Costly Oma

By Costly Oma . 1. She is 5.7 feet that is, 174 centimetres tall. She's fair in complexion, her complexion takes the colour of the morning sun. She appears smart, strong and healthy. I bet you wish she’s yours. With Dark, thick and pretty hair. 2. In her official uniform, she is breathtakingly captivating. Capable is her smile in cooling every heart in despair. Her stare gives every sense of hope and comfort, A scene that could mean, I’m with you. 3. With that dimple of uncontroversial obviousity, Connecting to that pretty looking birthmark at the left nostril, And that neck forming layers of well-networked rings, Like beautiful made African farm ridges by a professional. 4. She is an image of a well-pleasing sight. An environment of incomprehensive comfort. A place filled with a fountain of knowledge and wisdom. An aboard of incomparable serenity. 5. She is my mother, and I celebrate her always. I hope you catch the picture. Because in this post, there’ll be no pictures. I don’t w...

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By Costly Oma . 1. This is Christmas. The mark of the birth of Christ it is. This is the Mas of the Christ. Not the Mas of anything else.  2. This is not Xmas. There is no X in Christ. And there can be no Mas in X For Christ is Christ.  3. Many years ago, A vision was foretold. Wise men from the east confirmed it. And at his feet, they lay gifts.      4. Divine was his choice of place of birth. In a manger, the lowliest of places. Came he in, to what he owns. And his own received light.  5. This is His birth, Not yours, not mine, not Santa’s. The world, be taught of Christ on His day. Sadly, our kids are more full of Santa’s dream.  6. Santa’s words and phrases, On our lips, seems to get more count, But this day is Jesus the Christ’s. And be taught, our kids must.   7. Celebrate Christ, not Santa. Celebrate what you have. And not be ruined By what’s yet to come. #costlyoma #costlyomablog #costlyo...

By Costly Oma .  Written In 2013.  First Published: Feb. 2014. 1.  An idea was birthed,  And into action, it sprung. Since from Nineteen Seventy-Three, Youths have been shuffled. 2. With a call, we moved A call to serve, our best to render, A call to give, our best to offer. A call to keep one Nigeria 3. Under the sun, we matched. In the rain, no difference. When it’s bright and clear, And otherwise, we answer. 4. A call like no other, Beginning with a journey, Then living three weeks in exclusion, Learning new things in new style. 5. A call so anticipated, Becomes so tiring with time, Then feels it should be extended but boring, Yet memories linger. 6. With the hope of National unity, It was birthed.  I hope that its cause has not been tilted, For sacrifices have been made. 7. NYSC SCHEME, We hope that your aim we achieve, For your call we heard, And your rules we kept. #nyscpoem #nyscschemepoem #scheme #nysc #poems #nationalyouthservice #nationalyouthserviceco...

By Costly Oma . 1. Woke up I this morning,  Finding myself imprisoned. By my own self, in my own head. 2. Greater is no such whip. Like those, your own heart does to you. For there is no reckoning to the extent to which it goes. 3. Greater is no such judgement. Having your own heart soliciting against you. And your heart is the uncompromised judge. 4. Fatal is the judgement. Merciless is the jury. Because condemned are you already. 5. Fastened I am like none other. Willing to, I will not. For shame, attaint, ignominy. 6. Now, can’t tell I I’m sorry, can’t be more sorry, I am Truly, only with sorry, comes heartbreaks. see other collections... #poems #costlyoma #costlyomapoems #discord #discordpoem #costlyoma #costlyomablog #costlyomasblog

By Costly Oma. Written on the 25th January 2012. 1. You brought out all that was deep within me. Things I never knew existed. Even in my wildest imaginations. Flashed at my very before. 2. A thing you feel so strong. Makes you feel you can touch. Stretching, your hands go infinite. Moving along, makes you feel floating. 3. A thing you feel so strong. Make you feel you can see. Then, gets complex it seems. And the less you comprehend. 4. A thing you feel so strong. Like, can really smell it. A smell of no imagination. That sweeps you off your feet. 5. One can only feel feelings. And what is meant to be felt, And they are here. At every end and every part of me. 6. Not from somewhere else. From my very self and, so intense. Tell me. How can I now my feelings deny? 7. Take it; I give to you, all of it. You called them forth. And to you, I return them all. The custodian of it you’d become. #costlyoma #costlyomablog #costlyomasblog #inexpressible #inexpressiblepoem #inexpressiblepoembyc...

By Costly Oma. Written on the 23rd January 2012. 1.  For you, my passions are without measure. With you, I know I’ll find pleasure. In you lay all life’s treasures. Keen my support in all life’s pressure. 2. If we are destined to be together, Make today the first day of our forever. With you, no heights can be greater. Together, we'll show the world we're masters. 3. With you, nothing else matters. Even through life’s blisters, All cannot but glitter. Moments with you are always better. 4. Often, I spend my nights dreaming. And feel myself coming. By you I find meaning. My moments with you I’m spending. 5. With every passing day. In my moments of hay. Like a pot made of clay. You are the makeup of my love tray. Make today the first day of our forever. #poem #thefirstdayofourforever #thefirstday #love #woo  #costlyoma #costlyomablog #costlyomasblog 

By Costly Oma .  LOVE IS FOR THE STRONG ENOUGH TO BE SO WEAK. Are you strong enough to be so weak? Are you strong enough to be vulnerable? Are you rigid enough to be so flexible? Are you close enough to be so open? Are you tight enough to be so loose? Are you principled enough to be so unprincipled? Are you seeing enough to be so blind? Are you selfish enough to be so unselfish? Are you so knowledgeable enough to be so unknowledgeable? Are you very reasonable to be so unreasonable? Are you so right to be so wrong?   This is Love.  The Human Nature Lacks The Capacity To Naturally Love. We want to be strong and not weak. We want to be rigid and not vulnerable. We want to be close and not open. We want to be tight and not loose. We want to keep our principles and not otherwise. We want to always see. We are often selfish. We always claim to know. We always prove ourselves reasonable. We are always so right. How can human nature naturally love? As we want what love does ...

By Costly Oma . 1. What a state of the immature mind? Unstable as the waters it is. Engrossed with high levels of indecision. A child, you can only be. 2. I can’t believe, yet another day with pains. Making me suffer, you are, Pains in relation to accumulated, Unsatisfied vicious desires. 3. Sure, I’m not, that I can. Can ever again crave reliance. Certitude, no matter how incomplete. Even, not with paltry strives of adherence. 4. The definition of you, inexplicable it is. Your mood, like the cloud, transforms. Absolutely unpredictable are you. And unequivocally full of stun.  5. Best defines you is instability, growling from the innermost, To the complete fullness and, and then, to the busting forth. #unstable #poem #instability #undefined #waters #cloud #unpredictable  #costlyoma #costlyomablog #costlyomasblog 

 By Costly Oma . 1. When hopes and dreams makes me smile And the whips of life try to take them away I shall only hope against all odds My dreams, the whips, make strong  2.  When despair comes to steal my joy away I wish only to take a day at a time And there, joy, in glimpse, lingers Oh despair, crushing down hopes   3.  When I’ve lost faith in the promises of life As I feel drowning in the oceans of despair I can only wish my life to stay That maybe, hope, it's way, will have. 4. To make my life count I should. But the weight of emburden worry, And of tasks left yet untouched, Surely, grinding the space away   5. To make my life count I want But seeing, Is the power fleeting Despair oh despair To what extent do I deserve you 6. Oh despair, Oh despair. Yield I should? Or yet will? Thy yoke is heavy and of thorns. And thy weight is continuously depressing. #depression #despair #hopeless #weary #melancholy #misery #sadness #unhappiness #sorrow #woe #gloom #...

 By Ann Taylor . 1. Who fed me from her gentle breast, And hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother.   2. When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweetly hushaby, And rocked me that I should not cry? My Mother.   3. Who sat and watched my infant's head, When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother.   4. When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And wept for fear that I should die? My Mother. 5. Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay, And fondly taught me how to play, And minded all I had to say? My Mother. 6.  Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother.   7. Who taught my infant lips to pray, And love God's holy book and day, And walk in wisdom's pleasant way? My Mother. 8.  And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee, Who was so very kind to me, My Mother. 9. Ah no! the thoug...

By  Ann Taylor . 1.  Who sat and watched my infant's head When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother.   2. When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And wept for fear that I should die? My Mother.   3. Who taught my infant lips to pray And love God’s holy book and day, And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way? My Mother.   4. And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee, Who wast so very kind to me, My Mother.   5. Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear, And if God please my life to spare I hope I shall reward they care, My Mother.   6. When thou art feeble, old and grey, My healthy arm shall be thy stay, And I will soothe thy pains away, My Mother. #mymotherpoem #costlyoma #costlyomablog #costlyomasblog  ##mymotherpoembyanntaylor #anntaylor #mymother #poems #bestpoems  

By Marianne Williamson . Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. See More about the Marianne #ourdeepestfear #mariannewilliamson  #costlyoma #costlyomablog #costlyomasblog

By Marianne Williamson Paraphrased. Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.  More About Marianne Here... There's always room to accommodate what you think in the comment section below. #ourdeepestfear #mariannewilliamson  #costlyoma #costlyomablog #costlyomasblog

 By Costly Oma . From life’s experiences, I’ve come to learn that most of us usually don’t care how we respond to people, especially people we seem to be meeting for the first time. We all know that no one likes to eat with a dirty plate. We all would want to wash our plates and have them clean before we can eat with them, yet some of us people expect us to eat with dirty plates before heading to go get them washed. We all know that we can’t eat our cake and expects to have it back. What happens to the golden rule? I often ask. I know some people would still say who Golden rule help? But the truth is, we shouldn’t treat people like they are trash and expect them not to return the gesture in due time. The way we lay our bed they say is the way we will lie on it. As humans, whether male or female, we all have expectations. The one giving at any point in time expects a willing and appreciative heart from the receiver. The first cut they say it’s the deepest. First impression matters a...

By George Carlin . The Paradox Of Our Time as published here  (often misattributed to George Carlin) The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more but enjoy less   We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgement; more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.   We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.   We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life, we've added years to life not life to years.   We've been all the way to the moon and back, but ha...

 By Costly Oma . A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. "What food might this contain?" the mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said "Mr Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it." The mouse turned to the pig and told him "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The pig sympathized but said "I am so very sorry, Mr Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers." The mouse turned to the cow and said "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The cow said "Wow, Mr Mouse. I'm sorry for...