Title: *LOVE'S SOJOURN*

Title: *AGAPE LOVE* - Animated Art by Rev.Bola

Title: *LOVE'S SOJOURN*

Against the stormy 

gusts of winter’s day

O let me, 

true in love, 

but truly write

And in mine 

own love’s strength

 seem to decay

Yet doth it steal

 sweet hours from

 love’s delight

Toward thee I’ll run, 

And give him 

leave to go

Against this coming

end you should prepare

Receiving naught by

 elements so slow

If Time have any 

wrinkle graven there

If my dear love 

were but the

 child of state

Incapable of more, 

replete with you

Love is my sin and 

thy dear virtue hate

Robbing no old to 

dress his beauty new

So thou through 

windows of thine 

age shall see
this delightful 
and fresh faced 
point of view.

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Poetry by Rev.Bola

[copyright:Feb.2017]

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Title: *Reach the World

Title: *Reach the World*

We can reach the 

Whole world with peace

But in the mean time

It's action lights please.

Tell me how can we 

Continue to live this way?

Peace will reign one day.

I offer peace offerings

While you spill out the hits.

The Right flows down and

May just go off nicely

I tell you that’s peace!

We can reach the 

Whole world with peace

Not acting as garbage 

Or from our disease

So peace can be 

Our key for release

Yes, you may come 

To me in peace

If you're tired of running 

From the thought police.

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Poetry by Rev.Bola

[copyright: Jan 2017]

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Title: *Life Goes On

Title: *Life Goes On*

the functional northerner

welcomes the knight

he said soul-mates were like

two pieces of a puzzle 

with a density of beige

the functional northerner

welcomes the knight

how the pre-rain chill

loves to dance on freckled shakes

greasing the passage 

of their howling rage

the functional northerner 

welcomes the knight

putting quotes around their 

essential birth service

what will turn visible?

can you see it?

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Non-logical Poetry 

by Rev.Bola

[copyright: 23.Sep.2016]

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Title: *The Blue Frock

Title: *THE BLUE FROCK* - Art Animation by Rev.Bola

Title: *The Blue Frock*

Waiting alone in the immaculate-blue frock he had so often praised, with the cries of the frolicking children wafting in from outside, Talulah West, Student Nurse, thought once more of Taylor “sharp nosed” Maknut, the brilliant student who had wanted to make her the centre piece of his academic essay. He was now, according to the gypsy woman, struggling for life in the Amazon Jungle.

Then came a knock at the door, and she rose to face the inevitable. He was here! “Come to me, my angel — my pristine angel!” he breathed, passion igniting his strong features, and as the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness, she wordlessly let her body melt against his own.

[Short Tale by Rev.Bola - c. 23.Sep. 2016]

Title - *Free Breathing

Title - Free Breathing 

Breathing in great need like
A full wave about size.
Where was the sweet color then?
Wondrously, wondrously, gentle.
Yet there's life about the 
rebirths and the rainbows.
When do breezes become locks?
Time, love, and ever time.
Homes breathe and about 
Them love breathes too!
Meaning is a dead lover 
Before transformation and time.

Homes sought cheeks 
Like giddy roses winking.
Smiles felt the rainbow 
Upon the aching love, 
Wondrously but gamely.
Gently, devotedly, cravenly.
To find, we made. 
To seek, we sought.
Stumble wondrously like
A sunny day upon feeling.
Where is the luminous moon, 
That gentle love of now?
God embraces...
Silently.
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Nonsense Poetry by Rev.Bola
[copyright: 20 Sep.2016]
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Title: *SUMMER POETRY - 2016*

Title: *ORANGE SUN* - Visual Prayer Art by Rev.Bola 

Poem 1.

Title: * What Colour is Summer *

The orange sun is found

Silently meeting Faith, 

Through every colour;

Triumphing gently like a 

Vigorous violet season

in bloom.

It winks, just for a while,

As white cloud rapidly

Reveals a blue lover.

It never compels,

The jet black night,

Nor faces it alone,

By uninviting rich shades 

Of colour, and not including 

Gentle tones of white.

For, where is its 

Full range in that?

And what after all, 

Is its true colour?

Divine Presence, 

Presents itself as a

Cool, and calming 

Silver smile;

Fulfilling, full faith

And feeling,

 With its exquisite blending

 Of blacks and whites

Thus,

Through myriads

Of courageous tones 

And majestic hues,

Can we thereby witness, 

How sweetly,

All true love endures.

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Poetry by Rev.Bola

[copyright: 7.July.2016]

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Title: *THE COLOUR OF SUMMER* - Animated Art by Rev.Bola [Summer 2016]

Poem 2

Title: *Stormy Beds of Passion*

Whether over or under cover,

The re-birthing breathes on.

Therein, lies passion within 

The fears and the heights.

Yet, does only one cheek

Arise as a hot rose.

No, they don't always 

Bring forth rainbows,

Nor do they always 

Embrace with hate.

Alas, by desire, one has sought 

The eye, and the light of God!

The wild vision has been granted.

So why not simply enjoy the gaze?

Then, go kisss...

And embrace those stormy beds!

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Poetry by Rev.Bola

[7.July.2016 - ARR}

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Title: Against a yellow cat

Title: Against a yellow cat

Old knuckles doth shake 
the hearty shark of browsers,
And the grey rat of bummer,
A loose goose is like 
a spite of trousers,
Without a tiny summer.
Against a yellow cat,
There once with a brief mat.

A sleek puppet chosen,
Do not stand at the 
creepy fella and christen,
He was ambrosian,
On the moat is a
place where I listen.

Who is that dawning 
like a human?
Look at the naked, 
new noose of shiny preachers,
But a brunette frill 
shoots with the cumin,
Those wet features.

i am a caregiver, 
someone who cares about u?
 i dont care about your
age, sex, or race, 
the drooliest would
judge you, by your face.

i had cried wishing
that your dreams are
all beautiful
in are own way
i'm all alone in 
a blender watch it spin
round like a kitten over
fields of white falling
like a bad day
the light of the sea.

please, dad oh please! 
one day to be 4-gotten
it's me again...
don't kiss a guy
without adult supervision. 
i didn't then i am like silk
put our thoughts too hard for
anyone else to think.

i wander from demention
to demention,
from world to world,
and find nothing
but an eerie
silence a
river of blood
still flowing
trickling down the
street across the snow.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola
{Feb.2016}
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