Written: September 08, 2024 For Edward Ibeh Contest
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He has blue eyes and lovely blond hair,
Curls rose above his pink and pretty ware.
Do not mention his background or affairs,
With Africa by people who settled there.
His father's family tree has extensive roots,
Has Swedish, Cajun French, and British limbs.
Grafts from Choctaw and Cherokee wood routes,
That got some black stems from long-time whims.
His mother comes from a Creole background,
Descendants of a native African tribe.
Parentage from France and Spain was found,
And mingled with Bayou Indians and more vibe.
Because intolerance and hatred confine,
They also obstruct the expansive plain.
Therefore, bigots are vindictive and supine,
It is only clear to observe the gutter drain.
There are no pleasant views of the spleen,
There are no cloverfields or rolling greens.
Restricted minds lack the ability to see,
a breathtaking panorama of the scene.
And biased men with pretentious pride,
While in white, they become narrow-eyed.
who despise Blacks, Jews, and Native side,
They are completely sealed and closed inside.
Written: October 12, 2023
Cinquain Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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Guile gust
I grasp your gasp
goad grafts gently glowing
the gray grove greenery growing
glean grace
Skies Straight
I snared your sight
Schizoid swing of Steward
sewn souls spewing as oxblood stems
stark stance
Wince, wight
I've weaned your whiff
the world-wedged wink was wrapped
while not washing down the wild waft
when whet
Froth flow
your frisk frame flits
follow fall foliage
freshly framed flimsy fruity field
faint flame.
Sand stake
of smog steam sieve
you stride in silence steps
by slamming a skulker-shaped slope
spread string.
Third degree burns? I just get hot;
Finally, deep enough to wound;
Painful skin grafts can't get a shot,
to my frequency you were tuned;
Beneath the surface desire crooned,
I'll be your willing apprentice;
Eyes flashing 'Danger' I just swooned,
thriving in a consuming kiss.
God, earn a place in our hearts
As we feeble being
Sighting us, we strive for grafts
Save our day of rising
Love each day, is his way
Share thoughts, set time to pray.
Try to grasp facts each day
save us from spates
god, earn a place.
Written: February 04, 2022
Prayer wheels make me dizzy
getting tangled in my hair
I bought scissors ten a penny
clumps and mats everywhere
Prayer wheels make me giddy
I shave my head, going spare
Place a thimble on each finger
using pin cushions, roots I pare
Prayer wheels make me hazy
I scalp myself beyond repair
Hack skin grafts off my legs
botched job, a skull’s laid bare
Prayer wheels make me crazy
at brain tissue, I readily tear
Pus blooms inside my eyeballs
and optic nerves, reek despair
By
David Kavanagh
“A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” – Jean de La Fontaine
Trials amid tribulation
failures, gradual adaptations
life a series of grafts
some taking, others left for dead
a simple weave
making their way thru your head
stitches try to make scars
more bearable
but the shameful still bleed
from within
where are you my destiny
as I battle life alone in this bed?
stars have come out tonight
and music begins to play
sync my soul with happenstance
our future sits at bay
sip slowly from her chalice
don't let this one slip away
dreams aren't meant for dying
let the living excite the day
You won't know what it's like to heal until you can feel gravity,
Until the cavity in your heart takes skin from your soul and grafts itself anew.
See, once you've had a little taste of trauma, you expect it for every meal, and you keel over in pain when disdain isn't there for comfort.
Anxiety becomes your security and depression your delight, you fight to stay down because nothing else is right.
Nothing else is real.
But one day, you say 'enough' - I'm tougher than this and bliss is where I want to be.
Free and unafraid, justice will be paid as you stare darkness in the eyes and the lies in your head fall away.
You are more than what you have been told. You are bold and unashamed.
Winter wrapped Autumn in a shroud of white
after Jack Frost had stripped the trees of green.
And a contrite sun diminished its light;
while a dulcet moon loaned Winter its sheen.
And yet, when Spring arrives with poise and grace,
Her tepid breath starts warming Winter's freeze.
And as ice and snow melt without a trace,
She grafts green stubble onto naked trees.
Rain-soaked seeds await Nature's direction,
as April showers quench a thirsty Earth.
And overruling Winter's objection,
Spring prepares the thawed soil for life's rebirth.
Restoring color Winter's white washed out;
tulips, trilliums, and daffodils sprout.
Last summer was dry
Grass turned brittle
Beetles devoured roses
Fumes from sweltering engines swept over
dusty streets like ghosts.
The ground cracked.
Bits of dirt crumbled in my hands.
Bone dry desert thoughts
Puffy lip,tongue cleaving thoughts
like what if memories become mirages?
Wild thoughts clothed in sackcloth and ashes
like what if grief grafts itself into my soul
so deeply
it becomes who I am?
That summer,loneliness cleaved to me
pulling me down to the dust
until I could taste it.
It was a dry,sere summer.
I prayed for sun darkening clouds
so that rain would trickle down your body
cleansing you from pain.
Your courage cracked.
As you prayed for death
bits of hope crumbled in my hands.
My eyes searched yours.
Like a vapor or a mist, your spirit left.
In but a moment you were no longer there.
by Barbara Aquila
His anger plows my heart
but does not plant any seeds
weeds of anger he grafts
on the ridges and valleys
of work I can do so well
Day dream deep draft
Conjure clear craft
Work wealthy way
Set sublime say
Cast cheery calm
Blooms bestow balm
Choice creates craft
Grow gracious grafts
Troubles trace tough
Rude renders rough
Wonder works writes
Clear conscious cites
Be beyond blame
Note nimble name
Welcome wise wealth
Heap happy health
Leon Enriquez
24 March 2017
Singapore
Bright blessings bind
Move mellow mind
Speak softly sane
Voice vibrant vein
Still silence shows
Feed fragrant flow
Live lofty lines
Meet mindset mine
Thrill touching tease
Esteem earns ease
Apt affluence aims
Tensile toil trains
Grace grafts grand gifts
Let laughter lift
Charming choice cheers
Face fragile fears
Dance dreamy days
Pick pretty plays
Craft charming choice
Ply precious poise
Words winding well
Swift sensuous sell
Feel floral flair
Answer apt airs
Set simple sights
Dance deep delight
Leon Enriquez
03 June 2016
Singapore
Now spring will bring another time of change
As apprehension raises my eye brows
I welcome beauty to these days so strange
Though family values take an exit bow
The closeness that we cherished long ago
Has slowly faded like the winter days
While everything we use we now dispose
Including principles of moral ways
Technology replaced talks face to face
Divorce now grafts new branches to our trees
Adultery is viewed as commonplace
And vows to God and spouse we break with ease
I welcome beauty to these days so strange
But wonder what the next thing is we'll change
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Feel fancy flow feed flavours free
Sweet secrets show succinct sightsee
Glimpse grandeur's glow graciously
Bear blooms bright blessing boom
Zooming zesty zeal zooms
Gifts grafts grand groom
Charm calm choice
Please poise
Voice
Leon Enriquez
27 February 2016
Singapore
pain is
a mind thing
blue skys
Each day I awake and kiss the stubs on my hand - - - now, five of them. I never broke! Remembering each day, I thankfully kiss the feet of God in my mind. I thank him for the fact that they have only cut off another joint. All night they threatened - - - and had finally cut it off. I recoup while they get some sleep. I never broke, but I cried. I begged, pleaded and cussed, because they wanted a show more than the information. I had learned self-hypnosis as a kid. Little did I think then of how I would use it.
So, here I sit today. No fingers, no toes. I need about fifty skin grafts but you know?- - - I’m all right !!. I’m all right. I have loved and felt love. I have had the joy of being a son, a brother, a husband and a father. I don’t owe anyone an apology.
Now, I pray to be able to look deep within myself. I want to retreat far enough into my mind to find that bridge. I want the path to the other side.
So, sleepy, so much blooo ......... . . . !
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