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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: 

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(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 

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DEAR READERS / FOLLOWERS

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MUCH LOVE

REMI

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UNEXPECTED

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

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Delayed...

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..!

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...!

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...

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
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66 Bags of Seeds...

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

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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...

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

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Break Free...!

 

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

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...

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

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Reflection...

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....

... 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...

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...

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

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When I say...

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...

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...

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

©Remi Banjo December 2008
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I Miss...

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

©Remi Banjo, November 2008

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