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For long faulted as wicked causing pain,
And condemned as crooks of a cruel kind—
Old prejudice or heartless brain’s refrain,
Repeated ad nauseam a point to grind—
An error all the same of humankind,
Yet, thorns for sure, villains we never are,
Veil not Flowers your harsh front hid behind,
Thorns might have cruel look, but kindly core.
Your spring blossoms, Flowers, bestirred by breeze
Oft a caress steal at an early dawn,
Or take your youthful buds on life’s new lease,
Who love to pinch a spike of a naïve thorn.
Try to be your own judge O to tell us:
Who’s innocent, who has harsh animus?
II
Innocent who’s, who has impish passion,
Your spring blossom no less than red rage is
To us— lifelong mendicants on mission—
You lure, sway us— meditating sages,
Whenever your youthful blossoms embrace
Us, try sway us from our austere a course,
And still, we thorns not once have lost our grace,
Blamed no less still in popular discourse…
That, innocent seems to be tender skin,
Not our kind oh with a rough exterior,
We thorns are scarce evil from core within,
Yet, it’s not so to this world of error.
Aphrodite shoots with arrows of flowers,
Whilst Shiva’s trident fair blessings showers.
III
Yet, weapon of war’s called Shiva’s trident,
Whilst flowers get undue paeans of praise,
These ways or world fail not us to amaze,
If truth assailed is, it’s no accident.
Why, wonder I, He who would trident bear,
Cares for no worship performed with flowers,
Scorches passion of world, poison doth bear,
Why Shiva over all deities towers.
The way thorns are, no flower’s ever known,
We point places to go, point to the time,
Point at duty, why kings wear thorn-studded crown….
Not flowers, thorns point to places so prime.
Rejoice O Flowers still, you win the day,
Whilst doomed are we to live a life of lay.
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Crown of Sonnets |07.03.2024| flower, thorn
It is designed to run smoothly,
It is made to work freely,
It goes on its course,
It moves on its path,
Happy it goes,
Excited it travels,
It possesses the required momentum,
Its engines have been fired up,
With time we hear squeaks and creaks,
Its motion is inhibited,
Its velocity recedes,
It is assailed by elements of distress,
Troubles and perplexities beset it,
It is over saddled with
responsibilities and desires,
Anxieties take the reins,
Fear creeps in stealthy,
If these are not eliminated,
It comes to a stop,
The machine declines and dies,
Its purpose is fulfilled in a part,
Its intention is met in a piece.
May 17, 2022,
Edward Ibeh,
A Cog in The Machine,
Pick-A-Title, Vol. 30 - Poetry Contest.
If time of bad desire
Sits its rejection then,
It has crossed the limit.
When government gets err,
People suffer with rage.
If their rights neglect
Electing leaders by money
Tampered, pre-meditated
Betrayed by ill digital,
What democracy we expect
What progress we proceed
Sooner it invite violence.
The good is being assailed
For good men done nothing.
What do evil will do here
But to steal, to kill
Eventually, to destroy.
Everything hinder its path
Is obliteration, painful.
That sour grip is winning
Pomp into power, ill glory.
It's disheartening to core
Democracy is a distortion
Of too much bad influence
Greediness and lavishness
Die with your ill system
One day grave will hate
Patriots who died echoing,
With a loud voice rebuking,
Cursing, yell of nationalism
Saying, what have you done
Intellectual, youth of pride
People of good moral, wiser
What face our country has
What future for next gen
Where is free moral agency
What have you contribute
What have we as people.
Jesus is everyone who hangs on a tree
Jesus is everyone who sets us free
Jesus our everyone died in the place of me
Jesus our everyone fulfilled the law righteously
Jesus is everyone Who fulfilled, didn’t abrogate
Jesus is the everyone Who kept His first estate
Jesus our everyone rightly to be praised
Jesus our everyone with Him we are raised
Jesus is everyone the last Adam did prevail
Jesus is the everyone led captivity out of jail
Jesus our everyone foiled all assailed
Jesus our everyone withstood as the devil railed
Jesus is everyone Who counted it all joy, not loss
Jesus is everyone Who’s passion led to the cross
Jesus our everyone paid the price, counted the cost
Jesus our everyone came to redeem the lost
Jesus is everyone The Great I AM
Jesus is everyone The Sacrificial Lamb
Jesus our everyone in the thicket the Ram
Jesus our everyone He is both God and Man
Jesus is everyone Who intercedes for men
Jesus is everyone and Amen and Amen to The Amen
(The writer Bourget is discussing the murder of
his friend, Gaston Calmette. Sixte is the hero of
one of Bourget's novels. Proust, another novelist,
lived in the street where the murder occurred.
Sorel was a pre-Fascist philosopher.)
3. Paul Bourget
I wonder why she'd do it? It's unclear,
at least to me, why Calmette had to die.
Unless we penetrate the sleek veneer,
we'll never know the who, the how, the why.
Like Sixte, assailed by Greslou's angry mother,
poor Calmette had to square the circle, and
make heat and ice accord with one another.
One might as well try growing rice on sand.
Perhaps the novelist may be of use.
The fellow Proust lives near, at one-three-three.
He'll know how human nature's an abstruse,
illogical, symbolic pot-pourri.
Or Sorel is the moral. We're not free.
For all our empty talk of Liberty,
our lives are ruled by (could we only see!)
the crude determinist machinery
that novels have. For such lèse-majesté
he got his just come-uppance. Ça suffit.
Current world reality
Equals with timeline of insanity
Indifference is tempting many'
As an alcove of sanctuary
Solace seeking in ambiguity.'
Abdication hovers in the shadows
Pales of sincerity assailed en-masse
Many souls are impaled upon them
Righteous existence is their foundation
Eons established their warriors are
To be removed' to act in the reordering
The utmost heaven will be reinforced.'
A great purging a new discipling enacted
Former drug dependants alcaholics whores
And murderers plus many others, will be
Sanctified.' by the their struggles through sin.
Carried on the flood of the blood tide amen.'
They will judge the angels and Gods heaven
Will be swept meticulously under His direction
Then are His armies unleashed.' To satans doom
All this preceeded by appointed blood moons'
I’m just twirling in the center of my room.
I’ve got way too much to do.
Has that ever happened to you?
I’m assailed, derailed and impaled by indecision.
I can’t find my lucky pencil and I have a final in 90 minutes
I have lab results to qualify and I’ve a term paper to finish.
I have two problem-sets due and I must arrange movers.
Despite my burn-out, I should start packing for move-out.
In order to get our reservations and tickets in hand,
we’ve got to finalize our summer plans.
On my theoretical schedule - I’m behind -
oh, and there’s a mountain of laundry to climb.
In finals week everything is ratcheted up.
and there’s the weighty and unavoidable demands of sleep.
I’m just a girl about to pass out in her room, over-caffeineed,
from chugging a large, iced coffee after 3 hours of sleep.
I’ve read that stress can affect valuations.
I think it’s true.
I twirl.
.
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When Satan uttered through the snake
Eve’s faith in God he sought to shake.
His questions circled in a route
that he sure hoped would create doubt.
His wooing words worked like a charm
they did not in Eve stir alarm.
God’s firm command she disobeyed
And then Adam’s pure mind, she swayed.
When Jesus came in Adam’s place
to rescue our fallen race.
The Devil tried his faith to shake
and to His Father’s will forsake.
Jesus prevailed where Adam failed
His faith held when sorely assailed.
When in Gethsemane He prayed
His faith prevailed, in God’s will He stayed.
And as He died upon the cross
His faith was pure and without dross.
Beyond the tomb, He could not see
In His victory, faith was the key.
The ones who would with Jesus stand
when persecution’s flames are fanned
would be those who His faith retains
and faithful to His law remains.
The faith of Jesus is so strong
It helped Him withstand Satan’s throng.
His faith is bestowed as a gift
to help saints stand and never drift.
Nietzsche declared that God is dead
Since thoughts of Him man’s heart has fled.
If it is true that God is dead
Let hearts of men be filled with dread.
Once God had died the race was on
among the gods man’s mind would spawn,
which one would fill the space God left?
Yea, who would occupy the cleft?
The no-God notion tried and failed
To fill the void man’s proud heart veiled
The need for one greater than man
Whose essence man’s mind cannot span.
Materialism also failed
As grift and greed man’s heart assailed.
Possessions could not fill his need
Once man from his God did secede.
Scientists tried God’s role to fill
Their efforts cannot fit the bill.
The inventions their knowledge yields
spawn hazards that are like minefields.
Marxism, and all the other isms
has left society mired in schisms.
Man sought freedom by declaring God dead,
The absence of God brought bondage instead.
God’s replacements have failed to quell
The yearnings that in man’s mind swell.
These cravings only God can fill
As man accedes unto His will.
Grief and love and wonder
Can scarce exist in so frail a place
As my fragile heart
Daughter of the Most High King
Your wick is trimmed, your lamp is full
And I am sundered, torn apart
Long together have we journeyed
O’er a road, sometimes a highway
At times, a rocky trail
O that you would not leave me
Wander boldly on ahead
Thoughts that make my courage fail
Love that’s nearly bursting
Dams beneath the eyes assailed
Watching as you breath
Would that you would stay a bit
Tarry in my arms a while
Before you leave
Wonder that He called to you
For the great adventure
To that far-off shore
Grief and love and wonder
Treasures of a life with you
Who could ask for more?