Hohpraize's blog

  These days are few— When we stand in the queue,   And suddenly step out of the blue,   With a clue. These days are few—   When you catch a glimpse of you ,  Beyond the view of the mirror. Days when you don’t just look, but see.   You see beyond the sea—   Of distractions drowning your attention. Days when you find yourself   Face to face,   Gaze to gaze,   With guilt and bloodshot eyes—   Watching your purpose   Crave…   Then starve,   To its grave,   For want of attention. These days are few. These days are few—   When you remember the things you’ve been through,   And the course that has carried you through. It’s true—   You’ve eaten rice without stew,   Sailed your ship with no crew,   Planted seeds without dew,   And built with the stones life threw at you. But these days are few—   When you declare an internal curfew,   Invite yourself down Reality Avenue ,   Co...

 An edible green- we need . Whites on sparks, clean. Filled green with chlorophyll. - Hohpraize  October 2023

    UNVEILING CURTAIN Hear the fading echoes... The screams of toils Of sweats, like blood Constantly, consistently, consequentially Dripping on our soil Of pains and struggles From dusk till dawn Dawning on our dusk And dusking on our dawn.   Hear the fading echoes Speaking of value and worth Of a crippled giant He broke his legs With his hands and Broke his hands With his brain   Hear the fading echoes The crinkling and cranking Search of papers of ornament boxes Of a fading-green economy Trying to wear a fitting smile Like a damsel Dressing to attract more suitors O woeful debtor   In the midst of this fading echoes Daniels and Nehemiahs choruses Restore oh rebuild the walls There is hope for a tree If it be cut down At the scent of water It will sprout again The tender branch will not cease   Listen to the emerging echoes Of hopes so close so near The sound of rain Oh drying s...

  💘 Obsession 💘   They are alive - dead, Yet they live - they used to live; In our hearts they live on; On earth they've moved on.     💘 Oh lover of the wrecker, 💘 💘 I was, I am. 💘 💘 She was here a pest, 💘 💘 As a "pelter" - the fear of my glass house. 💘 💘 Making my heart grow fonder: 💘 💘 She left, I felt. 💘     As if death came in and took her! I never even said I don't want her! She just left, And made my heart melt.   If ever her presence will come; My hand owes her shoulders, The throw of a punch And my arms a warm embrace. Hohpraize  

  Another Day Another day for the blazing memories, twinkling stars and moonlight. There's hope for brighter rays of the sunlight, Venus is where I live in optimism. Another day for hatching eggs and sprouting buds. There's joy walking into my morning, the light is what I worship, my best feeling. Hoh praize .

 AUTHENTIC? My heart bleeding; My pen inking; Me thinking: I'm not feigning, fibbing, While feeding souls, knitting words, and killing in you, that feeling that stops you from chilling. No doubting: My words are living, Not just enchanting, appealing They're the lives I've lived and I'm living. Hohpraize.