com
www.bsitg.blogspot.com

THE MIRACLES OF LOVE

It opens closed doors of the heart
And tears the mask of hatred apart
It put smiles on ominous faces
Has no dogma, creed or races

From the east to the west
It is welcomed as the best
From the north to the south
Relieves any in doubt

It inspires the parson to discourse
The ungodly bows and becomes righteous
It is the song that artiste write
That turns wrong doers to right

It makes strangers to hold hands
And exchange ideas easy to understand
It is that that makes faith visible
Elevates passionately the low and simple

It is strength to the ignored
And to givers, it is their reward
It sees beyond ones imperfection
Without ridicule, without condemnation

Fosters compassion in the valley of hate
Beckons to all that off their fate
The forgiver of the prodigal
Makes paradise out of sepulchre

It cost zilch but creates much
Based on correction and as such
Its icon is seldom grasp through the eyes
Never ending and barely dies

Written By: Caleb A. O
belaciano007@hotmail.com
P. O. Box 8021 Wuse Abuja
+234/08026755943-07029485391
www.bsitg.blogspot.com

Special Friend Poems - "Portrait of a Friend"

I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.

I can't change your past with all its heartache and pain, or the future with its untold stories. But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can't keep your feet from stumbling. I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine; yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, or to judge; I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask.

I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship, from your values, from me. I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you, But I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself.

IT’S OKAY TO CRY

I saw her after a long time
She never really changed from her prime
She bleached her hair to hide her intentions
Her pretty face had lost all its expressions

She needed to talk
So we took a long walk
I thought about my friend I’d left in a rush
She thought about her first crush

She then spoke about her love affair
I saw a tender heart bound with fear
She told me these over and over again
I saw friendship worthy of great gain

She spoke about her goals in life
I saw the etiquette of a virtuous wife
She told me of her quest for a friend
I gave her a promise that she could depend

She was missing her entire family
I was missing her badly
She thought her life was just a waste
I told her never to judge in haste

She told me about her worst state
I took her hands and gave her faith
I said few words to show I was indeed candid
“I was there, it’s okay to cry” – so she did

Written By: Caleb A. O.
www.bsitg.blogspot.com
belaciano007@hotmail.com
+234(08026755943 – 07029485391)

Birthday Wife

I saw him in a drug store, he was big, an awkward-looking guy
With work-worn hands, he looked as one down with strife
He was fumbling through the card sections
The section marked “Birthday Wife”.

I watched him out from the corner of my eye
As he took out a card and read it, put it back
I could tell by the look on his face it wasn’t what he wanted
As he repeated his action without a setback

Finally, he picked up an attractive one
One of those kinds of curvy-looking cards
With flowers on the front, still wasn’t convinced
Guess something was missing – maybe birds

Or maybe it probably said something like
“Roses are red, violets and blue” you know!
But he sighed and took it to the check-out canter
Where he paid and packaged so that its content won’t show

On his way home he had stopped for a moment
I supposed he scrawled something simple on the base
Something like “love Pete” and continued his walk home
He gave it to her but it didn’t say what he wanted to say

The things we wish to say are not that easy
But she probably had a clue or rather knew
By the way he grinned at her – poked her by the elbow
Because his words were not always few

What goes on inside our heart of hearts
Are the hard things we want to say – both great and small
Of course one should not bother trying to say them
They would always know because LOVE says it all

It is not easy to say the things that really matters, is it?
It’s not always easy to say “I really love you”
Sometimes it’s hard to say “I’m sorry, I was wrong”
Or “I acted like a fool yesterday, please forgive me”

Caleb A. O
+2347029485391
belaciano007@hotmail.com
www.bsitg.blogspot.com

APOLOGY

Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
Is my heart made of ice?
Or does my blood flow like the raging sea

Let me take you down to my core
Where lately I've become so numb
In search of fun I closed your door
All is lost and now I'm sucking me thumb

My soul sleeps somewhere cold
Waiting to be found, and taking home
Now I know what I'm left without
I'll make it back if only you kiss away my doubt

I'm frozen inside without your touch
In darkness I wander without a torch
Thinking you would come and set free
You only sigh and snubbed me.

What would I do to reconcile the fate?
Should sex be always used as bait?
Every night on my kneel I pray
That you come and renew my day

See the world in my own point of view
Sing with me while I play the tune
In my arms, you would never be lonely
In my heart you remain the one and only

Written By: Caleb A. O.

www.bsitg.blogspot.com

belaciano007@hotmail.com

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Blind Son of Timaeus

Darkness once filled my world
Believing only what I smell and hear
Many are aware of my distresses
Yet many could barely bear

Left my juvenile court
To embrace the youthful arms I didn't see
In the open I sat daily
Waiting for the dime meant for me

In rags I am clothed
With crumbs I am fed
My bride hardly believes her sight
Wishing I was dead

Yet my little turtle dove
I sacrificed for her health
Forfeited my lamb for my daughter
Who sings my heart to melt

Though I haven't seen her
Her voice lingers in my head
I tried all to do for her
Yet couldn't make her cradle bed

Suicidal became my dearest friend
As fulfilment days drew near
Having achieving nothing big
Torrential judgment became my fear

As I walked down to my usual spot
I felt like any other day
Ambivalence clouds my mind
Wondering what next to say

Voices were noised abroad
Heralding an uncertain rain
What could this be I questioned
A familiar name heads my way

My adrenalin shot at desperation
My voice He heard finally
He sent for me and demanded
My request was granted gradually

Caleb A. O.
+234(08026755943 – 07029485391)
www.bsitg.blogspot.com
belaciano007@hotmail.com

Momma's Hand

I saw you hide your wrinkled hands
Behind your timid self called fear
I easily noticed the veins from those hands
Because they have always gave me care

I say it’s no disgrace
To have working hands like you
I wish I did all you did for me
I’d have hands like you too

The hands that has hauled down trees
And worked severely in God’s great earth
They’ve felt the bitterness in the cold
And warmed up those with cold hearth

They’ve touched the young in heart
And caressed the fevered head
With hands you’ve neatly carved
My cherished little cradle bed

They’ve scrubbed the kitchen floor
And done lots of dishes each day
They’ve guided orphans and prodigals
Who somehow had lost their way

Every year they’ve made Christmas gift
Accepted by friends with both hands
They don’t only care and guide
But has directed many to the promise land

They’ve worn bruises and blisters
And have many calluses to show
For all they’ve done for me and others
The tale speaks and everyone knows

So you see my dearest mother
Yours are the hands of love
And I bet the lord will easily notice
When he greets you up above

Caleb A. O.
+234(08026755943 – 07029485391)
www.bsitg.blogspot.com
belaciano007@hotmail.com

The Real Me

I am an introvert artist
That carries his brush wherever he goes
Should there be a need to cover up
So the real me never shows

I’m always afraid to let it show
Because I’m scared what you might do
Friends had derided and said mean things
I’m afraid I might loose new friends and also you

I will for once paint a true picture
To show you alone the real true me
But I want you to try and understand
I need you to accept everything you see

So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes
I’ll take my time to paint it steady and slow
Please understand how much it hurts
For me to let the real me show

Now that I have painted myself uncovered
I feel naked, bare and cold
And if you still love me with all that you’ve seen
Then you are my friend pure as gold

I shall treasure this little picture of mine
Though, I hold it daily in my hand
I want to keep it firm and handy
In case I meet many that would understand

So please protect the image you’ve seen
And thanks for telling me true
But please let me keep this image
Until I am able to love myself too

Written By: Caleb A. O
belaciano007@hotmail.com
P. O. Box 8021 Wuse Abuja
+234/08026755943-07029485391
www.bsitg.blogspot.com

Freedom! Freedom!! Freedom!!!

Many years has passed us by
Yet no sign of a coming liberation
Our burden increase daily
At dusk we dine with affliction

Our fathers’ toiled day in day out
To satisfy the obnoxious task masters
Our mothers kept the chaste line strong
Despite all the promiscuous dangers

Our young and gorgeous daughters
Are used for pleasure and satisfaction
While our young and mighty men of valour
Were mainly used to stop opposition

Babies are abundantly born
In bondage they age and fade away
The strong being made susceptible to the weak
Hopes and dreams die each passing day

Every night with prayers of faith
Wondering when this madness would end
But all we see is Judas among us
Trying daily to be our comfort and friend

Who will remember us
Who will hear our humble cry
In disguise we are benevolence
Sitting idle gazing to the empty sky

Written By: Caleb A. O.
www.bsitg.blogspot.com
belaciano007@hotmail.com
+234(08026755943 – 07029485391)

WHAT’S THE SIZE OF YOUR HEART?

It isn’t the size of your house
That matters so much at all
It’s the gentle and loving touch
That makes you great or small

Friends old or new come and go
From thy bond would always depart
Would judge it not by the style you show
But rather by the size of your heart

It isn’t the size of your intelligent
It isn’t the wealth you found
That will make you happy at the end
But how well you touched the lives around

For making money is not a hard task
And to live LIFE well is nothing but an art
But how people love you and regard you
Only depends on the size of your heart.

Written By: Caleb A. O.
www.bsitg.blogspot.com
belaciano007@hotmail.com
+234(08026755943 – 07029485391)

A FRIEND TO ME

Thank God for you – good friend of my
Seldom is our friendship as that of time
How very much I often wish to be
As helpful as you’ve been to me

When I recall from time to time
How you’ve inspired this heart of mine
I find myself inclined to kneel and pray
That the good Lord should guide you all the way

So often at His throne of grace I stand
Your face I see at his right hand
And then instructively I bow to pray
“God bless my dearest friend today”

Someday, I hope with you I’ll stand
Before His throne – at his right hand
And say to you as my journey comes to end
“Praise God, You’ve been to me a dear friend”

Written By: Caleb A. O.
www.bsitg.blogspot.com
belaciano007@hotmail.com
+234(08026755943 – 07029485391)

Things We Miss

You ran through your entire years
Not stopping to enjoy each passing day
And you took every guy you met for granted
As you traveled your primitive way

As you faced pain and ardent sorrow
Something inside pulled you through
That something was private and special
Sent from heaven for such a one as you

You never stopped to measure
The good tidings you carelessly miss
And since the world never did slowed down
You always miss the good night kiss

And now your tender heart seems heavy
Filled with regrets and a great deal of pain
No one dares to console you
But I say – remember this once again

Remember those you took for granted
Because they were too young to be called thine
And the precious moments you never started
Were the tender and lovely kisses of mine,

Written By: Caleb A. O.
belaciano007@hotmail.com
www.bsitg.blogspot.com
+234(07029485391)

Goodbye – Good night

She never said goodbye
And I really can’t phantom why
This is not her first time
Does it mean she isn’t mine?

They say she found someone new
A young dude from the Big Boys crew
But to me it doesn’t seem to matter
She is for me – I won’t look for another

Her memory can’t fade – I love her that much
I would still love her if only we keep in touch
But where she’s headed I don’t know
Guess I’m left to wonder on my own

The past I can’t seem too much to forget
The present is too much to neglect
Anytime I remember – I break down and cry
Because she left without saying GOODBYE

Written By Caleb A. O

http://www.bsitg.blogspot.com/

belaciano007@hotmail.com

+234 (07029485391)

My Special Friend

When I have no one to turn to

And I feel kind of low,

When there is no one to talk to

And nowhere pleasing enough to go

I search deep within myself

It is the love inside my heart

That lets me know you are there

Even though we are miles apart

A smile then appears upon my face

Then the sun begins to shine

I hear a voice, so soft and sweet

Saying, 'Everything will be just fine'

It may seem that I am alone

But I am never by myself at all.

Whenever I need you near

All I have to do is call

Your Friendship is really true

On that I can depend

I will always stand beside you

And will always be your friend

Through darkest hours and brighter days

You have always seen me through

You are my one and only

Perhaps I am one for you.

Written By: Caleb A. O

belaciano007@hotmail.com

www.bsitg.blogspot.com

+234(07029485391)

A Psalm of Life

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream!—

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end or way;

But to act, that each to-morrow

Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Act,—act in the living Present!

Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And, departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor and to wait.

Thank You

While the world disregarded me

As I struggled through life alone

Friends confirmed that I am nothing

And have nothing to call my own

I am neither popular nor well known

And my clothes are barely new

I barely have a three figure steady income

But I always thank God that I have you

In my heart I always rejoice

On my lips there is a song

Thank you for showing me love

To prove these testimonies wrong

Having you is all that matters

Though this little world would never see

Thank you for every thing

Especially for your love towards me

I’m glad to have a roof up above me

And a comfy place to sleep and breath

There is now delicacies on my table

I got sandshoes to put on my feet

I now know what it means to love

And for once a happy family

I want to say thank you

For your love towards me

Caleb A. O

+2348026755943

BEAUTY AND THE STRANGER

Young as a circus parade
Pretty as a glass of pink lemonade
Dressed in a Gucci spaghetti gown
On the head a golden crown

Oil of Olay for the skin to supple
Lips naturally coloured in reddish purple
With dimples to edify the face
Queen of the night boost grace

With rhythmic steps that rhymes a tune
Bangles dangle in rhythm that is new
With a diamond wedding ring in the hand
I wondered who would be her husband

The lovely lips that has not been bussed
The hips that has not been touched
The blue eye that has never seen evil
The tender voice that has never wimple

The bust that stands like the Twin Tower
The sweet smell that ooze like a hibiscus flower
The lethal smile that determines fate
The lovely face that gives faith

Who is this creature without a name?
Who is this being that placates pain?
She changed the tune of my life
I don’t mind calling her My Wife!

Written By: Caleb A. Obiajuru

BEAUTIFUL

Everyday with you is so wonderful
For in everyway you remain beautiful
Words can't elucidate the joy of having you
For you make dark moments skyblue.

Your friends do feel that you are delirious
Mine feels that I am not serious
For they feel that our path should not cross
But they can’t stop our friendship to gloss

No mater what they say or do
We’ll remain the song inside the tune
Full of success down the road we go
Never changing, for we were made so.

Our friends’ slanders won't bring us down
Misunderstandings won't make us frown.
We’d stay together because it's wonderful
Together we’ll make this world so beautiful.

Written By: Caleb A. Obiajuru

The World We Have Today

We now have wider freeways

But our perspective is narrow always

We spend more on irrelevancies

But spend less on our enterprises

We buy more than we can chew

And enjoy less that which are not new

We build big and splendid residence

Yet our families are small and condense

We have more conveniences

But less time to achieve its uses

We have more degrees and qualifications

But less understanding to its applications

Our expectations has graciously swollen

But our problems has not for once fallen

We have more medicines than before

But incurable illnesses are twice more

We have multiplied our assets

But have reduced our etiquettes

We’ve talk too much about our self

But seldom listen to ethics of pelf

We have barely loved one another

But swiftly hated friends and strangers

We have learnt how to make a living

But have never made a life worth believing

We have easily added years to life

But life to years we’ve done with strive

We have been all the way to the moon and back,

But to visit a neighbour is what we lack

We have conquered outer space and beyond

But our inner man we worship as a god

We have sanitized the air as a whole

But have succeeded in polluting the soul

We stand bravely tall in quantity

But on our knees we are in quality

Ruled by tall men with short disposition

Rewards with deep profit and shallow correlation

We have higher income and low morals

We learn more theories and less practical

We live in the era of global warming

But what we get is domestic burning

We have the supply of food on the increase

But kwashiorkor is our incurable disease

We spend more to build houses and tombs

But have less regards for broken marriages and homes

Caleb A. O

08026755943

belaciano007@hotmail.com

P.O Box 8021 Wuse Abuja Nigeria