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This ship in His Majesty’s fleet is very good.
I am with the crew of the HMS Hood.
I am so proud to serve on this pride of the fleet.
She is a first-class battlewagon complete.
Since the war began, things have been quite frantic.
The Germans have wreaked havoc in the North Atlantic.
Just see what has happened down South America way.
They caused some trouble with their ship, the Graf Spee.
However, they now have a huge maritime bulwark.
This is a formidable battleship they have named the Bismarck.
I know there will be some inevitable confrontations.
When they occur, we will go to our battle stations.
We are the sailors of the proud British Navy.
The Hood is our best and the most mighty.
America's bulwark, strong and true,
Resolved to defend, the red, white, and blue.
Mighty warriors, brave and bold,
Years of service, stories paroled.
Since '75, a nation's might,
On fields of battle, day and night.
Loyalty and honor, their guiding star,
Defending freedom, near and far.
In every conflict, they stand tall,
Embracing duty, answering freedom's call.
Ready to fight, for liberty's flame,
Sacrifice and courage, their noble name.
All through history, their valor known,
Rising to challenges, never alone.
Modern heroes, with hearts of steel,
Yearning to shield, the public's zeal.
Onward they march, with purpose and pride,
Fighting for justice, on every tide.
The Army's strength, a powerful force,
Heroes among us, taking their course.
Every soldier, a testament to might,
Unity and valor, shining bright.
Serving with honor, a legacy grand,
All across the land, a helping hand.
'Helpless' is an adjective I never thought
my hand would write to describe the despair
that's wound its way deep inside my heart.
Honestly, I'm only the catalyst of my own life,
the taproot that strengthens my mindset,
my cornerstone, my anchor, my backbone
when I wobble in the wind over matters
that I deem too serious to contemplate.
Lately, my thoughts swing back and forth,
from heights and depths, highs and lows.
My conscience cannot abide the seesaw
on which it rides up and down.
It wants to get off but can't find the right stride
to control where my troubled mind goes.
What fulcrum will serve as a bulwark for me?
Today I turn away from the bitterness and strife,
but tomorrow my mind will again pivot upon life.
I am a pendulum, swinging in the air,
but I have no counterweights to spare.
I try to bury my worries, but I still hear them chime.
There's no place to hide from a revolution.
Persecution of the innocent is a wretched crime.
What can I do to ease such chaos and lament?
I pray for Divine intervention with the intention
that God's mercy will help humankind
endure their banes and lessen their pains.
But is it His plan to save man in this way?
I've become unsure that He will intervene.
With so much folly and corruption in the world
I wonder... should I keep my sails unfurled
and take flight so that I might never see
horrors in the night and the bitter blight,
the tragedy being inflicted upon each other.
Or should I stay to fight with my brothers?
Given my druthers, there'd be no choice to make
if greed in fiendish ones, they would forsake.
What hub could serve as the center point,
a crux where minds meet to ease the tension,
and erase the apprehension in our society?
If there is an answer it has not come to the fore.
Must that mean war is the only solution?
Is there no resolution, something awesomely sublime,
to be a lever of sanity and give proper perspective
to a world standing on the edge of fanatical unrest?
I've no answer that would end the volatile upheaval
or staunch the flow of blood driven by an evil ego.
To negate the vile ones who are assailing humanity,
will take a mind shrewder than mine has to reveal.
March 8, 2022
Consciousness Fulcrum Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
When the flood came,
It was beyond what I envisaged,
It was deeply overwhelming,
My feet could barely find a place,
I've seen my father wade through floods,
Floods of varying depths,
Some almost swallowed him,
Some flow was turbulent,
He could hardly stand,
Everything he had was almost swept away,
He said,
Floods are an integral part of life,
He said,
Without flood life's story is incomplete,
For it spices life's experiences,
I'd rather wade through a
laminar flow than a turbulent,
I’d rather raise a bulwark against a turbulent flow,
Make it flow in slow successions,
For the floods on the inside
in no way can be compared
to those on the outside,
They’re extreme disasters,
Only the unseen power is potent a bulwark.
February 08, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 28 Poetry Contest –
Along comes a flood
Edward Ibeh
The spouse betook monthly outing
today May 4th, 2022
to 3938B Ridge Pike,
Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426.
No more bare cupboards,
fridge, and deep freezer
since returning with more than
our share of daily bread,
plus other sundry provisions
referring to this mister, who
frightfully squawks like an old geezer,
ruler of roost,
plus the missus – ole hen pecker
nevertheless, neither of us
ain't no spring chicken
being locked within crosshairs
constituting elderly stage,
she doth dread
feeling like a charity case
swallows her pride,
cuz ample carload for us,
alleviating this bum searching
for crumbs to tweezer,
thus raw bits of powdermilk biscuits,
I need not scavenge, scrape, scrounge...
substantial commestibles
allows poet taster to breathe easy
inadequately satiates the missus,
(whose Godzilla appetite) defies
(cole) laws of nature to beef fed
predominantly healthy food,
that weighted our automobile like a led
zeppelin choking, intermittently
kickstarting, sputtering... along,
asper in (faux wheel) drive wheezer
putting utmost pressure
borne by taxing groovy tire tread.
Once mission (not so impossible,
but blessed relief) complete, I did aim
upon returning where we live
to acknowledge gratitude and claim
salvation for charitable deeds,
yours truly doth exclaim,
these volunteers, none I know by name,
nonetheless, a hearty poetic L'Chaim
afforded folks, who commandeer,
confidently coordinate quite efficient process
despite minor lament regarding
heavy toll stressing bulwark
quaking chassis, ripsnorting driveshaft,
shimmying entire automobile frame...,
hence no matter
our exhausted 2009 Hyundai Sonata
puttered along somewhat lame,
kudos to dedicated good samaritans,
worth their weight in gold to tame
hungrily growling, noisily rumbling tummies.
Healthy choices allow, enabled,
and provided us to secure provender
eases glum countenance of this clown
gratuity finds me bowing down
paying metrical obeisance
versus depleting meager monies
engendering botox frown
nipping in bud
forestalling need going
to preferred market such as
Aldi, LIDL, Redner's, Target
or Trader Joe's grocery shopping
to the nearest town.
Now is the Aquarian Age and its predictable backlash
while America scares the hell into us.
Where culture wars of identity and recrimination
have become silos of information isolation.
Where critical thought and intellectualism
is targeted for finger pointing and 'woke' blaming.
They besmirch compassion under the rubric 'socialism'.
As though democratic socialism is, or has ever been, a bad thing?
Ask your Grandmother if she appreciates her pension?
Do you drive on roads and highways? Obey stop signs?
The inarticulate MAGA twenty first century pledge of allegiance
is fealty to a neo-fascism of religious and race intolerance.
That empowered imperial colonialism and historic xenophobia.
Superiority manifest by God determined righteousness.
Ancient Abrahamic systems that privileged the elite.
Requiring fealty of the conditioned masses
by willing submission, called faith.
Separation of religion and state is a constitutional bulwark.
That is by credence and convention historically obscured.
The prayer breakfast obligatory for success.
'In God we Trust' is stamped on every bag of donor funds
that lobby the integrity of statespersons and politicians.
This is the history of our humanity; this is what we face,
this is what we are up against, these are the powers manifest.
And now we are in a time of critical potential.
Where idealism confronts ignorance
administered by hate, and unexamined faith.
Where jingoism can be 'replaced' by compassionate humanism.
Liberating us from media forged manacles of corporate, state,
or religious indoctrination that still enforce their control.
We rise defiant throughout the world to the Age of Aquarius.
Articulate, and provocative.
Inspired by ideals of Global Unity,
and the 2.0 of humanity.
At every turn in time, I wish to live the best dream
The best wish everyone could have
That caress the precious grace per luck
Which colors achievement
And can be counted on as reinforcement cum hard work
Which pave ways, wings soar peacefully
That bottoms sit back to reminisce,
Counting blessings worthy of thanksgiving
Many are dreams you once had in gleam
The ones that would've continue to live
But with the dragging of time, you chuck
Thinking when will you be old enough to have its fulfilment
Despite all the prayers you build like a bulwark
Just as the sun fuels the moon's speed
And its light determines its brightness
The florals get human lives' breath feed
And beautifies environment and its forthrightness
Dreams cage plans towards fulfilment
And bless efforts for passions many rewards
Goal is the root of focus connecting achievement
Aiming high at globally recognized awards
I once wish to be a doctor
For the sake of saving lives
But one thing I admired most
Is the smart look of the uniform
On the ones I have come across
I can't figure out how I become a proctor
Many are lazy students I practically forgives
Who have over the years been undiagnosed
And abandoned for the higher institution to reform
How will they be able to bear the cross?
At a point in life, I wanna become a football player
Either I get to feature or not, no cease payment
The profession I referred to as "money making machine"
More than any other on weekly basis
To get life going well visiting places
At another point, I wanna be a bricklayer
Who has never been exposed to an underpayment
But they spend much on colchicine
To make sure the system is active
Then watch to avoid being addictive
Agony is nigh ever-present in humanity.
It is the nefarious antagonist that unabashedly lurks in the shadows;
And With detestable malice, it strikes with a hellish wrath.
This abhorrent lash is the unintentional crafter of heroism.
It inadvertently forges a shield that encompasses willpower;
And from it, absolute fortitude inhabits its beholder.
To wield this hallowed bulwark, an adamantine resolve is vital.
For the wielder is bequeathed with the insignia of gallantry;
And with this newly reaped brand, one must also retain humility.
Inevitably, the herculean task of attaining leadership takes its toll.
It Will, unfortunately, weigh on the heart of its heritor incessantly;
Despite this, its proprietor must remain vigilant and compassionate.
Cautious adjudication, the gravitas of soft-spoken word.
Your legendary legacy, illustrious and exalted.
Advocate for gender justice, legal insights not always heard.
Yet, your jurisprudence was seldom persuasively faulted.
Few men invite state regulation of their sex organs.
Yet, many insist the state can control a woman’s body.
You, the bulwark against unconstitutional legal actions,
against state laws of men, pious and haughty.
Now you have departed, and we gaze upon the cavity.
Now we dread what might be used to fill the void.
The precedents of your life, our guidance against depravity.
Your advocacy for equality must be our natural law employed.
No more bare cupboards,
fridge, and deep freezer
since returning with more than
our share of daily bread
referring to this mister, who
frightfully squawks like an old geezer,
plus the missus
also ain't no spring chicken,
being locked within crosshairs
elderly stage, she doth dread
ample carload for us,
alleviating this bum searching
for crumbs to tweezer,
thus powdermilk raw bits of biscuits,
I need not scavenge, scrape, scrounge...
substantial commestibles
allows poet taster to breathe easy
inadequately satiates the missus,
(whose Godzilla appetite) defies
(cole) laws of nature to beef fed
predominantly healthy food,
that weighted our automobile like a led
zeppelin choking, intermittently
kickstarting, sputtering... along,
asper in (faux wheel) wheezer
putting utmost pressure
borne by taxing groovy tire tread.
Once mission (not so impossible,
but blessed relief) complete, I did aim
upon returning where we live
to acknowledge gratitude and claim
salvation for charitable deeds,
yours truly doth exclaim,
these volunteers, none I know by name,
nonetheless, a hearty poetic L'Chaim
afforded folks, who commandeer,
confidently coordinate quite efficient process
despite minor lament regarding
heavy toll stressing bulwark
quaking chassis, ripsnorting driveshaft,
shimmying entire automobile frame...,
hence no matter
our exhausted 2009 Hyundai Sonata
puttered along somewhat lame,
kudos to dedicated good samaritans,
worth their weight in gold to tame
hungrily growling, noisily rumbling tummies.
healthy choices allow, enabled,
and provided us to secure provender
eases glum countenance of this clown
gratuity finds me bowing down
paying metrical obeisance
versus depleting meager monies
engendering botox frown
nipping in bud
forestalling need going
grocery shopping
to the nearest town.