MY SPECIAL MOMENT WITH HER.

                               

I walked always with a friend
With the fear of being alone.
Most times I choose her whom is beautiful
Believing she sends a fluid to my bone.

I walked a mile with pleasure;
She chatted and talked all the way
She showed me all her sweetness
But left me none the wiser
With all she had to say.

I walked a mile with sorrow;
And never a word she said
I wondered on her total silence
But many are the thing I learned
When sorrow walked with me.

I quickly had an insightful understanding
Great suffering build up a man
And put him within the reach of self-knowledge.
Adversity comes to us as a teaching tool
Only if you will learn from it and acknowledge.

"Turn your wounds into wisdom"

Inspired by; John.C.Maxwell

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MY HOPE FOR BLESSING

I fell in love with a damsel
She's a pretty lady that needs no second guessing.
Her wide smile makes me tingle from afar
But I learnt to get her requires special lessons. 
Her joy radiates from time to time
she's vintage like, a special kind of wine.
My endeavor, my fulfillment
She's a blessing called achievement.

I fell in love with Blessing
Wanted her in my life to fulfill living.
I tried all I could to get her and state my intention
But she didn't give me the needed attention.
Though she plays and smile at other people
Blessing won't smile at me, maybe because of my pimples.
The more I try, the more I feel hurt and dejected
Life became hard, i felt rejected
I spoke to a friend about my painful condition
She told me never to give up
That success comes only to those who can hold on; to their position.

I was introduced to another pretty lady
Just to douse my distractive affection.
she's a sibling to Blessing
Quiet and calm with a gentle smile.
Hope came to my life, saved me from depression
She gave me energy and became my motivation
Hope gave me attention
She's just my needed inspiration
I sat back and had a quick rumination
Having hope is quite a beautiful thing
Its a key to life and fulfillment of blessings.

Hope shines brightest when the hour is darkest.
Hope motivates when discouragement comes.
Hope sweetens when bitterness bites.
Hope sings when all melodies are gone.
Hope climbs over Obstacles when no one is helping.
Hope endures hardship when no one is caring.
Hope smiles confidently when no one is laughing.
Hope presses toward victory when no one is encouraging.
Hope brings the Victory when no one is winning.

Get this; Losses in life are never fun,
But there is one loss no one can afford
Thats the loss of Hope. (Never lose HOPE)
Remember, Without Hope, there are no Blessings.

Yommy Bishop.®

Heart-to-Art

I'm not a perfect man
I goofed so many times I tried
God gave me a loving Heart
And handed me a gift of Art
Though with this I paint life so beautiful
Yet many regard my life as sinful
But only him knows my weakness
Only him knows my pain
He promised never to forsake me
Like my friends always do, leaving me in the rain.

I'm not a perfect man
I goofed many times I tried. 
Even when it seems all dark
I will keep walking in the Lords light.
Never to compromise even when mesmerized
'Cos' he alone understands my plight and why I write.
He promised to be with me and guide me through the night
For with his help, I will surely attain greater height.

I'm not a perfect man
You should understand this by now
I'm a work in progress, trying to overcome my pride
Overcoming my weaknesses and this worldly tide.
You can choose to see through my loving heart
Or look towards my art.
They define me differently,
So, please judge me aright, never judge me indecently.
My art is temporal but my heart is eternal
Loving with no exception
So my creativity shouldn't be seen as an unholy condition.

Remember, God gave you to me to love me and lighten up my life, 

To criticize me constructively and straighten my crooked path.

Yommy bishop ®.........2015.

THE PREACHERS SON

I am the preacher's son and am here to blow the horn,

Into this world I was born so to make it under the sun.

I was raised through my Mama’s cane so I can have a moral brain,

I was taught to read and write so I can know my wrong from right,

I was given the mother care so I can know how to love and share.

I was never pampered but always in the kitchen with her to prepare.

I am the chosen one so I take care of my younger ones.

I am the preacher’s son but sometimes they call me the teacher’s boy.

I am the preacher’s son and am here to propagate the gospel,

My father thought me through the epistles
But am here to write my Chronicles.

People refer to me as a bad boy but isn’t that ironical,

They judge me with what they see and not even being cynical.

Though I hang out with rude boys that see life as a game of toy

That’s what give’s them joy but mine is a different ploy,

As for me, I'm just catching my fun.

We drank, we partied and do a lot of night crawl,

We gisted, laughed and take it to the brawl.

I was involved in everything but never addicted to anything.

But often I heard the voice of my Dad saying:

"My son if sinners entice thee consent thou not'',

Remember a good name is rather to be chosen than silver and gold."

I'm the preacher’s son a bad boy with conscience,

I never do it all, I'm just entertaining my audience.

I am a preacher’s son and I love singing love songs,

to the entire beautiful girls in the house especially the ones that plays along.

I have an eye for good things, that’s why I keep it real and do the strong thing.

I preach the gospel that goes according to St. John,

I'm fresh and clean ladies love me when I put on sean john.

They feel me like teaser, they always want to eat me up like pizza,

I'm the preacher’s son so I serve it to them like a hot suya

But mostly I heard my Mama’s voice saying:

"My son, the son of my womb, the son of my vows,

Give not thy strength unto women, nor thy ways to that which destroyeth kings".

Remember you are the preacher’s son, a Kingship material to bring.

I am the preacher’s son, my Heavenly father taught me to always sheath my sword.

To live in peace with all and never to shed their bloods. 

Even at war he told me rather to use the holy words

Which is a stronger weapon, sharper than any two edged sword.

He taught me to kneel and pray in times of despair

Every time I call, my life he repairs,

He guides me through in my several travail, 

He makes me win and finally makes me prevail.

Truly I'm a preacher’s son and my mother is a Deaconess,

I'm the first born so they made me the leader of the youth witness.

Then I was young and vibrant, never had the heart of a tyrant.

I was once a drummer boy in my local church, I play also the keyboard and sing our local songs.

I was once the Drama cord in my campus fellowship

Though I rarely act but I always held on to the clapper board.

I have a church mind, hope you don't mind.  

I'm the vessel in his hand the project in his palm.

So, to all my friends this note I write, 

For you to really know me and judge me aright.

Be careful how you read me or else you misread me,

I'm not the bad boy you are thinking, even though I hang out with the gangs, pimps and king pin,

I'm not that tough boy you see even though my face look so hard and keen.

I'm just quiet and gentle, reserved and simple,

I pursue through my dream in life without a wrinkle.

I am not always the son of the soil but the son anointed with oil.

I am the preacher’s son;
My name is Fatoyinbo Abayomi Oluwadamilola Bishop 

This is my chronicle, 

I will never go out of the preacher's voice.

Yommybishop©.......2011 October