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If I were heavy into all sports and loved racing fast cars; if I were shorter, taller, fatter, thinner, quieter, louder; if I were an atheist, theist, gnostic, or agnostic; wouid you still love me?
If I were American, Asian, African, European, or other; democratic, republican, or non-political; if my hair was black, blond, brown, or red; would you still love me?
If I had no arms, one eye, or one leg; could not walk, talk, dance, or sing; homeless, carless, or jobless; would you still love me?
If I were born handicapped; dirt poor like my parents; my IQ were above or below 100; would you still love me?
12032018PoSoupContest, Would You Still Love Me?, Edward Ibeh
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Ode to the Flower of January 2011
Got two flowers before thee
From Uncle Jake's eulogy –
The first one was yesterday
At ‘bout twelve-thirty midday
In front CapSU-D Admin
Where with others ‘twas standin'
But inside my shirt's pocket
Pumped already when I get
So this day his burial
While in offering floral
When with others I aligned
Got another of same kind
Along with “Lead Me Lord” song
Unnoticed amidst the throng
After got the second one
At post-necro sun was gone
To cemetery onward
For minutes, rain poured so hard
Carless, like us, stopped awhile
Till sun again showed its smile
Burial to be continued
On cemetery we should
After Uncle Jake's son cried
Last bundles I picked with pride
Thought me I'll change my flower
But oh! I'd to turn over
And oh! Poked Nene Intan
I got again another one
Of same color, same specie
White orchid – I got with glee
Then finally, I threw it
Inward my Uncle Jake's pit
Yet now that I have my third
Its origin turned absurd
Confusion into my mind
Memory wants a rewind
From where did I really take
This orchid for Uncle Jake –
Was it from those turned over?...
Or from the stem thrown under?...
Anyway, this white orchid
Is for sure my greatest bid –
It heard the priest's liturgy
Being teacher's praiseworthy.
-01/22/11
(Dumarao)
*wants a unique poetry habit: Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
Used and discarded thought shadows lurk
at every sunrise as if each were renewed.
A touch from the fading past, in a moment
as i look at the wet pebbles, ever decreasing.
Welcoming the receding tide, a caressing breeze
on which floats, the busy two tone oyster catcher.
On that breeze voice’s travel, voice's calling out
over the relentless, out going, in coming waves.
Are we all but driftwood ? Leaving to return
when the gorse flower is yellow in rare sunlight.
Maybe rudderless, in a firm belief and trust,
of our hearts compass, and its choice is free.
Be elusive ! Leave no trace, be faceless in
milling throngs and crowds, not out of place.
Perhaps a living phantom, amongst many,
yet never carless in your constant carefree.
Blend into the background, be seamless.