Through Time: To the sage. Everyday is a revelation, everyday is a path towards fulfillment, everyday is poetry

by FESTUS ARINZE ALIBA

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THROUGH TIME, is an anthology of poems. A compact of two anthologies (a) Hidden through time (b) Drops through time, in one book. The poem honours the intrinsic nature of man, extrinsic nature of the world and the challenges of time to making man live out above the norms of life – There is no under-judgment about the fact that births of transparent green tangibles are consequences of conception and only the green coating of a mind knows the white substance that feeds the soul of man to make progenies. In it, nature is ceased to function and we all are glad. FESTUS ARINZE ALIBA, in this book exposes the need for man to have softer air to breathe from, and giving awareness about the hopeful green to achieve. Thus the book aims at making man moist and wet in Love and Life to cause him to be evaporative enough to cause rain in seasons and to make other men of substance have spherical increment on radius.

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ISBN-13:	9781477225462
Publisher:	AuthorHouse
Publication date:	06/26/2012
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	148
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Through Time

To the sage. Everyday is a revelation, everyday is a path towards fulfillment, everyday is poetry

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By FESTUS ARINZE ALIBA

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2012 Festus Arinze Aliba
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4772-2548-6

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Chapter One

    Offspring of time


    The ship carrying the planets is on continuous motion,
    Her properties are on constant change,
    Earth a part in her, has for ages been a Mother,
    On constant revolution she treads and toils,
    An ageful worker on a constant labor.

    The earth, your heritage, your home, your cemetery,
    Revolves on orbit for evolution,
    Revolves on orbit for recycling of plants and animals,
    Human is plant, plant is animal,
    Mortals on constant journey to immortal embrace,
    Generation to generation shall be different appearance of earth,
    All with time on immortal embrace.

    Dear tomorrow's babe, O lass, O Mother;
    The ship did not tell your fathers her full name,
    Neither her daughter Earth tell why,
    She is on revolution course,
    The former things became the latter,
    The latter things became the former,
    Your ancestors' only knowledge about the earth.
    Struggling to living, tilling to harvesting,
    The history of your fathers.

    Dear offspring of time,
    Many summer awaits you, utilize it.
    Put your eyes upon the sun for your photosynthesis,
    Put your eyes upon the star when the moon is up—
    For your direction.
    Put your heads up.
    This clenches the bargain,
    Sails you out of the bay,
    Welcomes you to the arm of glory,
    Out from the sailing ship,
    Passport to bliss.

    Dear tomorrow's sages,
    Global rule, societal tradition and market,
    Shall sway—They obey change.
    Trust shall decline,
    Church and moral shall require wisdom,
    Get wisdom. And only from her source.
    Be a sage.
    Sacrifices and efforts shall remember yesterday,
    Change lurks in eye-wink,
    Nothing ends.
    You shall someday become yesterday.


    Love

    I am a friend because of my outstanding qualities,
    I share birth date with your first parents,
    Only because the heart of man is my abode.
    I can also be found restless in nature,
    Because I am constantly looking out for your hearts.
    Remember you are nature living in nature.
    Here, I am a commandment.
    Be of me.
    But keep in mind;
    That because of my reputation,
    I discipline my friends,
    'Like an eagle that stirs up its nest and hovers over its
    young,
    That spreads its wings to catch them and carries them on
    its pinion'
    I discipline to make you confident in yourself.
    Be of me.
    I love everyone with equal love as me,
    I will take the lead to your goal accomplishment,
    Only because you are saying 'I must'
    My name is Love.
    I am your commandment.


    City of Hills

    City of Hills.
    The climbing hills. The earth, in the planet.
    Hills, tall hills, taller hills.
    At spur resides pilgrims haven,
    At vale turmoil of gravity bound.

    City of Hills,
    Earth where lies humans trend.
    The ascending,
    Through climbing of layers upon layers,
    The expending, through years of puzzling,
    Of the actions of the body, mind and brain.

    Of experience of the adults, renascent about nature.
    Of experience of the children nascent about nature.
    Of animals, of their activities among woods of the hills.
    Of plants, about their neighbors and friends.

    City of Hills,
    Of humans journey through the wet woods and
    vegetations;
    Tall trees bearing green fruits.
    Small trees bearing green foods,
    Of the wafting green leaves with wishful flowers.

    City of Hills,
    Of humans journey through dry woods and rocks;
    Scanty short trees with slim bearing,
    Scanty harvest of corn.
    Stunted plants with shallow roots.

    City of Hills,
    The climbing hills,
    A must-climb for all earth pilgrims,
    The climbing, the central tenet of pilgrims tradition.
    Climbing and descending,
    Climbing and descending,
    Of tall and taller hills of what seem to meet the horizon.

    City of Hills! City of Hills! City of Hills!
    Where lies the ancestors strength.
    Buried on different locations after several climbing,
    None who has ever succeeded to the glory of that
      'Last Hill' returned with the testimony.


    To be born and to be dead

    Out from other spherical realms.
    Through nine months warmth of mother's womb,
    Of formation;
    The unconscious stages of memory loss,
    Diploid zygote to ball of cells to foetus to babe,
    Memory loss. Null and void.

    Born bare to planet earth,
    Crying. The Sign of a strange World,
    Born bare to planet earth,
    Born bare to earth's south vale,
    Spherical earth on revolution course,
    Still, veiled nature.
    Memory loss—Null and void.
    Unrevealed, the pearled pilgrims value.

    To be born and to be alive.
    At age one, he is nature struck. He is dumb and numb,
    At age three, he is destiny struck. He is aware,
    At age eight, he is passive to both desire and life songs,
    At age sixteen, he is active to 70:25:5 of earth's songs

    To be alive and to be dead.
    Of earth's songs; the bully parties
      the pity parties.
      the rescuer parties
    Songs of desire, songs of freedom. Songs of life.
    Songs of desire. An intrinsic part of human's nature.
    The preoccupation of the child's mind,
    For delinquent aspiration,
    Songs of desire, songs of desire, songs of desire,
    Occupying the empty memory set.
    Songs. Buds, from the trodden,
    Through the un-trodden to be unfolded,
    Winds of hate and love,
    Winds set from alpha shores, to man on the Omega shores,

    Breeze around.
    The warmth of the sun. The cool of the moon.
    Set his ups and downs,
    Man on athletic feet in the field for sports of nature.

    The rotary earth on constant motion,
    Time and man on sporting field,
    And through the thrice of human's life stages,
    And out of spent acquired knowledge and the dreams,
    The wheels of man whirling,
    Through pot holes, grasses and waves within the field.
    Yet, time is on the forever run,
    But man on the field meets with the North's spur edge.
    To be born. To be alive or to be dead.
    Into another realm.


    A child's crone and birth

    Our birth is but a purpose and a repetition,
    Our birth is but a purpose and a repetition,
      A celebration or a shouting,
      A consultation or a crying,
    A life is given to sorrow or to happiness,
    To profane tomorrow or to make gladness,
    That regretful pain of agony,
    That interesting joy of harmony,
    To the child he must unwound through timery counts,
    And providence about his flowery amounts.

      O discouragement! That confronts his straddle,
      A force whose heave courses him deflection,
      That whose current withstands his paddle,
      Keeping him pale on reflection

    Born into fate and through nature he lives through,
    And by the tall grace of providence he gears on,
    His delight and passion can only see him through,
    And chants of worship and songs of praise exult his horn,
    Yet whips and frustrations to teach him care and grove,
    Yet lost and shattered to find him knowledge in little things,
    Yet tears and distractions to make him wander and rove,
    Now thankful and careful to make him see great things,
    Yet troubled and anxious to find him understanding about life,
    And in self praise about his wisdom het gets strife.

      O heaps of passion! Full herein his soul's guest,
      Seeking satisfaction of thy green freight,
      Accustomed still in him a persistent guest,
      A heaping of pains or joys upon his weight.

    But for those obstinate wants he delights,
    To bring him fun and sun so bright,
    To cause a weak flower gives shine at noon,
    And in transient of heat breaks the child's cocoon,

    Revealing right and wrong before his sight,
    To praise him great in light,
    And bring him nervousness after bump,
    To make him see fears from dump,
      Lest his head prides and tall,
      And his mouth proud and fall.
    Yet grace of strength in what stands his passion,
    In it his desire meets compassion,
    And in prime commitment of diligency,
    To live through the fruits of his solvency.

      O discernment! That be quite him wisdom,
      Filling him waters of inspiration after tussle,
      And walk him through to freedom,
      Building him muscle.


    The unseen aliens

    Cast by assembly into waters' vale,
    Floating out on web out from the bale,
    Landing as female amidst male,
    Landing as male amidst female,
    On air as kites releasing pines from the tail
    Man is pale. Man is stale.

    Beauty and manner are their seductive bait,
    Through hook and line their big catch is laid in state,
    The feast is ready and made straight.
    Aliens about their normal gait through the open gate,
    Flying, walking and sailing in every moment to arrogate.

    In summer, they make chill,
    In winter, they make thrill,
    In fall and spring, they make no shrill,
    Yet, man's belly never gets fill,
    It is paradox! The service is just a frill.

    Man, sheltered in divine grace for a long age,
    His fall and their torrent and ever image,
    His deaths never reckoned an amounted gauge,
    He has garlands. He has wreaths in each stage
    Attention: O man, be a sage.

      Man's insatiable lucre ride high after an invasion
      Lust and greed, drugs and alcohol and sex
      Within the mind windows.
      Although, his eyes have access to the keys,
      He may be a sage or a fool.
      Lust and greed, drugs and alcohol, and sex

    Lust and greed;
    Seeing never satisfied and filling never full,
    A reoccurring disease,
    The insatiable.

    Sown into the mind of man,
    On a fertile ground giving the quickest harvest,
    Spreading in the light and in the dark,
    T o hence, a man's mortality is suspicious,
    And variance crowns his character.

    Lust and greed, singing us desirous,
    In ravishment, we go searching,
    In market, we go buying,
    In account, we go cheating,
    In life, our mortality ever seeks,
    Gluttonous.
    Seeing never satisfied and filling never full,
    The insatiable.

    Drugs and alcohol;
    Ignited and oxidized, water makes no quench.
    Bid by bid make us drench.
    We become bold and brave, yet we live in blench.
    We never care about the complementing stench.

    It was a practice of stealth,
    The consequence is on wealth,
    The price is wealth,

    The mouth, nose and skin commit this treason,
    They need to be in prison,
    Tried and jailed for a season,
    For this grievous crime is done without a reason.

    This needles injection, that is weighing down our marrow,
    We grow thinner and bones become narrow,
    Contaminated blood through acts to borrow,
    Stale condition that surrounds us to sorrow,
    Messed relegation that continues till the morrow,
    Dirge hymn lurks with a piercing arrow.

    Sex;
    Galaxy of Eves on North, South, East, West of Earth's
    quadrants,
    Of svelte and chubby patterns,
    Attractive and beautiful.
    Swaggering with stylish gait on networks,
    With tongues aromatic, ringing signals.
    Adams are sent to their native moments.
    Surreptitious!
    She, He on impressionable moment about the ravishing song.

      Chill, Drill; Drill, shrill; Chill, Trill.

    Galaxy of Adams on North, South, East, West of Earth's
    quadrants
    Of noble and distinct pattern,
    Brilliant and handsome.
    Swaggering with stylish gait on networks,
    With tongues aromatic, ringing signals,
    Eves are sent to their native moment.
    Surreptitious!
    He, she on impressionable moment about the ravishing song.

      Chill, Drill; Drill, Shrill; Chill, Trill

    Unseen aliens;
    Cast by assembly into waters' vale,
    And floating out on web out from the bale,
    Into sailing, walking and flying,
    Utilizing every moment to arrogate.
    Lust and greed, drugs and alcohol and sex,
    Man is pale. Man is stale.


    Only one life

    Only one life, once spent once gone,
    Only one life, once spent once gone.
    Indulgence and fun, our vain feed.
    Sorrow and tear our visiting friend.
    Giver of life.

    Why hast thou made our most precious one?
    Only with a second life would man be satisfied.
    Yet, only one life!
    Living is mortal. Death is immortal,
    Yesterday is our sin,
    Today is our repentance,
    Tomorrow is our destiny,
    Yet, only one life, once spent ever gone!


    Coward of the time

    Coward of the time. Wasteful,
    The loving day and the mounted sun. Wasteful,
    The adoring night and the mounted moon. Wasteful,
    The seasons and the years and the time. Wasteful.

    Earth of chaste love, welcomes every coward with
    tolerance
    She homes the wealthy, the average, and the poor,
    The hands of the cowards hang idly over time,
    The same hands eat our bread and drink our wine,
    The average, an enemy called idler. The coward of the time.

    The wealthy and the poor are the bravest of the earth.
    The poor, the average, the wealthy;
    The morning, the noon, the evening,
    The noon at constant heat, an expression of the sun,
    Shadow of trees, the hides of the average.

    The average is a fun-lover, an aimless roamer, a false
    Identity, a religious human and a no contributor
    He parody on pretence without an actual memoir,
    He lives in excuses and casting of aspersions.
    O Coward;
    You always expend the resources of the poor and wealthy,
    Always desirous and wishing,
    Framed in fantasy, but always in constant actuality,
    A lazy man.
    Always in satisfaction with less efficiency,
    A friend of the time.
    O coward of the time—All a passerby pilgrim.


    Lonesome worker

    Lonesome worker. Unyielding
    The man tilling lonely in a lonely field. Unyielding
    The man tiling lonely in a busy field. Unyielding.
    The reap of scanty corn and seedling in December.

    Ahh! Mystic harvest. Un-wholly yield,
    In the morning, noon, evening. Working
    Exhausting and expending,
    His understanding about seriousness,
    His ways about commitment.
    Lonesomeness.

    O Lonesome worker!
    What has co-operation done thee?
    What wrong has shared interest done thee?
    Do you forbid team work?
    Stinginess and selfishness are an offence against work,
    What do you rely on?
    Where do you belong?
    In comparison, how much has your effort yielded?

    Shyness and shame have kept you in isolation,
    Like a fool, sharing with the fun of failure,
    Flooding your stream with mistakes,
    At the end, applauding self with a contentment nod,
    (I tried)
    In accordance to a coward

    O lonesome worker!
    Isolation is a failure,
    Shyness and shame are a disease,
    Stinginess and selfishness are a curse,
    Thou slumber,
    Wake. Everyday is a fertile field
    Everyday is December.
    For openness is co-operation, learning is togetherness
    Success is emulation and speed is a team work
    Emmh.
    Lonesome worker a way of the coward.


    Procrastination

    Procrastination, our everyday's companion still.
    It is the hour of stars, of night that dream dreams,
    Our constant postponement,
    The offer by providence freewill
    Has made our temperament an either choice,
    To be free or remain under her tenacious grip,
    You speak to us like a friend. Wretch!
    Do you ever ask yourself,
    How much your friends have benefited from you,
    O friend. Why have you not left us through death?
    At your conception,
    How did you escape miscarriage?
    Friend, always offering us tomorrow,
    And tomorrow is always a day away.

    Your father Fear, has his maternity trait from the line
      Of Deception and His grand children Lateness
      and Failure find breath from you.
    Your mother Unseriousness has her paternity trait
      from the line of Carelessness.
    What could be profiting between the marriage of your
    parents?

    The offspring of their loins becomes you. A Dissuasion.
    Dissuasion is the only profit from your friendship.


    Buried Treasure

    Buried Treasure:
    The end of the blind and the deaf.
    Seasons to seasons make generation of us,
    Through time, we paint pictures of our future
    And as the sun comes down to her bed, He gives way
    For the moon and stars,
    And as the moon and stars come down to their bed,
    They give way for the sun.
    On continuous procession they out spread light,
    Through time we paint pictures of our future,
    Yet, in spite of the light,
    Great number of us get dimmed.
    We end up exploring the cemetery with zest.
    Fattening earth's micro-organisms with our best,
    Buried treasure,
    The end of the blind and the deaf,
    Fertilizing the land with talents after death. Humus

    These laughed those who dream dreams.
    These procrastinated with their dreams.
    These were successful cowards of the time.
    Ending up in mistake with just an only one life.
    Dreams made dust and
    Reveries trampled under feet by immortal gods,
    Restless deities,
    They make party with the talents,
    Laying the empty bodies into the high profundities of sleep.


    Between Mortals and Immortals
    To the living

    Between mortals and immortals. A thrilling experience.
    Nights of darkness that strengthen the abode-less immortals,
    Jostling through the wind for mortal's destiny.

    Days of light that strengthen the abode mortals.
    Hopping around the green field for fun,
    Through the day and of right to purchase pearls.

    Mortals. The living
    Immortals. The gods
    The cunning ways of the gods.
      They envy mortals of the breath,
      They envy mortals of flesh,
    They offer mortals cordial at alpha,
    But jinx at Omega.

    The preying eyes of the gods-god.
    He sees mortal's future,
    And envies their dinner,
    The distribution of gods among mortals.
    The haunting.

    Mortals too busy with tales of desire,
    Olfactory cells too weak to smell the wind,
    The omens of their future allowed in the hands
      Of fate alone to steer.


    The sailing ship
      To the children

    Sail O ship sail.
    Would you ever come to halt?
    You are ever sailing,
    Ship carrying all the planet,
    Ship making babes, babes becoming parents,
    Parents becoming ancestors.
    Yet still sailing
    You sail through the streams, and through the rivers,
    You sail through the seas and through the oceans,
    Increasing in size, and ever sailing
    Generation in and generation out in spite of the wave,
    You have never encountered an abrupt edge
    We are born in you, we have died in you,
    And we are dying in you,
    Yet all your sailors and captains are strangers about you,
    No man have come to know your destination.
    Do you have a port?
    Do you ever halt in a destination?
    The sailing ship, the world ever aloft her sails.

(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

PROLOGUE....................1
Dedicated to....................5
General Introduction....................7
Introduction....................9
Offspring of time....................11
Love....................13
City of Hills....................14
To be born and to be dead....................16
A child's crone and birth....................18
The unseen aliens....................20
Only one life....................23
Coward of the time....................24
Lonesome worker....................25
Procrastination....................27
Buried Treasure....................28
Between Mortals and Immortals....................29
The sailing ship....................30
Leaves of Weeds....................31
Earth Cry....................32
What my eyes see....................34
Nancy....................35
Arinze'dike: Genius Tale....................37
Cunning Reap....................39
Lost Virginity....................41
Beautiful Shkr....................43
In his expectations: Insatiable....................46
Flying flakes never gather....................54
Through miles....................57
Conclusion....................61
Acknowledgement....................63
Dedicated to....................67
Introduction....................69
Easter Tribute....................71
Comrades of Jesus....................75
The word....................76
Song of Christ....................77
The Church, our ways and our God....................78
Christians' Song....................87
The Dancing Moon....................88
The North Island....................89
Dust of Breath....................90
Man's Quest....................91
Obedience an un-achiever....................92
Breathing Lives....................93
Red Memory....................94
Still the music....................95
Yesterday is completely wiped out....................96
Seed of Seeds....................97
War of the Titans (1)....................98
War of the titans (2)....................100
The Crown....................101
Holy Spirit: Thou art Christ....................103
Holy Spirit: Thou art in Christ....................106
Talking leaves....................108
Appreciation: A Song....................110
It lives on: A Song....................111
It's time to be young: A Song....................112
Song of my Encounter....................114
Let Him be the man: A song....................116
Repentance: A Song....................117
Found me....................119
Vanity: A song....................121
O heavens: A song....................123
Get Buried, Get rot, Become new: A song....................124
Let Him sing: A Song....................125
Save the icons....................126
Conclusion....................129
AXIOMS....................131
EPILOGUE....................135