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Beyond green meadows humming birds slow flight
To gaze on beauty as she passes by
And jealous stars dim with a whispered sigh
When Juliet comes and her brightness lights
I am lonely when your gone Juliet
You came to love me when my need was king
And took my spirit from Winter to Spring
Filling my eyes like a fiery sunset
Oh, Juliet with eyes of a darker hue
Do you not see sun's setting red blush?
As you take my chalice filled with its pain
To let spill out, refill with love that's new
Curse its past with lover's passionate rush
Telling my heart why nature created you
For the Contest Juliet
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Come and talk to me softly as you sit by my side
on the big metal bird getting ready for our ride.
The engineer has taken a key from a big brass ring
and he’s taking up the tension in the sleeping spring.
The wings have started flapping, gently beating at the air
and the driver’s pulling levers from his big driving chair.
The wings are beating faster and suddenly we’re high
climbing towards the clouds in the huge inviting sky.
I can see a few wagons steaming down the roads
see one at a coalers taking on his fuelling load,
see the fiery glow from the furnaces red heart,
the lazy puffs of steam that precedes its start.
Down there in the channel are the big white sails,
the sun reflecting back from the deck's brass rails
as the mighty steel clipper powers on its way
maybe sailing and steaming on to New Cathay.
The wings are beating slowly. I feel you seated there
tightly gripping my arm as the wind plays your hair.
The driver’s waving to us. I see him pointing down
and there spread below the roofs of old Parree Town.
The wings are slowing, the driver looks around
and with a gentle bump we’re back on the ground
The world is changing fast. We can fly all the way
from Old Lundun to Parree in well less than a day.
What is to come? Perhaps the next thing we’ll see
Is a machine crossing the Atlantick to New Amerikee;
And we’ll solve the problem of being warm and dry.
Every problem has its answer – they only need to try.
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.
Charged with a fiery spirit, full of valour,
To protect the nation from rival force,
Volunteered to join the armed troops
Knowing well all risks, sans remorse.
Plucked away from hearth and kin,
Often had to dwell in lands unknown.
For daring and diligence, laurels he had won,
Ever confronting foes, lived a life forlorn.
Lay in ambush in dingy trench,
Crossed swords with formidable might,
Starved to death in enemy camps,
Fought with verve for country’s right.
All through service, knew no rest.
Ease and comfort, he had none.
To drill and discipline, he was wed.
Life’s winsome pleasures, he did shun.
Bravely bared his manly breast,
Before triggered guns and flying bullets.
Shed out drops of sweat and blood,
To save the nation from rival blasts.
Now back home, wounded and hurt,
Life is limping without hope.
The sky is dark, not a ray of light near.
No one around to serve as prop.
Winds blow fierce striking fear,
He struggles to make both ends meet.
Through long and lonely roads, he walks.
All he sees is the stark grimace of defeat.
Even his close family turns a cold face.
So painful it is that all seem to ignore.
A hollow emptiness now fills his space.
Who would care a cripple back from war?
Back from warfront, he still lives in a minefield.
Look into his heart robbed off love and worth
Shouldn’t we alleviate his sense of pain and fear
And help him live in dignity until his death?
Sun is seen a flaming ball in the sky,
Darting down pointed spears of smarting beams.
Horrid heat waves, from the smoked earth, rise high.
For drops of water, the thirsty earth screams.
The waterlogged piece of land has gone dry.
The soil is arid and left cracked and parched.
Drying crops have made farmers sadly sigh.
The once lush green meadows are lying scorched.
Sun's heat, like a spiteful scorpion’s sting,
Burns, damaging the flesh and the bared skin.
The fiery tongues of humid summer fling,
Licking up the last residue of green.
The dry leaves under the feet whine and moan
Etna seethes, birds and beasts, for water groan!
Staying at the western brink of the sky
The Sun opens his fiery third eye
A red tint abruptly colours the sky
With chiffon clouds floating high
As bright dots in the blazing light,
Birds are seen on their return flight
Eager to be back in their nests to alight
Down they descend before the fall of night
Shining in the glimmering twilight
The Earth and the sky look a lovely sight
Raining down showers of delight
Our souls are buoyed up to a magic height
As God dips his brush in colours dazzling
Every sunset becomes a beautiful painting
This magic spectacle, we stand watching
Till the last streak of light begins waning!
Placed First
A strand(1067) Poetry Contest
It is time for a new tale
About a man who life doth fail
He toils day and night, night and day
With the stomach a rumbling and no bed to lay
Before dawn he gets to work
To toil, and toil around the clock
Sweat like blood fall off his skin
But failure frame doth life to him deign
Until one night he sits alone
In pitch black dark, with no light he own
When two shadowy men dare to visit him
The man whom life hath failure deem
The man on white sat on his right
A striking light whose room didst bright
The other moved swift to his left
An aura so thick with moves so deft
Merging with the pitch black as he clings to the night
The man glanced hence with weary eyes
At the two fiery men in different guise
Of which he spake with a tired crack
"To whom do you seek in this dumply shack?"
The first spoke now, booming voice clear and true
" I am Light. I have come for you.
I am here to show you a brief reprieve
For I have seen you bleed to stay alive.
I have seen you kneel to ask for bread
Choosing a life of pain to another where you are dead."
"So I come to you, in this pitch black night
To this dumply shack in my fiery light
To ask that you think of the resolve you held for long
Instead of the act, where of men gone you would belong"
The other laughed, in whispers soft and low
Clad in pitch black and a gloomy glow
And thus he deemed it right to speak
With sharpened tone and words so bleak;
" I am the dark, the man whose hands doth bend
The wills of men, none didst contend.
I am the hunger in their empty gut
I am the aching in your weary joint"
" I am here to bring you to the brink
To deem it well to have a think
Of which path will you now take
The path of pain or the one I make?"
The battered man sat still like stone
Smoldered by the forces of the men all alone
To make the choice in that pitch black night
To walk through the dark or the part of light
And slowly, he stands and he closes his eyes
His mouth full of pills, then he swallows and cries
For he had made a choice that is devoid of pain
The bliss of closing his eyes, that was his only gain.
Not enough people will remember this April night.
It is an unforgettable night for me, and its history
is forever stored in the deepest portals of my heart.
57 years have come and gone--a very long time.
43 people were killed across the United States.
In Chicago alone, 11 people were killed.
I lived very close to ground zero.
Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated.
It was the end of the man with a huge dream,
But it was not the end of his daring dream.
Unfortunately, what I witnessed on that day
and night was not a dream but a nightmare.
I had a front roe seat with a clear vìew of mayhem.
In my neighborhood, the power went off, and
the lights went out. And the only light I saw
was the fiery flames that lit up the night.
I was 18, and fear, darkness, and fire became
my initial introduction to adulthood.
Just 7 months prior, chronologically, I had
become a man. Fresh out of high school and
filled with more than enough ambition. I had
Picked my peak and was ready to climb
any mountain that I had to face.
Deep inside of me, there was never any doubt
that I would overcome the fear and dispel the
darknèss. Moreover,, a fresh fire was rekindled
in my spirit that enabled me to touch many
of the crushed and broken lives in Chicago.
This girl, old so and so
Has an affair with what's his face
Every one in town knows about
Except for what's her name
This guy from somewhere or another
Shows up after years lost at sea
Everyone is so surprised
Except for...you know who I mean
In the middle as my stomach grumbles
I go to the store for a snack
Three days later I turn back on the tube
They're at the very same spot they were when I left
This little blind boy with his seeing eye dog
Is in a hospital bed with issues
I loudly exclaim these darn allergies
And run back to the store for more tissue's
This mystery man goes down in flames
In a fiery plane crash
Wouldn't you know, as soap operas go
Two days later the guy is back
That's about all I've gotten out of the soaps
As this week draws to an end
But come Monday midday, what can I say
They'll start all over at the same place again
As I waltz with a whim awareness begins to wander within
And whistles that whisper of wicked waves as I walk in the wind
My conscience is dim, it seems the sky has just fallen again
With a Provocative glimpse i imagine, will this apocalypse end?
I frolic with sin, but commom tension’s demolished my grin
And solemn events have stripped me naked and altered my skin
The autumn ascends, and changes become chaotic I cringe
And my soul sees it’s color crawl and descend
Through columns of brimstone below in a fiery pit
My desire to live is shadowed by an entire eclipse
Although I feel sunshine, prior, my mind it submits
The truth aquired it’s dense, and viewed as dire suspense
So why are we sent, into a world induced by feudal
meaning
And who is it who chooses if we live as human beings
Who’s a demon? who has faith? who’s awake? and who is dreaming?
Who’s deceiving? who’s a snake? who’s a fake? and who has reason?
What do you believe in? be percise, is there a face of death
And is it jesus christ or satans hex that takes away your breath
And as mistakes progress does it allow you to retrace your steps
Or just display inept selections staging into vain regrets
Sensations vexed,emotions mixed feeling inside out I'm upside down now
Poured my heart out to the point that my internal organs dried out
Abundant weight upon the shoulders with a wish that I could lie down
Limbs are limber, old, and fragile, evolution says to die now
Cause I’ve found, our life’s secrets through tampered confessions
People lean on me, and spill the beans as dander progresses
What is life? what is death? if you feel your candor objecting
Re-incarnation, then deju-vu can answer your questions .