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I heard the song and wanted to know what love is, so I turned to James
The Soup's king of romance knows it means more than just flirtatious games
Dedication absorbed with love, for to feel it for the very first time
The unification of two must gel like words in a poetry rhyme
This, James told me, and we explored the meaning much further
Many types of love, including a child and father
Family life is important, reciprocation leads the way
Whether blood, fostered or taken on, it's loves bond that says
We see an elderly couple walking hand-in-hand
This is but one type of love that many years withstands
For so many fall by the wayside, taking different forks on life's roads
Where a previously blossomed love has journeyed into destructs corrode
The deep affection felt for those whom we call our friends
Nestles deep within our hearts, a bond that never ends
This we must truly cherish in a world going from day to day
It does not matter where we come from, we are part of earths bouquet
Love knows no bounds and is shared with all humanity
One that respects each race and religion’s dignity
~*~ Co-Written with Carolyn Devonshire ~*~
Since the beginning of the *****sapiens’ phases of civilization
Invisible pages of history printed sign of the times in message clear
Giving clue to the artifacts of the cyclic growth and destruction,
No force on earth could ever change the cardinal rule of nature.
On the ruins of war and strife grew the fragmented modern world
Fierce strive for supremacy and survival erodes the human values.
The folded flaps covering the black archaic psyche are unfurled
Humane tolerance and noble empathy are going fast out of use,
Embittered minds gravitate to the centre of the radicalized ego.
Touch of feathery feeling hardened hearts don’t give any more
In kinship beliefs frictional winds of change has begun to blow
Making mounting existential crisis corrode civilizations’ core.
Envisioned annihilation marks on the fate of the human world
Sign of the times drawn indelibly in the undrying lines of blood.
April 24, 2018.
Written: May 06, 2025 for contest by Edward Ibeh
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Like kernels, the day's enigmas start to unfold,
The green folk are still waiting, eager to corrode.
The creaks of a shaky bridge echo pain and despair,
Connecting the shining heights where flows the air.
A vibrant veil of violin weaves, with fiery flares bright,
As the bus rolls by, mourners gaze at fading light.
It appears that diligence fails to become a hero
Signs may lead us to Rome, yet destiny is Nero.
Let's begin our journey to reclaim Rome,
To restore sovereignty of our cherished homes.
Everyone rallies behind me in this quest.
Yet home builders destroyed bluebird's nest.
Gather your steeds and your weapons,
Steer clear of the roots of Agropyron repens.
We engage with the tasks at hand,
Weaponless, knock on doors, striking with firm stand.
A prosperous goal feels like a distant dream.
Greed drives man, hope and desire fuel the scheme,
Until he clings to the fragile bridge suspended high,
Stretched over an abyss where destruction lies nigh.
Rome wasn’t built by mere artistry or lore,
Nor by tales sung to Babylon’s god, Marduk of yore.
Chaldean Dynasty measured the world in degrees,
While at Napoleon’s Circle, first trapeze swayed with ease.
The icy chains bind the Scythian main,
Once inhabited by barbarians on the eastern plain.
Watch as homes with cracked walls slowly decay,
In trendy townships, where clay fills the hallways.
Silent nights scream, a pale face turned to the wall,
Men forget the pain, and that becomes their downfall.
We labor with crimson lips that pulse with each kiss,
Longing for cold, clasping arms that we sorely miss.
Mourners depart, unraveling the chain,
Sadly, the dead linger in our souls to die in vain.
For memory flickers like a flame, it rises and goes,
Sinking in human light, grief swells in woes.
Cross the Rubicon with us, liberate those in need.
Are you with us in this noble cause, fellow friends indeed?
Unless we’re overwhelmed by terror, there’s no turning back.
Join us as we march to safeguard the areas and their tracks.
they chanted for one-but not the other
after all-they are both the worlds brother
the world virtue signalled for one-but not the other
what the world needs is care like that of a mother
when it was one rule for one and another rule for the others
arent we all meant to be the same-arent we are all the worlds brothers
slogans we written for one and not the other
suppose they just wanted to appease big-brother
they chanted for one and not for the other-hypocrites
we have fallen into the deep-dark pits
they both cried they couldnt breathe
and both ended with a community in seethe
both communities had enough and were at a boiling point
peoples rage and anger did take over from the disappoint
we have all had enough of watching societies corrode
and now we are standing at humanities crossroad
I grew from a thought
and yet remain unbound
I’m a bomb to man
from the day he was born,
never was his friend
so, I rob him of his youth
health and hope.
Yet, he says
I heal all wounds
and all wounds are decaying.
I torment him,
take away his family
then fade them away.
Feeling generous, by leaving
him memories of what was.
I govern him by controlling
his every decision,
regrets and losses.
I corrode, decay
and yet I don’t exist,
existing in the minds of man.
Man trade me for currency
and never promising
freedom, only a trip
to the grave.
He always gamble
with his life as
I loop him in karmic cycles,
blindfolding him and
throwing him in a maze,
a maze, he
just completed
now of which
he doesn’t know
and yet I don’t exist,
existing in the minds of man.
At the end of Winter days I escaped in a bit of a haze
From the lazy days trapped in the darkened maze
I shut the lights off in my eyes and fed myself lies
Thinking I was shooting for the skies
When I was really descending further into madness
Until at last I saw twin peaks of sadness
And the tears fell from my eyes reflecting my fears
For I threw my ruined body upon the gears
Hoping to stop the global calamity
For this insanity was bred from one soul's vanity
But in the end my sacrifice was born of greed
To plant the seed that would one day be freed
And grant humanity a sense that we can be greater
Alas we don't have to bend our knee to a traitor
But in the the Winter days I was trapped in quite the daze
When truth and justice aren't what pays
Our beliefs become prostitutes sold to the highest bidder
When it's only our own fates we consider
We lose sight of all those who suffer a burning death
When they breathe their last breath
In the prisons and mazes that fill this nation
Freedom then becomes nothing short of damnation
This is what happens when things corrode at the foundation
And politicians and actors don't know their station
This has truly become a sadistic masquerade
So trumpet out the red carpet for this faux parade
Lined by the liars and contortionists
Who bend the constitution like freedom abortionists
But maybe it was always going to end in acrimony
When we're fed the best bologna from a facetious phony
In the end we're all lost and wandering through the maze
Still dazed by the Winter haze of chilly days
Soiling, sin stains bleach the fabric of my inner being
Serrated path is dotted with my continual missteps
Shady thoughts shudder my raven mind
Salty, brackish inclinations evaporate into my sane senses
Silty apparitions clutter then corrode my night visions
Sultry, lucid desires are embedded in my dark imagination
Seductive thoughts race through my coarsening intellect
Shifting eyes refract the availing light
Sordid deeds exponentially multiply my misery
Searing indiscretions bracket my dampening conscience
Shrouding gloom eclipses my vexed heart
Soaring guilt pulsates through my jaded psche
Shallow cares flood then drown my resolve
Satiating peace flees from my corrupt estate
Shielding grace is obfuscated by my compounding feelings of inadequacy
Spawning mercy is blighted by my wicked, cankerous condition
Sanctifying balm rubs raw my callous, iniquitous sores
I was young – no more than twenty
Just a child in the minds of most nations
Even back then, I believe I had plenty
There was hope and grace in my foundations
Even at that age, I knew I was being given
A moment in history, a memorable time
My young husband was definitely driven
And he, too, was healthy – in his prime
We were given the opportunity to deliver
All the cars left of the Yancey Railroad
To a working railroad positioned downriver
Where they could be used and not corrode
This was the final trip of the Yancey railroad
And I didn’t have a doubt history we’d be making
There was a gentle feel as the engine pushed the load
Leaving my thoughts on the verge of heartbreaking
It was a bittersweet day in the history of those cars
As they traveled toward Clenchfield and their ending
This was a time to add to our journals – our memoirs
Even if the loss of this old railroad was so heartrending
One last journey along the iron rails
Would lead to the final trip of this train
Where they would reach a place of tales
Told to those who would ride without constrain
Poignant and nostalgic, reflections of the South
Colored in hues of warm memories and grace
Brought to life by those who used word of mouth
To agree that the Yancey Railroad we did displace
Yancey Railroad
Railroads, A Historical Glance Back Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
October 13, 2021
Feelings are splintered, splattered
Broken into kaleidoscopic pieces that do not fit
Like a rope twisted inside a body
Razor sharp, the currents inside rip the fabric of the outer shell
The snake motions to release
Ants crawl in the interior of the cranium
Ghosts gather in the vicinity and laugh demonically around the evil darkness of the sea
The insides churn as the vitriol of self leads to torment
Screaming with rage
Whipping around in the distance
As a multitude of pounding scarecrows beg to be free
Acid flows inside the body
Waving around the cord within
Splashing and moving from blood clot to blood clot
As it causes the insides to corrode
It is true that sometimes things must splatter
In order to begin again
Transformation begins from broken -ness
As a new road is paved
4th December 2011 ,sernabatim,Gois shack,
By Sashi .Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN)
Calm waters come engulf my scorching mind,
Pour yourself in through my eyes, burning embers find.
Fumes of devilish sorrows, be engulfed so fast,
Peace to look forward to, wash away memories of the past.
Tranquility drench your serenity into me,
Happiness corrode my skin and char it with peace to be.
Entwine your auric wings of joys around my heart,
Ooze from it pink flames, so darkness depart.
Edify myself with joys of life
darkness gone , light piercing through like a sharp prudish knife.
Welcome to my body all joys and peace,
Let it override the ebbing currents dwindle and decrease.
a new year dawns a new begining,
i will take it on my chin......
placement: third,
contest:show me any form/any theme max 15 lines,
sponsor: Brian Strand.