Category Archives: Poem

What is Waiting For You After Death?

I went into my classroom
Ready for another year at school.
I didn’t want the work,
Just wanted to hang and be cool.

I had on new clothes,
New sneaks on my feet.
I was there for class on time
Went to the back and took my seat.

Yeah, I’m moving up.
I’m already grown.
Soon I’ll be graduating
And out on my own.

I talked to some of my friends.
We were all having fun.
Said some things I shouldn’t have said,
Did stuff I shouldn’t have done.

I knew I was different.
I felt God touch my heart.
I knew I should set a standard,
But then I’d be set apart.

Walking to the bus,
was not looking for strength.
I heard the car tires screeching,
But now it’s too late.

I’m standing in this room
And I can see the heavenly gate.
Oh no!I never prayed.
I thought I had time to get it straight.

An angel walked to me.
He had a book in his hand.
I knew it was the Book of Life.
When would this dream end?

I told him my name
And he began to look.
Then he looked at me sadly and said
Your name is not in this book.

Angel, this is a dream.
No, I can’t be dead!
He closed the book and turned away.
He whispered – You cannot proceed ahead.

No…no this can’t be real.
Angel, you can’t turn me away.
Let me talk to God.
Maybe He’ll let me stay.

He led me to the gate.
Jesus came to me,
He did not let me in but said,
Beloved what is your need?

Jesus, I cried, please
Don’t cast me away from you.
Tears ran down His face as He said,
You knew what you needed to do.

Lord, please I’m young.
I never thought I would die.
I thought I’d have plenty of time.
Death caught me by surprise.

Lord, I went to church.
Please Jesus, I believe.
He said you would not accept me.
My love you would not receive.

Lord, there were too many hypocrites.
They weren’t being true.
He took a step back and asked
What does that have to do with you?

Lord, my family claimed to be saved,
They weren’t real.You know.
He said, I died for you.
Now I have to go.

I fell to my knees crying to Him.
Lord, I planned to be real tomorrow
I couldn’t, make Him understand.
I had never — felt such sorrow.

Then it hit me hard, I said
Lord, where will I go?
He looked into my eyes and said,
My child you already know.

Please Jesus, I begged
The place is so hot.
It seemed to trouble and grieve Him.
He whispered, depart from me, I know you not.

Lord, you’re supposed to be love.
How can you send me to damnation?
He replied, With your mouth you said you loved me,
But each day you rejected my salvation.

With that in an instant,
Day turned into night.
I never knew such torture could be.
Now too late, I know the Bible is right.

If I can tell you anything,
Hell has no age.
It is a place of torture,
Separated from God and full of rage.

You know I thought it was funny — a joke,
But this one thing is true.
If you never accept Jesus Christ
Hell is waiting for you.

A Friend of mine, Markson, sent this poem to me and it is best you accept Jesus. Don’t be discouraged by the ungodly behaviour of the acclaimed saved.

Obey his Words and you don’t need to worry about hell.


I Chose to Look the Other Way

I came across this poem. It is a real life story. I hope it does give you a second thought on looking the other way.

I could have saved a life that day,

But I chose to look the other way.

It wasn’t that I didn’t care,

I had the time, and I was there.

But I didn’t want to seem a fool,

Or argue over a safety rule.

I knew he’d done the job before,

If I spoke up, he might get sore.

The chances didn’t seem that bad,

I’d done the same, he knew I had.

So I shook my head and walked on by,

He knew the risks as well as I.

He took the chance, I closed an eye,

And with that act, I let him die.

I could have saved a life that day,

But I chose to look the other way.

Now every time I see his wife,

I’ll know, I should have saved his life.

That guilt is something I must bear,

But it isn’t something you need share.

If you see a risk that others take,

That puts their health or life at stake.

The question asked, or thing you say,

Could help them live another day.

If you see a risk and walk away,

Then hope you never have to say,

I could have saved a life that day,

But I chose, to look the other way.

by Don Merrell

Don’t just look away, ACT. You may save a life.

A Laptop Poem

I have been handicapped by the unavailability of my PC and her arrival prompted my writing of this poem.


With a sudden blue gust of resentment

My 3 year relationship was marred

By the in-accessibility of the heart so hard

Thus, no room for the regular enjoyment


Triple lunar periodic cycle and she’s back

Rejuvenation of the soul and the disky heart removed

Innumerable whore-mongers have sought and tried

But ingenuity of the first love couldn’t pack


I took her top up and my eyes lit

My narrow veins expanded and blood filled

What a sight to behold, a maiden betrothed

Off my laps, back to the table where she is fit


Christened Joy, she is my Heach Pee

The fifth of the great genealogy of Dee Vee

A skin so fair to caress, happy to fold

Windows welcome as the lights go yippee


Welcome back, let the work begin

Poem: Alcohol

Alcohol by Ovuakporie Ogheneyole.

Alcohol stands you as a whore
Is it to ginger your spirit when there is no Holy Spirit?
A cognac for you to wisdom lack
Wine pressed brut for you to become brute to society
A marshed grape becomes a yardstick for youngsters in rape

Wine and Spirit a common thing in the spiritual is immortal
A baron to wine, that drug my senses sucked in like a straw through the spine
Originality is from God, not I to behave like a goat which life is on curd
With it taste buds are soiled while destinies are foiled
My drive is to strife for Gods colouration of life.

Cry me a river, for so many wine filled liver
Life are dented and saints are bought with silver cents
The endtime watch ticks away and so many men are washed away
Days are numbered and men eyes still slumbers
I stand touched with Christ light for I must keep up the fight

In the Spirit of God, I am brim filled
Neither an old or new wine, I feel shacked up in thy Holy wine
Halleluyah, I am branched to the Holy Vine, a fruitful grape for Jah.