Oh! What a Silent Night

Sometimes in the winter,
Somewhere where I sat,
In the dark silent sorrowful night,
Tears rolled down dropping,
Helpless, hopeless and discouraged.

Somewhere in the winter,
In the cold lonely weather,
Future seems very badly blinking,
Failure seems everywhere,
Nobody understands the helpless.

Sometimes in the winter,
In the hopelessness of the night,
Without one near to say sorry,
I wept out all my strength.
Wept, till strength failed weeping.

Yet in the winter,
When delusion overwhelm the heart,
Lifting up the eyes to see,
Thinking deep to know,
If the future holds something sweet.

In the same winter,
Where home seems to be unhelping,
When schooling seems to be chase of wind,
Friends seems to be unfriendly,
Careful thought of loneliness covers everywhere.

Somewhere in the winter,
Look up into the sky,
Wanting to see if one is there watching,
Likewise in the stars, moon and heaven lies,
If one is seeing and could understand.

Then in the winter,
As if He has been waiting for me,
Waiting for out-pouring of a heavy heart,
Stretching hands, smiling softly
Here I am, here to change.

Change in the winter,
The beginning from the end,
The dawn of smiling times,
Times of fortune coming ahead,
The turning of hopelessness and dejection.

There is yet joy ahead,
The memories of black winter,
Fade away as the joy of the new season,
Flooded the heart of the new reason,
The real reason why I live.

Now the story of a scholar,
The works of a poet,
The voice of a speaker and preacher,
The impact of the one in the winter-time,
Saying hope to the hopeless and dejected.

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The Big Difference - Life

What a life!
What a big difference,
The difference we make in time,
The one we make in this one coming,
In this world we take in nothing,
In which we make our living,
But then our time is moving,
And soon we end the living,
How many will notice our living?!

The living they lived for nothing,
The hope they give to none,
The promises they aborted for self,
And time they wish is all for them,
That they may live forever,
But soon they are never,
Their memory gone too soon than ever,
Dried as leaves that withers,
Buried as one doesn't matter.

The foolish wise one,
The glasses cover the merciless eyes,
The icon of ordeal and misfortune,
Hopeless to the hopeful they are,
With one mission they jointly serve,
Serve our dear nation, Mission to kill,
steal and destroy,
Saints and saviour they come to us,
Thief and devil they mean to us.

The currency strong room they looted,
They kill and destroy in good faith,
The say we should laugh when mourning,
We smile while suffering,
But they, yes, the do-gooders,
Pursuing their mission to letter,
No knowing the end comes later,
Nemeses soon catch up after,
They die the death of horror.

The night of horror passed,
As the mighty slept like coward,
The fall of the all-powerful and commander,
Buried like a useless foul,
Died of what he loves to eat,
The sound of joy everywhere,
For the death of the head of state,
Instead of mourning by the people,
But we must celebrate the final exist.

But what a difference!
A big difference I ever imagine!
When death took our hope,
The ever fair election of the people,
When we look to see a new dawn,
Yes, a new beginning of our smiles,
But death from the rock took him,
Death dashed our hope,
We are caught in the rope.

A mourning day for all of us,
Our choice taken from us,
Turning around to comfort ourselves,
Hoping in the hopeless situation,
Looking for change at all cost,
Not mind the great lost,
Together we move forward,
Never to look further backward,
Waiting together in hope for hope.
What a big difference! One died and all rejoice,
Another died and we mourn, Both heads of state,
One has been, one to be,
But the bad's memories cut off,
The other fixed and remembered,
What a big difference! Indeed,
a wide difference.

By Oluwanisola Seun.
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I Can Never Say Goodbye

This poem was written out of gratitude for the spiritually gifted entertainer, lyricist and humanitarian, Michael Jackson. His musical genius attempted to bridge so many boundaries that separate mankind. I am forever thankful for all he has done in the world. His aim for peace and unity will reverberate through the century. His beautiful voice and presence will live within us all, forever. Michael Jackson, R.I.P. 1958 - 2009
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From this life I have passed There is no need to be sad I am not the first and I will not be the last.
Today you may mourn as I sleep You may cry and even weep From the bondage of this world, I am free.
Know that I have lived my whole life Through my friends, I will survive Because of you, in truth, I will never die.
You are filled with great sorrow Forgotten moments now follow A brighter day awaits you all, tomorrow.
We may say, farewell to yesterday But, in your eyes, I can never say goodbye Let go of me, without asking why.
You may be hurting now As much as your heart will allow Know that all things must change; somehow.
I know that you still really care Of remembered times we use to share In your heart, I am always there. I have done all I think is right My days have no more nights I have crossed into the eternal light.
And, although I am gone You will never be alone Cause together... we are forever and ever...
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About the Author
Adonis Alexander is author of this article on Michael Jackson. Find more information about Spiritual Loss here.