Category: Poems of Redemption & Motivation

The Caged Bird’s Escape

Poetic Redemption Storytelling

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After watching CEO and inspirational speaker and best selling author Lisa Nichol’s inspiring video (check it out on the Gold cast Facebook page or You Tube) of a life transformed after suffering domestic abuse by her fiancé, I felt inspired to engage in some scribal indulgence telling a story of redemption but from a view point that considers the abuser’s mindset and triggers, not as a means of justification but shedding some light on some of the “hidden demons” in play in such situations.

The Caged Bird’s Escape:

Desired with his enticing eyes, colourful words and decorated with roses and alluring scents she felt on top, the executive of his heart, the CEO of his life.

In one night her dreams had come true; from reams of beauties she was chosen by one of the Hedge-Fund crew.

To him she was just meat, one of many slaughtered for devouring, bought in a club in one of many spending sprees he called sport.

A business man, bonus acquiring sharp talker in the square mile by day and by night a gigolo, a Casanova in clubs he called “cattle markets” bidding with his eyes for the best cow.. he laughs “that’s the woman- A COW!”

Flashes of his mother often appeared before his eyes, waving to him, a 6 year old “mummy is going to the shop, I will return” She never did.. “liars all of them”!

Sly as a fox, an expert in his game, he waited until the image of her was locked in him, he, a mirror that defined her significance. Now he had god-like relevance, the Fowler’s cage was her home.

One day was as living in a romantic play pen; his voice soft and soothing and to love songs they were waltzing.

Another was life in a torture chamber under a man-child’s bitter verbal whip and slaps with hate-filled vomit until she suffocated in fear and self hate. Every morning she braced herself for what was amiss, the ready for work psycho’s bullets of abuse and punches in her abdomen with a goodbye kiss.

A cycle of confused voices reeled in the cage “I love you”, “I love you not” as the battered bird wailed without a sound. In his “you are to blame! blame! blame! she felt grief and shame! shame! shame!

A rude awakening was the uncontrollable pain in her abdomen. The day of reckoning had come for from the abyss of farce living she heard the voices of many women thundering “call the ambulance or die!” The freedom fighter from deep within joined in, beckoning.

“How are you today, my dear?”
Startled, she opened her eyes and saw a face beaming at her “I am Claire”
“Claire?”
“Yes, I am your nurse, you called the ambulance, they broke in ‘cause you fainted after the call. Julie, your internal wounds and bleeding were serious. Thank God you came on time! You will be fine”

Julie shut her eyes. Smiling the risen woman within spoke:
“Yes thank God!
To a “A just in time” God: thank you!
I was that woman destined for a bright future based on scripture, even the prophetic word, then I lost my way and met a trickster and by him I became nothing but a caged bird in a home any woman would dread.

I was able to walk away, escape from the snare of the Fowler, but for him in compassion I daily kneel to pray and for caged birds unlike me who for reasons choose to stay, I shall sing a song of deliverance, that one day sunshine shall overtake the dark clouds of their circumstance.”

”Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.

Our help is in the name of the LORD, who made heaven and earth.”
(Psalm 124:7-8)

©11/11/2017 Deborah E Nyamekye

One Way Ticket to Heaven on the Metro

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Riding on the London Metro
late one evening turning to the left,
I saw a man standing, swaying back and forth.
He ruffled his hair and shouted
“This goes to Euston Square,
how do we get a train to Euston!”
“Get a new brain Dr. Triston!”
a woman jeered.
“A rage filled man approached the
noisy pair, shook his fists and said
“one more word from you two and
I’ll leave you as good as dead!”

Turning my gaze away, I imagined Dr Triston’s
life what was, is and is to come.
I pictured him in his surgery,
bespectacled with nicely groomed hair,
busy and respectable seated in his chair.
He began the day in his surgery sober,
then off he went to the social bar
and then picked up this tart!

Rolling my eyes, I began to imagine
this woman’s seedy life
but suddenly I heard the doctor say
“a penny for your thoughts, me lady”. I shook my head nervously as sly as a fox. “Do you know Christ, who is God’s Son…?”
“Euston is on the Northern line”
I said cutting him short.
“God’s calling you on this main line through Jesus Christ His Son”.
I sighed and thought “He’s had too much to drink and sounds so thick!”
Then I asked “Dr Triston, who is this Son?!”

“My name is Marlon Jones, my wife
is Martha and we live for God.
Acting is my vocation;
tonight I played the part of Dr. Triston, who became a friend of Christ Jesus, the great physician.

Marlon testified of his miraculous
healing and his journey from
the occult to Christ.
He left a life of vice, went back twice but finally the prodigal
learnt what was right, and
now speaks of Christ with love and
obeys his commands from above.

He said “I present my Saviour
to you this day, but know, this is not a play and I have much to say,
’cause of time, I can’t but
tell a thing or two and hope that you would want to know him too.”

Marlon spoke a great deal and oh I felt such a fool, for I imagined he was a drunk and to be frank, I thought his Mrs. was one too!
I listened to his blessed words.
His voice was as the sound of one drunk, not with wine, but God’s Spirit and his eyes were diluted with tears of love.
“Could I a sinner, whose mouth is full of venom, eyes aglow with hatred and a mind clogged with filth, ever be like Marlon and his wife?”

As one who read my mind, Martha
began to say “There is no condemnation for those in Christ, for what He did for us,
God can do for you!”
I felt the power I knew was God,
like a mower it started to work,
for I began to holler “Lord Jesus,
I need you in my life! Come teach me to be holy and make me whole!!”

Martha and Marlon hugged me and
from deep within these words I heard:
“My precious child welcome to where your belong, for before your birth in Montreal, this day was planned, that you will
have your one way ticket to heaven on the Metro” .

Jesus said of himself “For the Son of Man came to seek and save those who are lost.”1

©Deborah E. Nyamekye 11/05/2016

Scriptural inspiration: The New Testament /Gospels Quote 1: Luke 19:10 NLT

“1Therefore there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. 2For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has set you free from the law of sin and of death. 3For what the Law could not do, weak as it was through the flesh, God did: sending His own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh and as an offering for sin, He condemned sin in the flesh” (Romans 8:1-3).

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Category of Poems:
Fictional Biographical Stories of Redemption & Motivation founded on Biblical Scriptures.
Part 1
Sub-category 1: Poems, Poetic Morality & Redemption Discourse with Prophetic Encouragement
1) Poetic Morality & Redemption Discourse:
All that Glitters is not Gold
https://readywriterps451.org/2016/09/21/all-that-glitters-is-not-gold/

2)Poems: Morality & Redemption
-God brings Dreams to Pass
-The Great Escape.
-One way ticket to Heaven on the Metro.
-Jesus Heals the Brokenhearted & Sets the Captives Free.
-Restoration from failures of bygone years.
Click here to read them all:

Category of Poems: Fictional Biographical Stories of Redemption & Motivation

These poems here (point 2) are in Part 2 of my two part Poetry Book entitled:
Our God Reigns: Inspirational Prophetic Christian Poetry on sale at
Amazon online: https://amazon.com/author/nyamekyede

Part 2
Sub-category 2: Hepzibah’s Visitations from the Most Noble Counsellor (Holy Spirit) to encourage prophetically, teach and exhort.
1) Hepzibah’s Visitation I
https://readywriterps451.org/2016/02/03/most-noble-counsellor-have-faith-in-an-unrelenting-faithful-god/

2) Hepzibah’s Visitation II (coming soon)