An opportunity of a lifetime …
Is only the opportunity of the lifetime
If it is identified and recognized as such,
Embraced and diligently pursued, and
Extracted of the fullest potential it heralds
To one’s benefit and best advantage.
YemilBenjoy Copyright October 2012
Failure to utilize time in advancement of life
Particularly one’s life, is an absolute tragedy
Of measurable and immeasurable dimensions.
YemilBenjoy Copyright October 2012
Amazing was the thought
That ’twas the moon seen that morn.
All gaze directed towards the sky,
Conviction seeking that it was the sun.
Forsooth, ’twas but indeed the moon
Up yonder in the sky clear blue.
As it lingered in the morning sky
Its presence a message of hope brought,
That boons of certain do appear, if only
We with heedful measure discern their essence
When of sudden they present in full view.
For although, the night sky its domain be,
Yet it was there, brilliant in the daylight
And oh, what a wondrous sight…
Indeed a blessing, and not in disguise
Tolling aloud, a message of pleasant assurance
That e’en if life’s pattern unchanging appear
Often a reminder comes along to boldly declare
That the exceptional in nature also doth transpire
…Thus the moon by day.
YemilBenjoy Copyright 1989.
Love thyself unconditionally,
For, from thence followeth the
Courage, character and confidence
Required to journey onward steadfastly
And in virtuous measure through
Life’s undulating courses and adventure.
YemilBenjoy Copyright August 2012.
Filed under Life
Echoed voices of the past,
Shouts aloud of the present.
Screams piercing the morrows
And ringing shrills of the futurities.
The babies’ cries, the children’s whines.
Lovers’ treasured soft spoken words.
Choirs rendition of harmony sweet
And actors’ portrayal truly surreal.
Pious sermon roaring from pulpit high.
Tutors’ loud reprimand to admonition’s delight.
Great scholars at rostrum impressive in speech.
Poets’ melodies within thunderous ovation grand.
Soothsayers repeated intonations, and
Alas the mourners high pitched wails, are
But forms of utterances vibrating as sound
Which begin … as whispers of the mind.
Yemil Benjoy Copyright 1995
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While traversing through life’s maze
As plans are made for its undulating course,
Lest not in resolute search for the perfect
Fail to consider the trails of the unexpected.
For perfection appeareth as the real illusion.
Whilst the unexpected presents routinely
With regularity, as life’s punctuation marks,
Thereby transforming their very essence,
And perhaps mystifying the spirit refusing
To accept, the reality of their persistence.
Therefore, also prepare ardently for possibilities
As the journey continues mostly unscripted.
Letting not the desire for that fading mirage
Ruin the toil of the plan, nor deter completely
From the full measure of the accomplished,
E’en if the somewhat unanticipated does appear.
For where lieth the victory in the quest …
If perfection in truth was not but an aspiration
As it ought to be, to motivate and to inspire
The spirit to transcend the continuum of change.
YemilBenjoy Copyright 2012
Filed under Life
Be age time or time age.
Pray thee answer me.
Forsooth, bother me not.
Be time age or age time…
Now pray thee, I knoweth not.
For the collection of time comprises of age
And endless ages make up time.
So which be which.
Be age older than time
Or time more aged than age.
Forsooth, constrain me not
For contained in life are aged ages,
And within life are ancient times.
But alas, for mortals all things shall certainly
Pass away, be it age, time or life itself.
So why ponder in vain venture,
Or in unending perplexity wonder still,
Whether, age be time, or time be age.
Forsooth, worry me no more.
Let us presently within this life, live assiduously,
Faithfully embracing our gift of age and time
Before all things here surely ebb away.
YemilBenjoy Copyright 1995.
For everything there is a purpose …
Sometimes certain things occur,
Perhaps of sudden, perhaps of not.
And are accompanied by such untold grief
That repeated contemplation deep
Offers no answers sought.
Then the grief assumes unrelenting form,
Whilst life continues without stopping a pause
To cradle the desperate mind in its despair.
Yet for that tear, a smile shall linger still…
Even though never-ending the bleakness appears,
Seek solace amidst the comforting assurance
That faith will find its way to reappear,
And when quantified, will surely multiply relief.
For the Lord who knoweth the scope of all things
Shall forever embrace thee in his grace
Surround you at all times with his love
And assuredly … will by his mighty hand ease the pain.
Yemsodu 1995 ©
Why?
Alas, amid the multitude of evolving scenes
And through the sum and schemes of life
None can make proud boast of this …
The ever perfect balance, between all forces
In constant tranquility of absolute concordance.
An all elusive mirage indeed.
For in life’s journey,
Of certain, there is no perfect script …
Thus, be not deceived to seek that fallacy.
Rather enhanced by faith, embrace real possibilities,
Explore life in full measure and with utmost integrity.
Above all, steady premium attach to private peace
For that can transcend the cascades of emotions
And transform the valleys of darkest despair,
While fortifying the soul, with courage from within
To find comfort in acceptable personal equilibrum
Sufficient to satisfy and propel the mind diligently onward.
Enduring peace I bid to you my friend …
Yemsodu Copyright 2012
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