WORDS IN POETIC MOTION

VISIT OUR BEAUTIFUL NEW HOME

2010-11-24T12:33:00.002Z

Hello lovely readers,

Words in Poetic Motion has moved to a new home. It has become an integrated part of A Day In God's Will.

Please visit us at:

www.adayingodswill.com

(go to the poetry section).

We would love to hear from you.

on that note:

Keep it poetic

sometimes cryptic

and maybe a little prophetic

Much love, Remi

BLOG MOVE & NEW WEB ADDRESS

2010-09-27T22:08:00.000+01:00

DEAR READERS / FOLLOWERS

THIS BLOG HAS NOW MOVED PERMANENTLY TO THE NEWLY IMPROVED WEBSITE

http://adayingodswill.com/category/poetry/

PLEASE COME, VISIT AND BE UPLIFTED AND INSPIRED

MUCH LOVE

REMI

www.adayingodswill.com

UNEXPECTED

2010-09-09T01:17:00.001+01:00

Loosing sleep for days...

Thoughts of the intricate nature

of his love and the

delivery of his affection

keeps me awake till

sun rays announce the birth

of a new day

© Remi Banjo, September 2010

***picture by photobucket***

Delayed...

2010-08-13T00:41:00.005+01:00

She's afraid he...

won't let her in

or let her go

her heart sincerelyneeds to know

how, where and to whom

its treasured secrets to bestow

© Remi Banjo, August 2010

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... Not An Option..!

2010-08-10T15:14:00.001+01:00

Soothing droplets of morning dew

brings along a sense of something new

atonement for the heart

stirs up revival from depths within a tired soul

feelings long forgotten, now keen to renew

soothing droplets of refreshing dew

still, its not an option to

relinquish my desiring heart to you
I will be content to be forever friends
for I cherish the intricate nature of you

© Remi Banjo, August 2010
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CROSSROADS...!

2010-08-10T12:54:00.001+01:00

Heart, head, mind and soul

embraced the signs that were

evident for all to behold

Feelings and emotions

were sure of the experienced essence

only to realise it's been breaking

through shadows, the very outline

that announced its delayed presence

Heart, head, mind and soul

arrives at the crossroads

of love unknown.

© Remi Banjo, August 2010

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Silent Plea...

2010-03-20T22:51:00.001Z

Her heart screams loudly
without releasing a sound
It pleads for the love that

comes with his promised presence

In anticipation she yearns to

experience 'THAT' gift of sacred
unity, wrapped in total belonging

© Remi Banjo, March 2010
***picture by photobucket***

66 Bags of Seeds...

2010-03-08T02:10:00.007Z

He reaches for the bags of seeds

thoughts on the day's desired harvest
what he hopes will be the yield
when he sows some seeds in earnest

On the old wooden table, like his father used to,

he arranges the bags and sits on the aged wooden stool
whilst remembering the results of past planting seasons
he and his family recently lived through

66 bags of miracle seeds

impregnated with manifestations

of desired results for all to see
awaits to be planted in love and faith

wrapped up in pure and simple believe

© Remi Banjo, March 2010

***picture by photobucket***

That Bible you hold in your hands is a book of seeds. Seeds to be planted over and over again in faith and simple believe. Do you want some healing, get yourself some healing seeds (the word on healing) and plant them in your life. You want some wealth, get yourself some prosperity seed and plant them in your life.

66 books of seeds impregnated with an infinity multiplication potential of itself, is available to you today!

Wisdom Calling...

2010-03-02T10:54:00.000Z

Conjure up a need

a hunger from within

Expand your minds

enlarge depths of your hearts

making room for the power of clarity

She makes her presence known

sends constant invitations to
every mind, spirit, and elusive souls

souls, stuck at cross roads

weighed down by strongholds

She pleads for ears to acknowledge
the urgency of her call to visualise,
learn and embrace the counsel of the
one who knows the answers to it all

© Remi Banjo, March 2010

***picture by photobucket***

Break Free...!

2010-02-22T01:22:00.003Z

In restlesness I break off it's yoke
Arise, I cast off its heavy load

never to give it a chance or hope

slothfulness, no longer a stronghold

Your WILL Lord, I am resolved to do

Move my limbs in the path set out for me

Encourage my mind to focus solely on you

Strengthen my arms to produce goodness

that exhibits and glorifies the nature of you

© Remi Banjo, February 2010
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WILL TO TRUST

2010-02-14T23:30:00.002Z

Oh! How I encourage my heart
to resolutely trust in you

when it does not understand

the roads it's travelling through

How I plead my Heart to help itself

to entrust in the Father’s proven faithfulness
Heart of mine can you comprehend

a God with unquantifiable abilities?

Oh! How I WILL and MUST comprehend
that you are the fountain of possibilities
established through centuries and

proven throughout eternity

© Remi Banjo, February 2010

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Everything...

2010-02-07T00:30:00.001Z

For love I searched
within the winds that
propels my daily existence

...then I envisaged you as

the rhythm orchestrating

my pre-destined living

I picture the reality of you
the foundation that keeps

me forever believing love is you

Love is everything

Remi

***pictures by photobucket***

Reflection...

2009-11-29T17:07:00.001Z

To be a reflection of Him
is what my soul requires

To breath the air He freely gives
is what my spirit yearns to be forever real

To understand the intricacies of who He is
is the beginning of knowing Him

To be drawn into the midst of His presence
unravels the truth and purity of His love

...and then I call Him my....

2009-10-12T21:50:00.000+01:00

... and then I call Him my king

because He crowns my heart with

the full richness of His ever increasing love

... and then I call Him my peace

because through the knowledge of Him

I am still and rest assured in His proven abilities

...and then I call Him my joy

because my heart skips in tune

to the beat of obedience,

in rhythm to His perfect will

... and then I call Him my future

because my dreams and aspirations will be

birthed through Him, everything

I am to become, is moulded by the

words He has already spoken over me

Remi

©Remi Banjo, June 2009

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Not Impossible For Love...

2009-06-12T09:25:00.000+01:00

It is impossible for love not to hear us
when we passionately invoke its very presence;
daily and consciously, with hope resting on

raw expectations calling for its true,

pure and perfect visitation

It is impossible for love not to desire to rescue us.
Rescue us, from self imposed constrictions;

constructed walls of loneliness, that surround and separate us

The soul must keep pushing towards completion

breaking forth and forging through all limitations

It is impossible for love not to want to lend its patient ear

For cries of its wondrous fulfilment, seeps from the

depths of the very soul; without the vessel uttering a

single word, of its desire for Love's rescue

to be complete and for its gift to be bestowed.

©Remi Banjo, June 2009
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I Hoped To...

2009-04-22T18:54:00.000+01:00

I tried to write a collaboration of words on this page

to help you visualise your love through my eyes

what could, should and hopefully might or will be

If and when you gift me with your heart

I wanted to present something on this page

to unravel the intricate nature of Love's lifeline

A llifeline that could, might or will commence, if

hopefully, you eventually, link your heart with mine

I aspired to lay bare, a silent a poem on this page

a piece impregnated with words, carefully woven

together with the sole purpose of invading your

subconsciousness, creating visual representations

of the shape, nature and desires of a hopeful,

yet, unknown beloved...

©Remi Banjo, April 2009

***Pictures by Photobucket***

When I say...

2009-04-16T12:39:00.000+01:00

A few friends are getting married and I have been wondering about those two words "I DO" that will be said on that fateful day. The words that seal or close the deal. The words that ends singleness, that gives the final "Go ahead" or "Permission" for "two to become and live as one". I sometimes wonder what goes through minds when they say utter those words "I DO".

When I say I do

I am saying "I Love You"

in totality, honesty and truth

devoted only to you

When I say I do...
It means every breath I take

will be to inhale the essence of you

encouraged by the love I have for you

When I say I do...

It means my life will be a testimony

to the love, I have been favoured to find in you

Its covering will be my daily experience

It's meanings engraved within my existence

©Remi Banjo, March 2009

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Renewed...

2009-02-27T21:50:00.000Z

Like flowers filled with morning dew
my heart, with time, is refined
re-built, reshaped and renewed

Ignited with strength and life,
ready to experience love anew

Reluctantly riding on the
wings of patience, I am
encompassed by his essence
intrigued by his love’s ambiance

Eager to experience conversations in earnest
about my love… real love, unselfish love,
unadulterated, pure complex yet simple love;

residing within the walls of my existence

poised to distill its untold richness

in the midst of his gifted presence

©Remi Banjo, February 2009
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Dreams, Hopes, Aspirations...

2008-12-28T21:40:00.000Z

Dreams, hopes, aspirations
desired manifestations

of promised situations

so near, yet far away

Frustration resides

for time seems to slips away

one tick, one tock, on day a time

But a whispered prayer

of hope and faith, anchored in believe

propels the uproar of renewed visions,

dreams and decisions, making way and room

for the reality and manifestation

of impossible situations

Dreams, hopes, aspirations
desired manifestations of promised situations
so near, yet seemingly far away,

but soon to be a tangible reality

I Miss...

2008-11-22T11:45:00.000Z

Staring into the far, yet near distance

I envision situations not yet experienced

My senses are alive with thoughts of you;

who you are, where you are, if you are near or far

My senses are alight with the knowledge that

somewhere, you are very much in existence

I miss being a two, for its lonely being a single one

Where are you, my appointed someone?

I miss his daring, yet knowing stare

you know, the one that pierces through the soul

holding my heart spell bound within its hold

I miss being him and he being me

Like I miss being a trinity;

Him, me and the holy spirit right there in between

I miss being his silent strength

when all he has is gone and spent

I miss the essence of his kiss

that transforms everything around me

into a welcomed faded bliss

Being one, can be lonely and sometimes not much fun

So, daily in anticipation I look forward to the day

he comes into view, to the day I meet my very own someone

***Pictures by Photobucket***

Angel...

2008-10-09T22:59:00.000+01:00

If I could be your angel
my wings, they would shield you

from the sun and rain

My countenance, it will protect you

from the world's needless pain

If I could be your angel

I would command the moon to guide your path at night

and the sun to raise over you, from

the first glimpse of the morning's light

If I could be your angel

I'll walk you through streets of love

your spirit will be healed from strife

and your soul will come alive

If I could be your angel

I would walk you through the very gates

that leads to eternal life

***Pictures by Photobucket***

Almost... Does It Count?

2008-10-06T00:15:00.000+01:00

Almost felt it's smooth, velvet ambiance

Almost visualised the depth of it's rich colours

Almost walked into it's manifested reality

Almost skipped in tune to it's heart beat

Almost dared to think happiness had finally found me

Almost lived within the realms it's essence

Almost stepped onto the platform of its staged promise

Almost got bestowed with its constant presence

Almost got caught up in it's talked about relevance

Almost took a ride in a beautiful white carriage

Almost understood the meaning of becoming

Almost went on a road trip into forever after

Almost got ready to love with renewed courage

Almost lived the reality of my hearts desire

***Pictures by Photobucket***

Fragmented pieces...

2008-09-15T23:39:00.001+01:00

Her hand raises to Caresses her chest seeking desperately to calm the dull pain that makes itself known beneath her silk shirt.
"It hurts", she whispers, to no one in particular
Stings like a thousand stab wounds delivered by the one you love, whom you entrusted the fragility of your heart with

Gliding her fingers over it's surface
She can feel it's brokenness
Fragmented pieces constantly moving and breaking off, like frozen icelandic plates
separated pieces caught up in the rivers frozen current, some
lucky ones, swept up in autumn's afternoon's breeze

"How did I arrive back at this junction"? She mused
It's all too familiar, like a child's favourite blanket
The patterns haven't changed their shape,
And its colours? Well, they are still very much the same

The cuts and bruises leave permanent marks.
Marks likened to heart shaped words carved into an oak tree

"Why can't I ever get this right"? She wonders...
"What lessons did I fail to learn that has brought
Me back to 'destination familiar'" ? She ponders...

I tried with all my might, even put in a good fight
Gave all I had to give, yet got the winners prize called misery!

Taking a deep breath, hoping the air will soothe
the remnants of her broken and bleeding heart

She breathes in hope that the fragmented pieces will float
their way beyond the clouds, towards heaven
and maybe, just maybe each piece will be collected in a golden bowl,
and somehow be put together like brand new,
presented back to her by the author of love,
making her whole and reconciled once again to love

©Remi Banjo, September 2008
***Pictures by Photobucket***

Behind the Mask

2008-09-02T10:30:00.000+01:00

Behind the mask lays a map of corridors whose walls are heavily decorated with pictures of present and past lives; illusions, fantasies, dreams and notions

Behind the mask, is where she takes permanent residence, her safe haven, where she comes out to play, where she dares to brave

Cool is her exterior, but false her facade
Every movement is propelled by an unnoticed agility,
surrounded by an invisible reality, which collectively
presents a picture; mirage, an illusion, expressing a desired notion

Behind the mask, resides puts to bed raw emotions,
emotions that define the intricacies of who she is,
the reasons of what she is afraid off, to show or mention

©Remi Banjo, September 2008
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Phone Call

2008-09-01T12:19:00.000+01:00

Whilst day dreaming, she is presented with the beauty of his voice. Fingers, they trace the outline of it's smooth, yet rugged surface, giving her subconscious something tangible to embrace.

In her dreams, his love, it plays her, a calming, yet ferocious melody, encouraging her heart to beat in alignment to it's rhythm

She is eager to grasp each note played, scurring to write them down, fearful they might be lost, forever within the realms of her dreams.

The warmth of his love, is subtlety disguised in

the ambiance of the shadows of his tone,

drawing her inwards, desperately calling out for her

to be a part of him, a reflection and extension of him

In her consciousness, she is waiting to be his love,

his one and only, his everything, his all

So, she sits quietly, by the phone

patiently waiting for him to call

***Pictures by Photobucket***

A New Season To Be Blessed God's Way

2008-07-04T23:46:00.000+01:00

Let the righteous rejoice
Children of Zion, give praise to the Lord
For it is a new season,
a brand new day
The wait is over,
everything ever prayed and hoped for
is finally coming your way

In diligence and in faith
you have laboured and prayed
all through the father's grace
Now, the wait is over
the harvest starts manifesting today

It is a new season in God's will
to show off his glory and
proclaim him as the faithful king
His words never go back to him unfulfilled
Every prayer uttered is about to be fulfilled

It's a new season, it's a new day
Stake your claim
on it, write your name
It's time to get paid
the glorious father's way

©Remi Banjo, July 2008

Poetry... An Aspiration

2008-06-18T00:48:00.000+01:00

Life is likened to written poetry
It reads and presents as a novelty
The indescribable, the ascribable
Visible and tangible
Yet transparent and very intangible
Sometimes unattainable

It presents parallel understanding
With Deep meanings and much resounding
Poetry within me is outstanding

To be or not to be...
Is not a question within my reality

Poetry… encrusted within creative treasures
Residing and printed inside of me
Surrounded within my vicinity...
Entombed and entwined
Within my every possibility
Wrapped in the very expressions
Of my creativity

Poetry… medicine to the soul
Awakening the fire within me
Keeps me warm from the cold
Glitters and glows for all to behold
Creating sparkles like droplets of gold

Poetic rhythms within my medium
Poetic situations within my inspirations
Poetic aspirations, visualisations and creations

Indescribable, un-renounsable
Residing within my every molecule
Transparent words coming forth
Visible meanings taking shape
Visible transformations taking form

©Remi Banjo, April 2005