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Edward Ibeh Poem
It's not hard to see or tell this world of ours
Isn't the same as it used to be. Granted, it has
Never been perfect, but I've seen better days
I've become numb to a cavalcade of bad news
That saturate the television, social media
The radio, the newspapers.
I see our world changing with my own eyes
Every day, and not for the better. Sometimes I feel
As if I'm dreaming, but it's not a dream. It's reality
It's like I went to sleep one fine day, and woke up
To a world gone mad. A world, like crumbs
Falling off bread being sliced
What happened to the state of civility? What happened
To the nature of our social fabric? What is happening
To our country?
I'm so sick of Liar-In-Chief Donald Trump spewing
Hundreds of lies every day, further breaking
His unbreakable record of falsehoods. But why stop there?
Since his presidency, racism, xenophobia
Fear-mongering, corruption, foreign and domestic
Terrorism all surged exponentially
Under his watch, police brutality is at an all-time high
What is the world coming to when our "President"
Sides with foreign cold-blooded dictators
Over America's intelligence agencies?
What is wrong with that picture? This nation, this world
We're living in just isn't the same as it used to be
More and more African-Americans are ending up
Dead at the hands of trigger-happy police officers
More and more celebrities are falling from grace
Many emerging as sexual predators since
The inception of the "MeToo Movement"
Oh, and let's not forget about the Catholic priests!
The never-ending wars in Iraq and Afghanistan
Continue to claim the lives of American soldiers
Needlessly. When will our heroes finally come home?
What happened to the political climate?
It has grown so toxic. Washington politicians
Are failing to do the job the American people
Elected them to do.
The GOP has become the party of Trump
A so-called leader who stays up all night
Tweeting more nonsensical lies, who continually fan
The flames of division, continually assault
Freedom of the press, calling a legitimate investigation
Of Russia's meddling in America's election process
A "Hoax" and "Witch Hunt." But we all know better, don't we?
I wish I could go back to sleep and wake up
To the way the world used to be...
Poem Of The Day on 12/03/2018
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Edward Ibeh Poem
To be loved
is to be a wildflower
blooming in springtime.
How wondrous to be much desired
by all the honeybees in the meadow.
There's no greater wealth on all of earth.
That feeling,
that inexplicable feeling
is like being all wrapped up
in warm satin sheets.
Oh, what a thrill it is
to be loved, unconditionally.
It's like being sung to all at once
by the robins of the universe;
words can't possibly describe it.
Is it crazy to imagine
it feels like a walk across
heaven's pearly gates?
Is it but the loveliest of dreams
one would rather die
than awake from?
Oh, I bet it is.
I know this much is true,
it's heavenly to be loved
by you.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 6 Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Date submitted: 07/02/2022
Date written: 03/07/2021
Poem of The Day on 03/09/2021
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Edward Ibeh Poem
Here's a fact, life is no bed of roses.
It has a habit of knocking us down.
Whatever injustice it imposes,
Welcome it! Don't let the world see you frown.
Still laugh at life as though it were a clown.
When life gets rough, you fully surrender
Faith in God, and he'll guide you to the light;
Bare witness to such majestic splendor.
With prayer, your spark of strength shall ignite;
There's no adversity too tough to fight.
When life gets rough, you float along with hope
As the ashen skies continue to clear.
Through all the pain, you still find ways to cope,
And come what may, you'll always persevere.
In times of need, the Lord is always near.
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Edward Ibeh Poem
a
bell tolls
for two souls
crimson red
with passion
they started
at opposite ends
at full-throttle speed
racing to meet halfway
on the rendezvous rubicon
then they collided exploding
into
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Date written and posted: 10/23/2016
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Edward Ibeh Poem
His full given name is Barack Hussein Obama
The etymology of his first name, "Baraka," a Swahili word meaning "Blessed"
It's easy to see why he's my favorite POTUS
of all time. Where do I even begin...
with this extraordinary man of color?
He was leader before he led the free world.
He made his mark as a community organizer.
The 44th President of The United States from 2009-2017
The very first African-American to hold the office!
Born to an African father from Kenya
and a Caucasian mother from Kansas.
A Hawaiian-born Chicago boy who made good.
His legacy is glittering like 24-Karat gold.
Domestically and internationally looked upon
as a bright shining light and a gold standard
in terms of temperament and work ethic
He's an eloquent, erudite, and compassionate soul.
A man of refined taste; he picked a diamond
of a wife, the great former first lady, Michelle Obama.
And he chose a great running mate, former VP Joe Biden,
who's now President-elect.
A doting father of two to Malia and Sasha
A wearer of many hats: politician, lawyer, author,
even a fine basketball player!
As President, he had a litany of accomplishments.
He pulled off the seemingly impossible.
Long-elusive terrorist leader, Osama Bin Laden
was hunted down and killed on his watch!
A true champion of LGBT rights,
champion of The Affordable Care Act (ACA),
aka "Obamacare", a healthcare insurance
which continues to save millions of lives.
He was a fighter for all Americans and wasn't afraid
to bypass Congress to accomplish a legislative goal.
He's special both as a President and man.
In his eyes, I saw sparks of hope and love for humanity.
There's no iota of menace in his kind eyes.
In his voice, I heard truth and calm reassurance.
His trustworthy voice bore no malice.
In his laugh, a refreshing forthrightness.
A forward-thinker with infinite optimism,
which he enthusiastically infused with "Yes, we can!"
On his skin, I saw familiarity, a reflection
of myself. He's Black, just like me.
He's a man of unimpeachable character.
Universally known for his bonhomie and quiet dignity;
he stood tall and kept his head high as Mt. Everest
when bigots spewed racist venom at him,
burned him in effigy, questioned his nationality,
"muslimized" him by yelling out his full name
on open mics at Trump rallies, simply to place
emphasis on his middle name, "Hussein"
But did he let the world see him sweat?
No, of course not. That's not his style. He bottled his anger.
Only when unspeakable atrocities and crimes
were committed did he show his righteous anger.
The Sandy Hook massacre brought out his genuine,
raw emotions and the heartbroken nation wept with him.
The beauty of Obama is his heart, as big as the world is big.
He's a good man, genuinely. That's why he's my favorite POTUS.
Poem of the Day on 01/13/2021
Submitted for...
YOUR FAVORITE PRESIDENT (President's Day Project) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS
Date written: 01/12/2021
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Edward Ibeh Poem
Oh, precious one, I need you...
Be the missing ying to my yang.
Come on home to a safe haven
In this warm, cozy heart of mine.
Stay forevermore, I implore thee, because...
Without you, there's a hollow there!
And I'll journey through
This vale of tears, incomplete.
Akin to sunlight without the sun,
Or a shadow without light,
Or a Romeo without his Juliet,
Or a pearl being formed without an oyster.
On my own, I am but a starless night.
My dearest, say you need me, too.
Let me be the sparkling star that shines
With light to fill your heart.
I will be as the sun that rises
To make the shadows dance.
Together our home, will be our universe
Where pearls are at our fingertips.
Warmth will fill every hollow corner
As tears dry and smiles commence.
We'll be a shining duo
High as the moon leading tides.
These tides of love in strength we'll share;
Moving endlessly together.
I'll reach your cozy heart
Where I'll stay forevermore!
All this could be, if you complete me.
I beseech you, make me whole.
Edward Ibeh and Heidi Sands: A collaboration.
Poem of The Day on 01/26/2022
Submitted for...
Do- It (Duets) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.
Date written: 01/25/2022
Poet's Note: I'd like to take this opportunity thank the prolific, tremendously gifted poetess, Heidi Sands, for being my duet partner for this contest. She jumped at the chance to collaborate with me--despite her current struggle with writer's block--and I couldn't be more grateful and appreciative. I'll forever cherish this romantic poem we created together. I really couldn't have done it without her. I appreciate you, Heidi. xoxo
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Edward Ibeh Poem
My friend, put pause on throwing punches.
There's no use holding on to petty grudges.
It's much easier to breathe with feuds ended.
Always accept an olive branch, if extended.
It doesn't matter the cause of dissension;
Douse the scorching flame of contention.
Forget who threw the poison dart first.
Avoid fueling the fire with an outburst.
Give who wronged you chance to make amends.
No sir, you two don't have to become friends.
Don't worry yourself with friendship plans.
You don't even have to meet or shake hands.
Toss your ego aside and be the bigger person;
Resolve brewing hostilities lest they worsen
And simply just let bygones be bygones.
They are only pros to doing so, no cons.
Resolutions For 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date written: 12/21/2021
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Edward Ibeh Poem
If you see
Something, or hear
Something
That could cause harm,
Or perhaps much worse,
Say something!
Please do...
The right thing.
Observe
And report
What you find
To be suspicious
It could be a matter
Of...
Life and death. Act fast!
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly.
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 12/30/2021
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Edward Ibeh Poem
perpetual
is my love for poetry.
without it
how would life taste to me?
i bet it'd be so bitter
i'd spit it out.
I'd choke
on thousands of words
unexpressed.
what would free
my arrested words then?
pages would be
as blank as
a tabula rasa mind
as I was meant to bruise paper
with an Ink-filled pen.
heaven knows
what I'd be doing
if my ink runs too dry
to skate on a page.
who would hear
the child inside me cry
when my muse goes missing?
lord knows passions
roaring loudly
inside me
would be a silent
as falling snow.
i need poetry
perpetually
so that people see
what my eyes see,
feel what I feel deep within
and go places I go.
without poetry
would life ever taste sweet?
the jury is out
perpetual
is my love for poetry.
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Edward Ibeh Poem
H o n e s t y,
because without it,
a child turns a blind eye to the truth.
H o n o r,
because without it,
a child compromises his principles.
F a i r n e s s,
because without it,
a child has no concept of justice.
T o l e r a n c e,
because without it,
a child grows narrow of mind.
P a t i e n c e,
because without it,
a child loses grip on self-control.
R e s p e c t,
because without it,
a child rebels against authority.
D i s c i p l i n e,
because without it,
a child struggles to persevere.
S e l f - r e l i a n c e,
because without it,
a child becomes slave to dependency.
H u m i l i t y,
because without it,
a child cultivates arrogance.
C h a r i t y
because without it,
a child falls prey to selfishness.
C o n f i d e n c e,
because without it,
a child turns inward.
L o v e,
because without it,
a child cannot practice acceptance.
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