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Silent kiss

I loved you. 
I know asking you to love me back is not what love is about. With you I’ve seen what true love is all about. Forgiving you in the gravest of situations and picking up the pieces of us even when it hurts my hand. With you I’ve seen what love is not about. You neglecting my hurting hand is not love. 
Dreams of us running wild in the rain, looking into your eyes with my hand in your hair, no horizon, no end…have come to an end.
There are no butterflies, no blooming flowers, no loud love confessions.
When you walked into the garden that day, I expected it to turn from night to day, but you stepped on the grass and it died, it turned to ash, you entered and the colour slowly faded as the fountain went dry. The rose wilt and withered as you walked upto me. 
You touched me and I turned to dust, mixed with the wind and gone. And the beautiful plot of my oasis turned to desolate land.

The Unwanted

He came to live his life in peace 
To put all his troubles at ease 
But like a garbage, he was shunned 
Almost short of being gunned 

He didn't even know why 
They even wanted him to die 
Like he did the gravest sin
Like there's a leproid on his skin 

He was scoffed and he was shamed 
It's just short of being framed 
For, just a dime, he didn't know why 
Often he looked up to ask the sky 

How he wanted to be just him 
To live simple, forget his dream 
To share with them all that he knew 
Even for free, from dust till dew

He's short of being crucified 
They thought their act was justified 
So fled, he did, like melted snow 
To look for a new place to grow 

To be a stranger in another place 
Is even better, if they respect your face 
Than live in place you call your own 
Where your people hate you to the bone

A gifted person once lived in that place but they chose to hate him for his flaws than to accept him for what he could contribute for the common good. Though, he still needs to come back to dispose of what he left in that place

Bilocation

Heart, in two places at a time 
At times, it is the gravest crime 
Its waves leave a broken future 
And young souls that thirst for nurture 
For shattered hearts, there's no fixture 

Like a ship sailing on two seas 
In playing fire, there's no peace 
Its shadows echo in the mind 
It makes then pure heart deaf and blind 
And the then caring, so unkind 

Before you give your heart away 
Make sure your mind will go to stay 
Your heart and mind, being at one 
To not regret things you've done 
More so, when your fairness was gone

Days of Zoom and Gloom

In these days of Zoom and Gloom
    'round every bend, crises loom

  Paranoid extremists holding sway
    all the streets, they are one-way

  My friend today's my foe tomorrow
    his infinitesimalist joy, my gravest sorrow  

  Trolls and losers spook the young
    bullies silence their tender tongues...

  Now, as for what is to be done
    Patience, please ~ Long live the Sun!

Bounty of Repast

gravest blessings,

who can eat when heart’s filled with grief?

             —all we can do

11/7/2021

*repast is a gathering after a funeral

W-A-R

The three-letter word
we'd rather not hear
and many a soldier
  no longer holds dear

A word that means blood
and guts spilled for what
promising peace talks
  once open... now shut

A word that strikes fear
in the hearts of the bravest
plays Taps on trumpets
  for Tragedies gravest

O Curse of a Century

O curse of a century

O Calamity of a century,
Enough thieving of precious human life,
Keen we’re to see thy date of expiry.

As plague ye came, hoary thy history,
Unleashing a terror of gravest strife,
O thou curse of this chequered century.

Ye came as flue not any less deadly,
No withered virus, virulent its jibe,
Nor tamed, nowhere seen its life expiry.

Corona as now creepy and scary,
With mutants of many a varied type,
Messenger O of Death from mortuary,

Thought, year twenty had reigned more than plenty,
‘Las, what followed has dug in more than rife,
O Year Twenty-One, when’s thy expiry?

O Tragedy Smidgeon of great fury,
O Crowned Tsar, thy bite sharper than of knife,
Time's ripe to go, hasten but not slowly,
We’re keen to see thy back, better hurry. 
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Villanelle |09.04.2021|
Topic: tragedy, calamity

Dance To Forget

I’ve seen enough desperados
like you in my day
daring to dance
perched upon the precipice
burned too many times
flesh charred to the bone
from diving deep into
the same polluted pool
of acid affection
In a world of razorblade romance
and sardonic smiles
sincerity doesn’t stand a chance
of being noticed or acknowledged
Imperfection the gravest sin
A heart such as mine
could never hope to win
I can’t listen to love songs anymore
or I’d never get out of bed
yet they still echo in my head
though my stereo speakers
are silent and I no longer sing
Flinging fallen stars I wished on
out of my window as I watch you
remembering that
some dance to forget

Best Halloween In 2022

Witches who snitch were caught slipping eye-of-newt
Into sandwiches of dog es but at first it did not compute.
What kind of a Halloween party is this? Does it have a pedigree?
I would like to join, said the vampire loving bit-Emoji.

The harvest moon brought in ghouls known as gory cheerleaders.
Gravest goon’s music revved up fright, for they are fear-seeders.
Mediocre cats who had not suited their ill-tempered witches
Were relegated outside to grab legs as kids walked past dark ditches.

Dracula had arrived with Frankenstein’s wife at his side;
We all knew there’d be trouble when Frankenstein came inside.
The cheerless, the tearless, the meanest bobbed for apples.
Some of the teen ghouls satisfied snob-hobbing with Snapples.

Leaking all over the floor was a silly un-dead skeleton.
He had been gulping down slime. No wait! It was green gelatin.
The zombies, the owls, the ravens, the gargoyles too.
Admitted it was the best Halloween in year 2022.

Just Too Late

It’s quite obvious but I think people are refusing to look.
Perhaps they don’t listen to their minds or pretend their 
blind and don’t see.
In general, they may claim: ‘well, it don’t affect me’

These risks are by them seen calculated and measured.
The economy must run even though that may cause the 
innocent to be endangered.

Covid’s still out there and it’s still running free.
It does not care about you, our loved ones or me.
To think that the new normal is here, we survived, we’re 
home free!
Indeed that may be the gravest mistake we’ll ever make 
and it maybe too late, just too late for us to see.

Old Age

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Tomorrow is a birthday of the gravest consequence...
Proclivity denied in me the ancient, awful truth
but I now see quite clearly from the Crone's side of the fence,
the aperture slam shut upon the saga of my youth

I feel the marrow turn to dust inside each drying bone,
all nuance of fertility drains from my barren womb
I pray that in my final hours, I won't be left alone
to hear the bells a-tolling, as now, I'm aware for whom!

I'm bound to be quite feeble, if I make it past the day
Please, look in on me often to attest that I am fine
It's with temerity, though, that I hold on, anyway,
with luck, perhaps I'll see the ripe old age of twenty-nine...

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10/29/2018

Kindle of Love

 Resounding
echoes of mauve
endowed
gratified bliss
to my gravest woe.
Life’s heedless
demands,
I fear not-
Though I’ve
sought rain in
weak moments,
my hidden nature
of love always kindles 
my
empyrean soul.



Human Nature Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
September 19, 2018

Patriotism

In my opinion,
Patriotism
is one of our most gravest sins,
promoting nothing but separatism.
causing conflict and tension among many nations,
as opposed to practicing problem solving,
towards a peaceful global unification.

Choice Gives Direction To Truth

Overpowering shadows of yesterday's demons 
those influenced by toxic beliefs casting lots uncaring

Bond within faith to uphold the written word correctly
Craftily weaving those caught into error of dogma 

Not vigilant against danger in an unwary manner 
sentimetalism under physical acts of deep awareness 
Unguarded to highlight this gravest deceit shows faceless

Kneeling beneath modernising facts 
identifying with dismantling holy literature 
this opens a window into the modern world to come

Lifting oneself above God 
a foretaste of the anti Christ 
leaves an arid taste to souls silenced from speech

Burnt Into Ash My Sad Soul Looks Far Back

Burnt Into Ash My Sad Soul Looks Far Back

In youth, my spirit was a climbing vine
dressed in green leaves upon white oak tree
Seeking light, I was walking a true line
in shade of path that was truly free

Storms weathered sheltering branches
bringing sun's hot beams upon my head
I sought more, took gravest of chances
of true love's blessing and being well fed

Once cast upon dirt and parched ground
my legs found needed strength to run
Racing winds sent that deceiving sound
soon, I forgot the heat of blazing sun

Burnt into ash my sad soul looks far back 
Long ago, in tree's top, I was once on track

Robert J. Lindley, 7-14-1999

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