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I sit at the table, an invisible guest. I speak yet no one is able to hear. Louder voices rule the day as the guests hang onto every word. For I possess not the proud demeanor of a conquerer, I have not been gifted with a regal presence. I exist on the outside of the fringes, my power exists within a quieter realm. I observe the small, what lays beneath the surface, subtle nuances, the unseen details. I feel the significance within the spaces, for I am not designed to entertain. I relish in my anonymity, for observation leads to discovery. I feel the significance of the lesser guests and watch them as they imagine their time. Unlike them I do not desire a spot light for within that light I may lose my power.
For Verlena's Contest.
Walking through the orchard
Amongst so many trees
Fruit lay on the ground rotting
The trees had a strange disease
They were lost in their apathy
No longer fruitful anymore
Sheltered in a land of beauty
On the Okanagan shore
The birds sang soft and sadly
A strange poetic song
Flying together in arcs
All they wanted was to belong
In search of warmth and protection
They landed on branches reaching high
A transplanted tree from Jamaica
Majestically framed by the sky
Uprooted from the island
Oh so many years ago
With branches reaching outward
His leaves had a golden glow
I sat beneath his branches
So his story he could tell
Into my outstretched palm
A perfectly formed apple fell
As I bit into the fruit
I could hear his voice so clear
A different kind of listening
I heard him whisper in my ear
"Within my laughter there is magic
Yet I am serious at my core
Let me help you find your wisdom
A wooden key unlocks the door
I have traveled many places
Felt the sand beneath my feet
I have known the joy of victory
Yet I have learned more from defeat
The things I thought so important
Slipped from my clutching hands
As I chased after foolishness
In a world filled with demands
Not connected to my quiet
That silent outcry of my soul
My branches stripped of everything
As I played my worldly role
Once true to myself I found freedom
In a city perched by a lake
Lush branches fully outstretched
I now give instead of take
Not born to be a conquerer
Love is my soulful call
Rooted within my spirit
Available to one and all
I bring you peace from my island
See how less can be so much more
Come have a taste of freedom
Beneath my branches on this shore!
Inspired by and dedicated to Rawle James.
Rawle is the founder of the "Inspired Word Cafe".
This is midnight, all slept indeed,
The factory bells do chime,
Ding-dong dong, thrice the sounds arise
From yonder darkling clime.
No one is there, two faint lamps glare,
Who rang the rusty bell?
It must be three, a shade does flee
In earshot of the knell.
Upon my eave the pigeons live,
One flutters tender wings,
It heard a whiz as soft as grease,
And to the wall it clings.
There is a grange, a mansion old,
Deserted since the yore,
Such creatures as with deep black fur,
Hold sway around its floor.
No iron melts on fire these days,
The blacksmiths all have left,
And all day long a thrush her song
Attunes to good effect.
She quavers in her leafy nest,
The pale shades pass again,
The rumbling sky does well deny
A sound sleep while she's lain.
Mine eyes are closed yet well awake,
The pattering distant rain
Revives the tendrils grown unsought,
An omen of the bane.
My windows smeared with mizzle mist,
That dreamy opaque layer,
Obtrudes my view with chilly dew,
A fancied world lays bare.
"Don't be afraid", a voice just said,
A whisper grim and grave,
As from a king or ancient sage,
Conquerer of the knave.
That moment my door shook its hinge,
Something had wrenched its knobs,
The bats beseech with a sudden screech,
And fill my home with sobs.
A pain of olden times deludes,
My grandsire died this day,
A tremor stirs after these years,
Benumbed and dozed I lay.
The dawn has worn her purple gown,
It's four, the chimes sojourn,
Her mellow light dissolves my night
Into a canny morn.
28th September, 2021
Last good days of innocence
He did came
with no trace
with no chain no fame
no frame or mark of true repentance
In skeletons of liquid pawns
carved in satirical steer
Streets bubbling
enchanted in silence
men wailing,
choking, bundled like sardine
strong drink is a mocker
loneliness is a gradual death
hunger is a conquerer
of this earth
men quarantined
Khaki with arms walking
watching and searching to fight
disobedience
but men can't eat air,
hunger In the street lurks.
At night
men Of the underground
with silence they scatter
they ransack every nooks
and crannies women wrapper
opened lock wildly
from her Can of safe
are cowries bugle
she screams in pain
but to nobody
Innocence is to innocent
boys gone to obtain
for the belly
pockets must open
sachets
must be broken
with the matches
"Good she "gone bad"
Hunger don't taste nice
innocence is a title
men locked inside
with chains of fear
can't decide
what this tide wears
they stretch run with their eyes
while standing here with their feet
looking like a lion on a pouncing game
preying an antelope to eat
loud streets wraps in pretence
mosques sits quite
Churches gone with God in trance
clubs eat boredom as diet
Cono!! what have you done
to men of the west
confidence in them is gone
to den
conscience has fallen from
thier pockets
Innocence is a title
they tear the streets
from house to house
bungling every safe to feed
feed from the ruins of
the skeleton of the liquid pawn
23/4/2020
Pick -A- Title , Volume 16-free verse 2
Last good days of innocence
Edward Ibeh
Not a word
I say with my tongue
That you will believe.
Truth coming from my heart
Lies falling on your ears
And you believe what you want to believe.
Not a word
I will write on your skin
That it is fake
Like the plastic smiles
Hypocrites wear.
Everytime
You say to me
That I'm lying,
It kills my soul
By tearing me into pieces
Like a hungry, angry lioness.
Not a word
My friend
I will ever tell you
And you will take it for what it is.
You have built a wall of fear around you;
It is truth-proof as in bullet-proof as in love-proof.
It hurts,
It is just disappointing
That I can not get to your heart
To whisper to it
How you're the one for me
And that I will be waiting for you.
I hate to say that
I'm officially giving up
As in giving in my resignation
For this job was not meant for me.
I can not melt a heart of stone
Nor love he who doesn't believe he can love
For he can never love in return
Unless he learns to love.
I hate to say
That it is all over;
My imagination,my fantasy!
That I can no longer wait
For a mute to speak.
There are no miracles there
Just as,
There are no miracles in love.
I hate to say goodbye
But I love to say goodbye
When my efforts are trashed to chuff
Like it all has been in vain;
For I don't want to be
Called a failure or dirty loser!
Worriers don't quit
They live as the worriers they are
But filled with worries.
I want to be free
Like a bird
And fly high
And soar in the air
Like an eagle
For I'm a conquerer
Not of hearts
But of hopeless romance
That yields not
A drop of lasting laughter.
Not a word
Have I said today
That is not true.
But like I said
You believe what you want to believe
For not a word
Is going to change your heart
Or redeem our love!
Resting on the edge of the raging sea,
He comes to me reaching past the fear,
Just to seek the passion I hide,
Strong with the force of nature in his hands,
Comes the release of a thousand lifetimes,
Stifling my raw emotion with just the touch of his hand,
Resisting him seems to be useless for his passion
Tears into my soul,
Like the angry sea crashing upon the seashore,
As i lay awaiting his return,
The gentleness of his touch takes my spirit
For a sweet ride,
Heavenly lifting me into realms unknown,
Swiftly I hunger for his kiss and his tender embrace,
Endlessly searching his eyes for compassion,
Only to find the innocence of his young soul,
Gently believeing love could conquerer all,
Still cautiously taking in every ounce of my passion,
With each breath escaping from his tender lips,
Draws my senses into the abyss of surging pleasure,
My secret desire come to me quickly and relieve this
undying hunger to have every part of you with me....
Beyond her scars she is an overcomer
who had withstood every javelin
the enemy had pierced
against her since the day she was born
Beyond her scars she is a conquerer
who never allowed her wounds
she suffered in the flaming fires of
disabilities, anxieties, insecurities,
toxic friendships, abandonment
and societal pressures
to keep her from striving and
perservering to fulfill her God given destiny
Beyond her scars she is a queen
and the daughter of the eternal King
who no longer defines her by the scars
that are tattered upon her dark toned skin
but a victor whose scars are covered
in the bandages of his everlasting grace
where she is now forever at rest
at the comfort of his eternal bedside
I’ve cried tears so heavy they left track marks on my cheeks,
And I’ve loved so deeply that Ive lost myself,
That’s my curse my cross to bare,
No half measures
No ing about
It’s all or nothing or what’s the point.
I commit to become a conquerer,
Im not willing to be conquered -
I wear my warpaint with pride,
And tattoo my heart on my sleeve for all to see,
I’m not hiding -
Come at me if you wish,
But be sure to finish me,
Because remember - I am cursed,
I play nice but I dance like a devil,
Deserve me and I’ll never desert you,
Love me and I’ll fill you heart forever more,
But the day you disregard me,
I will drive my will into heaven and hell to make sure you regret it,
You won’t see me until it’s too late,
Im not one to turn to despair,
I’ll turn to anger and fill with rage,
I’ll let the hatred consume me until my eyes bleed black joy at the thought of your whimpering carcass laid at my feet,
This is what it’s like to be cursed,
This is how I handle rejection,
So don’t go there,
Spare yourself my wrath,
If your not up to the job,
Don’t make me your happily ever after.