One word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart.
Unknown to those who ventilate can leave
festering wounds upon a fragile heart.
You spurt out things and deem you're being smart.
Think it doesn't hurt? You're being so naive;
One word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart.
It's far, far so easy to tear apart
clueless that the other could receive
festering wounds upon a fragile heart.
A stranger, lover, teller at Walmart;
Don't yell or rant because you have a peeve.
One word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart.
An argument there was no need to start;
because in the end, what did it achieve?
Festering wounds upon a fragile heart
Pause a moment before you speak, restart;
think about your words, do not disbelieve;
one word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart
festering wounds upon a fragile heart.
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Date wrote: 12th March 2022
When the world awaits a sense of guidance,
and finds none, there's a festering wound.
When countries grow weary for lack of leadership,
there's a festering wound longing for attention.
A wound festers where pain defies even the cure.
When politicians create agendas offering neither solution
nor opposition to downward spirals, there's a festering wound.
And wounds will fester where there is fear and lack of resolve.
When there are conflicts, pride, and no resolutions,
there's a festering wound inviting infection and death.
Wounds fester where ignorance becomes crown king.
A festering wound leads to disease, conflict, war, and chaos.
And finally, when the religious community is indifferent
and refuses to pray or repent, there's a festering wound.
031122PSCtest, 'Pick-A-Title, Vol 29-', Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Festering Wound. 3P
A little leaven leavens the whole lump,
A moment of festering,
The whole body is thrown off balance,
The whole body is out of coordination,
A moment of taking off the eyes,
A moment of negligence,
Wound festers and pesters the body,
It is infected and
defects the body’s mechanism,
Let wound be washed clean,
Disinfected and protected,
Covered with a sterile covering,
Its healing, our benefit,
Its rejuvenation, our energizing,
Festering wound,
A bane to mankind’s pursuit.
March 8, 2022
Pick - A - Title Poetry Contest: Festering Wound
Edward Ibeh
It was past midnight
The moon, a sphere of luminosity!
But she saw the frozen grimace of death
And the nocturnal bats in gyrating motion
Meteors of shame and repugnance
Flashed past her darkened sky,
Cockroaches scurried in her brain,
All the nerves taut and about to break
Her heart bleeding in silence
And her body burning, burning
Agony once subsided, surged back
Stronger than ever before
The cut once healed now
Has turned into a festering wound
Unable to bear the pain anymore
Finding no water to wash away her guilt,
With no contrition enough to ease
The twinge of her conscience,
She drew out a piece of paper
From her locked up cupboard
Which she would never open again
And hastily scribbled something
Without qualms
Without frills
Never waiting for another day
Of impotent remorse,
She set out to a destination unknown
Where Past, Present and Future
Merge and coalesce
Into
The muted whispers of stillness
Placed First
March 4, 2022
“Pick-a-Title Vol. 29” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
The family ties are frayed by a festering wound
The siblings are fighting over their parent’s will,
The oldest brother a younger sister has impugned.
As fighting continued, another sister was marooned
Months have passed and the arguments rage still,
The family ties are frayed by a festering wound.
Threatening behavior, accusations, anger ballooned,
Some children are refusing to pay the funeral bill,
The oldest brother a younger sister has impugned.
Several in-laws have found themselves lampooned,
Although they have kept their hands out of the mill,
The family ties are frayed by a festering wound.
Sadly, the children and cousins are being groomed
Even some family “friends” have come in for the kill
The oldest brother a younger sister has impugned.
Now, some have hired lawyers who are fine-tuned
And anxious to get their greedy hands in the till,
The family ties are frayed by a festering wound
The oldest brother a younger sister has impugned.
[Festering Wound]
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written March 4, 2022
Especially for “Pick-a-Title Vol. 29” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Take the skin off my back turn me into a rug
Treat me as everybody else, something to walk over
Tell me i am important and original to get what you want
Tear the teeth from my skull, cauterize my gums together
Nothing I say every seem important anyway
Sew my hands and feet together so you know I will never be able to run away
When you have finished saw my head off and mount it on the wall
If you have company over just cover my face so I will not be able to shame you
Just make sure nobody enters your closet space, for that is where you left my corps to rot
Leaving me to fester slowly away to join the skeletons in your bedroom
When waking to a new dawned morn,
refreshed from healthy, dreamy sleep,
we soon confront all held, old scorn
that we have yet to cleanly sweep.
We will sip pain in our coffee,
day long notice it in our seat.
Ignored, resentment will ill spree
through us and constantly repeat.
Hurts fester, ever growing scope.
Our anger will feed while we dine,
when bathing rage can froth like soap
while we read, bile shows in each line.
Only forgiveness will bring light
to ease the weight of each felt slight.
All that gain comfort from sight, and claim not ache,
Those that smile and wait for that plant to grow,
Who, craving pleasure, are merely to take,
Staring blankly with self-proclaiming flow;
They surely do integrate falsehood’s patience;
With a cunning glamour toward their jewels;
They claim to be kings within maiden's graces;
Others are liars, and the rest sheer fools;
The stemming delight seems to be weeping still,
Though to many she shimmers in her glee;
So that rose festers in wake of man’s cruel will,
As the bluest one demands to break free;
So by heaven leave the festering rose
Find a constant maiden—a gem that glows
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