Hair Woven, pressed, rolled, washed, curled, cut, shaved, combed, dyed, dried, tied, fried, palmated, braided, wired, piled, styled, tamed, rinsed, renewed, wind blown, flipped, up, back, under, clipped, unruly, wiry, teased, twisted, red, blond, gray, auburn, brown, chestnut, silver, ginger, … Continue reading Two Poems from Ann Privateer
GOD SEEMS DISTANT Humans are close But cannot understand and this place of a leader I want no more. The price is too steep, the depths too wide God seems distant, my pain is all I hear. BIO: Abasiama Udom … Continue reading GOD SEEMS DISTANT by Abasiama Udom
Happy Birthday I think you’re wonderful Happy birthday to you You are my sunshine Happy birthday I’ll row your boat If you row mine Happy birthday dear baby I think you’re Devine Happy birthday to you I want you, baby … Continue reading Happy Birthday by Ann Privateer
I WILL I will stand by your door I will knock till you open I will call out your name even in eternity’s yawn my legs hurt, my fingers bloody my voice hoarse Yet I will stay, Arms wide open … Continue reading I WILL by Abasiama Udom
In the Morning When sun shines in And flaws take shape Because mother said You must be perfect Even if the man in bed Isn’t, I’m wed to someone I don’t know who owns Summers of snow No flowers, no … Continue reading In the Morning by Ann Privateer
MAD OR IN LOVE I still pray amidst my pain To a God I am not sure hears either I am mad or in love yet I choose the later loving, trusting desperately this God in whose word I find … Continue reading MAD OR IN LOVE by Abasiama Udom
An Antenna Sits on my windowsill Two long silver fingers As thin as fishing poles Like a V for victory Pointing to heaven Captures the signal From networks in the ether Connecting me To comedy, sometimes Or news of the … Continue reading An Antenna by Ann Privateer
Why metamorphose like the world When you can be like the Word? For many are ignorantly deceived By the appealing of the world Thinking they’re admirable in the world But, their worthlessness lie in a bed of roses And by … Continue reading Becoming Like Christ by Gabriel Oluwatomiwa Eniola
SUNLESS DAYS Our hopes have flownAnd our dreams drownedIn the shattered streamsOf anxiety and perplexityShadowed by dreariness. Die not the smearing sunFor thy creatures need it.Die not the scorching sunFor the whole world weepsFor the coldness of the dawn. Our … Continue reading Three poems from Kwaghkule Jacob | Poetry | Heal The World Issue #12 | PAROUSIA Magazine
COME ALL YE To the ones whose eyes have seen gory daysAnd those whose hope went up in flamesThere’s a panacea to every hurt, every painCome all ye, let this name be your shade.To the ones who’ve had their backs … Continue reading Four Poems from Emmanuel Momoh | Heal The World Issue #12 | PAROUSIA Magazine
We are inviting all our contributors and readers in Nigeria to participate in our maiden Parousia Easter Poetry Contest. Theme: From the Cross to the Throne Guidelines: Write a poem (It should not be more than 10 lines.) Post the … Continue reading Parousia Easter Poetry Contest 2021 | PAROUSIA Magazine
The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet, Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook. It’s not in anyone’s liquidity portfolio investment bank records, Nor is it contained in … Continue reading Freedom and Liberty: The Price We Pay! by Joseph S. Spence Sr. | Poetry | PAROUSIA Magazine
PAROUSIA Magazine is calling for submissions for it 12th Issue to be published by September 2020 The theme of this forthcoming Issue is HEAL THE WORLD Psalm 147:3 KJV He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their … Continue reading Call for Submissions | Heal the World Issue 12 | Parousia Magazine
Moment I was six and we had company On the wavy August front yard. The sun was setting And stars were like fireflies And as I played in the garden I touched a rose blossom Which was like touching a … Continue reading A Poem from Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
waking at 3:00 AM: peeking through the frozen window i touch the tumultuous privacy of artic chill centering myself in God’s presence i yield to the perfect whole – growing aware of my true identity and although it is frigidly … Continue reading A Poem from Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
Dreaming of Eden Falling asleep softly I watch fresh new leaves On the twigs of trees. An owl is perched on the Bony branch above. The sun sets And whirling waters flow From the crystal clear brook. Lying on the … Continue reading A Poem from Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
