Get Free & Stay There – Poem

put on some music


There are fervent desires hunting for each soul

Don’t let them imprison you. Learn to let things go


When it hurts to not have what you think you need

Release and defy it – let your mind “stay freed”


Learn to wait and believe – learn to let it go

Find a happy medium. Take your time to grow

In the meantime,


Relax… Hear the silence and dance…

Life need not be this complicated, and you only live once


Free yourself… Don’t be hasty. Get grateful today

When the time is right things will come your way.


The Perfects Tale – Poem

Mr and Mrs Perfect

Mr & Mrs Perfect sat on a Tree


They kept looking down from the highest branch

“Let’s gossip a little while we’re having lunch”


“We’ve got a great view and so much spare time

It’s free entertainment – we won’t spend a dime!”

They looked down upon peeps – never looked within…

Birds pooped on their heads. The Sun burnt their skin


“Oh, we look so noble. Oh, we have no flaws…

Let’s leap to conclusions. Let’s sharpen our claws

Let’s pay them no mind. No! We know it all!

Let us fix their problems whether big or small…”


Seemingly quiet, reserved, even shy…

They don’t confront issues and never ask why

Yet, they judge, speculate, imagine, assume…

They’re the last to commend & the first to foredoom


They have an opinion about everything

They’re so out of touch… like yang without yin

Their faults may be quieter, but equally wrong

Their talks sound so strange like ding without dong


As they’ve sat there for days filled with evil thoughts

Their hair-dos got messy. Their dreams turned to naughts

Their skin started peeling off from way too much Sun

What they needed to do has been left undone…


A wild swirl of wind drove dust to their eyes

Their aura attracted a large swarm of flies

Finally, they resolved to come down from on high…

Now, they’re here undercover – next to you and I


undercover giphy.


And that is the Perfects’ tale. Yes, this tale is true.

Let’s end with a riddle – I’ll give you a clue…

Do you know a Perfect? Yes? I know one too.

Am I one of them? Or could it be you? 😉


Mirage, Marriage, Memoir – Poem

He looked good and had a lot
So, she entered the mirage
Only, she had failed to notice
Ugliness & lack, inside

Their mirage turned to a marriage
From hell – especially for her…
Technically, it was not a marriage
She was not the only girl

Damn! Had she known before
Man! Had she shut that door
Now, things are not as they were
And there’s another… inside of her

They remain together
Every day is deader
Well, at least for her
He just doesn’t care

She is black & blue,
Although born to the white race,
With red cigarette marks
All over her face…

‘She’s such a good girl’, they say
‘How?! She doesn’t smoke’, they ask
They don’t want to dig too deep,
She feels safe behind her mask…

Many years ago,
Mum & dad (without a dime)
Saw their ‘once upon a time’…

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Very quickly, in one voice,
They approved her choice
They knew she would share the good life
‘Yes, our girl’s a rich man’s wife!’

Only now,
There’s too much drama
For daddy and mama…
They feel like she failed
Because money’s still scarce
They do get their share, but
they spend & they spend…

She is all alone, except…
There is Another inside of her

She is finally getting there
Tired of sweet little lies
Turned to big & bitter crimes
She is bound & very tired,
But she can pretend no more
Keeps on choking on his waves,
But she’s swimming to the shore

There’s a miracle there, for her
Husband doesn’t want divorce, but he doesn’t care
Technically, he is not her husband
Coz she’s not the only girl

Now, she knows…
A graveyard may look like a park
Until you see its grave stones…
Finally, she’s been hurt enough
He’s fractured enough of her bones

Mirage turned to a marriage
Is becoming a memoir…
He will need to find an ashtray
To extinguish his cigar.

Taken from my new book “Poems about Love & Fear”


Poems About Love & Fear – Book

Poems about Love & Fear HCMy new book titled: “Poems about Love & Fear” is out! Yay! It is a poetry collection which… oh, hold on… It isn’t for me to tell you what it’s about. I’d like to let the book’s foreword, by Ayọ (Joy Ogunmakin), make this introduction. I could not do it better…

Ayọ is an award-winning singer-songwriter. Her debut album was certified Double-Platinum, Platinum & Gold (respectively) in several European countries. She currently lives in New York and she’s just successfully released her fifth album self-titled “Ayọ”.

“Music can be a weapon or medication…” she said in an interview with Essence Magazine. I feel the same way about poetry… Joy is a beautiful, warm-hearted, strong woman & a world-class songwriter. It is my great privilege to have her introduce “Poems about Love & Fear” to You.

Thank you for reading… 🙂


By Ayọ (Joy Olasunmibo Ogunmakin)

The opposite of love is not hate – it is fear. Fear always tries to get in the way of love. “Poems about Love & Fear” is like a nice breeze on a hot summer day or a warm blanket on a frigid winter night.

I would recommend this book to anyone who has been or is going through turbulence – not only in romantic affairs like marriage for instance, but also in friendships, family connections and others… It is a book for someone who feels challenged by their relationship and can’t find the words to express how they feel. You will discover your own truth in the emotions of these poems. Your truth may be different than mine, but I believe you will find yourself in them.

This book is powerful, yet it is simple. You might appreciate it even if you’re not a huge fan of poetry since it tends to be complicated. When I started reading “Poems about Love & Fear” I wanted to read the whole book. This is significant because I often start a book, but then leave it unfinished if it’s unable to hold my attention. Structurally, this book is just the right length and its stories flow nicely.

I don’t enjoy having to play Sherlock Holmes trying to read between the lines all the time. I want to hear God speak to me between the lines. The author of this poetry collection is connected. She is on the right search, asks the right questions and doesn’t look for things that don’t need to be found.

These stories are therapeutic because they are written from the right place. The book takes you back to the Power of God. It reminds you that you can move mountains if you only believe.’


Update 08/03/18 – The book will be temporarily unavailable


[1] Foreword transcribed & edited by Monika Ribeiro

Excuses for Loving You – Poem

Colourful I love You Pic


I love you because when I told you to go

You said you would not and you didn’t budge

You are dark & sweet. You’re my favourite thing

Way ahead of chocolate – even chocolate fudge!


I love when you look at me like a little boy

Who’s just been presented with his favorite toy

Stimulating my soul in untainted liberation 😊

I like how you do it. Mmm, such a sweet sensation.


Many times, I wondered if our love was right

When our days were nights, and we saw no light…

Yet, after each storm He’s taken us through

I remember how much I love the essence of you.


They thought I loved you because I loved drama,

And I had become what they call a baby mama.


Some thought it was purely awe-inspiring sex

And I’d dread my future if you were my ex

…Looking at another girl like a little boy

Who’s just been presented with his favorite toy

Sad Face Dried Flowers

There may be a grain of truth 

In all the above…,

But those aren’t the main excuses 

For You being the One I love…


The main reason why I hope to love you forever

Is bullheaded trust that God joined us together.

Even when I feel like we’re going under –

I believe we have no right to put us asunder.

My Life’s Long Enough – Poem

time-man trapped

When my time comes (to die)

I want to die with a smile

I want to die young (at heart)

As late in life as I can


Throughout my days on this Earth

I want to share life & give

I want to live my life fully

And like I know why I live


I want the people to say

That I was honest & fair

& that I loved from His heart

& that my life’s truly art


When you say, ‘life is too short’

It just becomes my pet peeve

And when I hear you repeat it

My peace & joy seem to leave


To me, it’s like hearing this:

Most High does not have a clue

He gives us big jobs to do

And yet, His days are too few


Not me! My life is enough

To do what I’m made to do

It’s in the setting of goals, in love

And then, in following through


Oh Yes, I have to agree

Life’s surely too short to fight

Too short to hold on to grudges,

Or to be dead while alive…


Yet still, your words have the power

Power to add or abort

And by repeating this phrase so much

You might be cutting yours short


I’d like to lock this advice

Within your heart & your mind,

But I’ve no PIN access code

Just PIN this life-giving quote

Stop fearing death (poem)


Everybody dies someday

“How?” is the question, not “When?”

To Live Well & to Die Well

Should be the goal here. Amen.

Happy New Year!!!


Peace, Love & Poetry – Merry Christmas…

I’ve been relaxing with family ☺️ (in between dramas 😠) while preparing for Christmas which, in Poland, starts tomorrow with a rather fancy dinner called “Wigilia”. We’ve just celebrated my grandma’s 80th birthday & I’m so grateful for being able to share these  special moments with the people I love. I hope you are surrounded by warmth, kindness and loved ones in this wonderful season & that it truly is a jolly season for you.

Reflection time:

In the beginning, I thought I’d start a blog to share & to inspire others, but truly… I’ve been so inspired, challenged and enlightened by your words! I really feel like reading your expressions enriched not only my blogging experience, but my world altogether. Thank you for your labor of love and for your support of mine. 

On that note, this is the season of giving & I don’t want to miss out on an opportunity to give you a little Christmas gift!  With no further ado, I want to encourage you to get your free e-copy of my book “Do Lend Me Your Ears.

Alternatively, if you prefer to be the giver 🙂 click right here to see how you can support a worthy cause with my book.

I’ve got to run as I still have a few more gifts to get before Wigilia. Yet, once again, thank You so much for being here and for sharing your precious thoughts & time with me.

Stay inspired & inspiring,

Merry Christmas ♥♥♥


There She Goes Away – Poem

doubt, fear


Here she comes again…


And she takes my peace away

Then, she steals my energy

She says it’s too late for my life to change!


Here she comes again…

And I run, so much faster than I should,

Or freeze disabled by ‘I wish I could’

Unable to hear – unable to see…


Here she comes again…


She is the cunning first cousin of fear

She’s so slick. Oh yes, she is & her goal is clear

She wants to destroy my faith

When my victory’s near


So I doubt…


Still I know

If I follow her advice

I… will pay the price


If it’s right it is Him

If it’s not it is me

If it’s done it is we…


So, I shout:


Father! This is the first time when it really counts!

I don’t want to make mistakes

I am so scared I could fail!

Suddenly, I realize…

Whatever He’s promised before

He has always done…


So I pray…


I know He remembers me. I know my Redeemer lives!


There’s no time to rush

There’s no time to wait

There’s no time to lie to myself

No time to complain


Hence, I say:


It will be okay, again. I know who I am!

These words paint my future


There she goes away…