Keeping your eyes something heavenly
Is worth afterlife a good preparation
Life is fleeting we don't know its end
The reasons why people getting wiser for
A wise person looks ten times or more
He has a futuristic mind than us normal
He sees what's beyond the line horizon
He thinks deeper beyond the Milky Way
He has reason to curiosity and apathy
He has inner-self to talk with praise
For the wise everything has its purpose
The lamentation of soul is his far cry.
A Far Cry
A far cry from home
A man sat drinking
Up a storm
2o drinks too sober
Down on his luck
Living by his wits
Down and out
On the street
Of fabled Bangkok
Just another loser
Flotsam white boy
Lost in inner space
Out of his mind
Dreaming dark dreams
As he continued to drink
A far cry from home
A far cry contest entry
May 3, 2021
A seagull soars over the ocean with upward force and thrust
Far away in the distance a whale swims away from a human spoon
Another era of uncertainty, an empty shore, a virus battle cry
Resonating through the land Mother nature weeps, silently....
Classification of humans bawling at the sky what have we done ?
Rallies, lineups, vaccine hiccups, blubbering children of the past
Yearning for health we offer up our arms, hoping for freedom.
Date: April 29, 2021
Contest Name: This or That Vol 2
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
A far cry; ascent, unless we decry
Fearful desires that makes loving heart sigh
Know, oh hermit, we are our tormentor
Both, the meek prisoner and fierce captor
Deaf to voice of conscience, as love draws nigh
Free soaring spirit, reaches for the sky
Living life fully, before we do die
Let’s make not merger, with The Creator
A far cry
This world of contrast, has both lows and highs
Ours is but to do, not to reason why
In silence and stillness, meditator
In midst of turbidity, placater
Is as yet the life we lead, a deep lie
A far cry
26-April-2021
This or That, Vol 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: A far cry
Child
Cries for
Lack of food
Mother helpless
Tears roll down her cheeks heart full of sorrow
Can you hear his shrill cry from the far end
Scrawny and lean
There he stand
Famished
Solo
Date of submission: 17/04/2021
Title chosen: A Far Cry
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
your foulmouthed shout
weaves angry waves
bashes my ear drums
pierced I wail in vain
as the echo gets closer
staccato crescendo
climax refrain
can’t shut you out
cannot withhold
silence won’t come
until the final note
that fails to abate
our melody out of tune
sweet memories wane
why so cruel I dare
to object and stall
in anxious mourning
beaten I tap on my scull
hardcore discordance
dis-phonic noise pollution
where harmony morphed
into orchestral acrimony
until I dust off the harp
restring my guitar
triangular chords
block coda and pain
reclaim my own music
mute your assault
scream as loud as you want
eat your words
digest my freedom
croak as you wish
while I breathe fresh love
15th April 2021
Contest This or That Volume two
A far Cry
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Hopeless cries from faraway Africa are heard
Searing sands of Ethiopia cry for sustainable water
Children are dying, never having spoken a word.
Desperate fathers guard the starving cattle herd
As temperatures rise, getting hotter and hotter
Hopeless cries from faraway Africa are heard.
Mothers with helpless eyes, sticky and blurred,
Cling fast to their tiny, sickened son or daughter
Children are dying, never having spoken a word.
Their last meal shared a small portion of curd
They dare not a precious newborn calf slaughter
Hopeless cries from faraway Africa are heard.
Sounds of mourning nearby, a family gathered
Neighboring families too weak to console a father
Children are dying, never having spoken a word.
Here in America with our wealth we have erred
Someday the wealthy piper must pay the potter
Hopeless cries from faraway Africa are heard
Children are dying, never having spoken a word.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written April 11, 2021
For "This or That, Vol 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
It's a far cry from
those days that'd cry out for a
cry off in full cry.
Help!
Help!!
Help!!!
Save our souls!
We are dying of lassa disease
And they told us it is a lesson to learn.
We are been shut up by boko Haram
And they smile on their white chairs and
Told us that we don't need to be alive.
Help for we are dying of pains in Nigeria,
Help for we are melting in Africa without help;
Purged eyes
Excusing
Itself
Because
No
One it ready
To tell us to come.
Our legs are no more ours
Totality has made us insane,
Help!!
Help!!
Help!!!
Let's ring the bell together to the world
Of Ebola that ravenge us in a sweet morning
Eyes opened
With
A
Wings that
Hurt.
We are men of honour but our honour is gone
Drained with a special liquid that gladden their soul.
Help,
Love
And kiss
Us
Because
We have seen
Pains
Beckoning on us.
Our education is dead!!
Between our legs they kicked it dead;
Our homes are destroyed in the broad day light
We are not yet given the reasons for the destruction.
Help!
Help!!
Help us!!!
For we
Are dying in silent
This is the cry from a failed country.
(C) John chizoba Vincent
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