Every Companion is a star at the sky of that Prophet
Every tradition of him is post of heavens and the earth
To be his ummah is the holiest of dignities
Full of lessons each of his nights and mornings
Behind him left his marks on the path of paradise
Next to him Abu Bakr whereas Omar is at left resides
More than thousands carried that blessed starboard
Some stabbed a sword and some spread the holy word
It was a destinty that this case will reach to day of wrath
What he recited was compassion and guidance
What he ruled was complete justice
When wanted he wouldn't reject, he was the most generous
He didn't leave neither gold nor silver
To the mankind Quran was his inheritance
I'd be more than happy to endow my beam to you,
equally, I trust you'll impart with your own smirk too.
That is a proem forward into world harmony,
A prized seed with extremely useful whimsy.
I will endow my food with a smile,
And I'm confiding you'll nod in your style.
This feast is middling for two persons,
It is possible if we could deter arsons.
This majestic tree dispenses shade,
Nature has conveyed us with a unique cascade.
For everyone who needs to take it easy,
Let us enjoy it all around, indeed... globally!
I'd be heartily risen to relate my entity to you,
For every one of the dignities, we are apt to do.
The season minds about us, today,
While lavish panegyrics pave the way.
Accordingly, share a smile; this is a start rally.
An extraordinary beginning's blissful inventively.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: March 6th, 2022
World Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Inner faces dealt a deal
Similar prophecies fulfilled
Judicious divines intuit
Universal moralities determine best
Such spiritualities minds taught
Tantalizing glimpses strive
Important finds uncover
Secular dignities identifies
8/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
There is going to be a jump,
the only one that could thump-
in this room of bloom...
What are you doing sitting when you could be a standing ox?
Are they out on patrol as you wann the metal into your soul?
Dive deeply hard Sims-
they made you corrupt,
these are dignities we divide,
they had no name before you arrived-
more cola now,
less socially sane,
yes please ignite the flame,
I said I loved you-
but in due course you became scarce,
the lizards re-arrived to show demise,
every ape was lionized,
I compounded the pedals lady,
they spun in pride,
I evoked medals baby,
I'm sorry they arrived.
Short but beautiful,
Beautiful and dutiful.
Dutiful in deligience,
Deligent and intelligent.
The mood of thy pleasantries,
Wroth fables of dignities.
Your egg-y shaped physiognomy,
Mount emotions in hurry.
The smiles of thy face,
Is embroided with bewitching triats.
The venom of thy eyeballs,
Pierce through the rigidity of juvenile's hall.
You're wonderfully made,
And gorgeously create.
None can thy bride price paid,
But a Juvenile bewitched with grace.
Me-take this not as a woo,
But a praise of my friend boo.
When i think of you,
With the aid of celestial rule.
The shape of your shadow,
Barges into life more hollow.
Thou art a queen: Indeed,
Full of optimum grace to feed,
All being that cross thy path,
And blossomly for they that are your part.
Me-take this not as a woo trends,
But as a praise to my boo's friend.
Haddassah: Esther,
Yea,the queen of all fiestas.
Thou art been metamorphosed,
To light from darkness force.
Thou owe worry no dime,
For with you has my g.f dine.
And she'd promised me heartily,
To convey you relentlessly to his territory.
The Elegant maiden of his sanctuary!
c.2017
We can end this war in the world
without trace of bloodshed and
dark tears leaking on earth's surface.
Our bodies shall not be pages of bruises,
Peace is possible among humanity.
Our tomorrow shall be written with roses,
we can turn here a paradise earth,
Heaven on a graceful feet of the earth;
tears apart, weeping shall know no more
of our weakness dangling in the suffocated air.
Harmony could be an advocate of freedom,
pleasure, a pleasurable journey of mankind,
our iniquities not visible in the arms of
fifty shades of sensational sorrow lurking;
for we are here for each other' weakness.
Our noseful bodies shall not be named glutton
sucking all the air meant for all dignities.
Through the empire state of the mind,
we will build homes not forest of vale
if we fall not into the sweet lies of war.
Make not the sky broken again and
float on high over vales and hills...
if we crumbles, we'll rise breaking
walls of disunity of blood which
lies in bound that holds man.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Today I practiced
tai-chi in front of a mirror
with a dozen beginners my age.
I didn't apologize
as I thought I might.
Strange
to pick out the
reflexively familiar.
Icon I,
seen from the outside.
Some of us
would have commanded
with angry eyes
if rumples were smoothed
but now we listen.
They lined up like this
in many old photographs of
unsymmetric faces
unceremonious bodies,
dignities clinginging to fact.
Where is that daunting monster
Boogie man in life’s shadow
Master mentor and concierge
Whose touch I’ve come to know
To you I’ll waste no breath
Beauty is not long and septic
My daunting docent of death
Midwife to misery, work quick
What small dignities remain
Strung of vomiting seconds
Cultures a pearl of great pain
To ferry a man of no direction
Pugnacious crystals deflect penetrating light
Eyelashes dance along cheekbones come night.
Dirt-faced dignities transfix as delusions
Desolve dainty dandelions with nuclear fusion.
Sweat gathers in sleeping crevices along slacken skin
When deserved disillusionment wields unlikely fins
So set for disharmonization and discourse
Towards the mist of bogs and perverse intercourse.
I am beyond reason-
NO! I am at odds with reason
This unjustifiable act I deplore
Posing as righteous when in fact despicable
This thing which misconstrues that which is at its core
Burns and buries emotions
Makes suspect of all one once adored
Depleting credible relationships to useless parody
To associations that truly mean nothing to anyone, anymore
This posture of reason I detest
Flung about to objectify and belittle
To separate and strengthen lines of protest
To make the less priviledged be further ridiculed
Has one no heart?
No compassion?
No sense to be-
Beyond the constraints of social platters
All of which are matters that now mean nothing to me
For I have seen and in seeing have seen through
No longer shall I be reasoned with
No longer shall I be posed as the fool
For my heart and spirit are rich
Gorging on affairs that enrich
That bring one closer to the basis of their existence
That allows one to be rather than feel insufficent
The defect lies not in the feeling
But completely and purposefully in its reasoning
So I am at odds, bare strict contention with such beings
Such anomolies confused as dignities!
Pray with me that all problems to be solved
To all love to be lusted
And all bad clauses to be ended
Pray with me that all friends to be real
That all love drops no tears
That all friends to never disappear
Pray with me that all questions to be answered
And all taken is given back
Pray with me
That all torture to come with ease
That all suffer to be barred
Pray with me
That all years have all meaning
That all opportunities must be taken
Pray with me
That all lives to be no fake
That all things have all reasons
Pray with me
That all injures must be healed
And all happiness to be world wide
Pray with me
That all light to be shed
On all darkness to be uncovered
Pray with me
That all strength may arise
And all enemies to defeat
And all dignities to be honored
All love to be spread
All smiles to be true
All loyalty to be offered
All grace to be beautiful
All life to be good
Pray with me
To all be justified
The slowest clocks bind the official wound,
An azimuth of the flesh, trust, first contact,
She blinks but no face appears,
Does every mistake ask for such an ordinary end? A seed cannot forget.
Cold, weeping statue of lifetimes, suckle her prayer in the erupting bed.
Fallen beside the tear of the flower blight, lips against the penetrator,
Learn to forgive the righteous terrors for an idle comfort.
What numbing freedom presses the soft lump pulse?
Tongues rally to expose the ghost of private remorse,
Who conceals the dignities of a suction thigh grave.
--2009
NIGERIA II
Nigeria is this you the mighty?
The diamond in sought by moon faced ladies
From world of tale where value values
Discovered and polished by civilized dignities.
Nigeria is this you crumbled by hatred?
Pure gold covered with dust by the miners
Curtain call is for Cain
A land blessed than the biblical Eden
In the hands of greedy Rehoboam
Who swore to break your back with horsewhip
Children who delight in kill’ their mother on Birth stole.
Desperate ritualists who choose to Sacrif’e the oval.
When shall you rise in the hands of your enslavers?
Like Joseph of the coat of many colours.
Embroiled by chiefly huge gestures on show,
Contented like weaves on a star shape elope
Proudly upon high, and boast upon row;
A breadth full of whispers on one massive slope
These spherical blooms are a fist full of nature
Erupt with creation, where up and towards;
In a beautiful dream sharing dynamic stature
With dignities reaching the summit, rewards.
Protruding with traits that a model may pose
Sweet smell of success riding high on a whim;
A gathering mass of contentions transpose
Into something angelic, one heavenly hymn.
Combined as a crocus with tulip bulb sets-
And crescent green stubs on an organic stem;
Protruding like nothing on earth that forgets
That beauty came first in my memory to them.
Heaven
I tried to ascertain just what EYE might be.
EYE = Eternity.
A rally long time.
E = MC 3.
Heaven.
A boy running in a straight line and never tiring never
even stopping just running and running and never out
of breathe never worried about his little heart, no start
or beginning and no ending.
Wait , no that is not eye.
Heaven.
Three Old Men walking with walking sticks.
Walking in a straight line ,stately, and with dignity.
Three Old Men whom are dignities , walking in the desert,
passing bye a tent,turning out of the heat because
Abraham hailed them.
Please kind sirs stop in here and eye will feed them.
EYE am Heaven.
Eye am on my way to destroy the Sodom and Gomorrah.
For the hue and the cry of it has reached to me in Heaven.
Heaven.
Sometimes fire upon the wicked just to save them.
Heaven.
Life instead of death deserved.
Heaven.
Manna in the wilderness instead of a man in a red dress.
Heaven.
Eye could now go on and on and on and on and on and on and on,
Heaven???
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