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“The Hand that Rocks the Cradle is the Hand That Rules the World”
by William Ross Wallace
Oh! Woman
Aren’t you God’s supreme handiwork?
An animated form of chiseled art
A joy to behold
A figure of curvaceous ups and downs
God’s beautiful calligraphy
You are love incarnate
Your eyes reflecting warmth and gentleness
Smoothening the rough edges of life
A loving daughter to your parents
An adorable mate to your man
A forgiving mother to all
The procreating womb of mankind
The forger of destiny
One who turns barren terrains,
Into blooming verdant meadows
The fountain spring of life
In every drop of adversity,
Glistening like a diamond
With a divine spark that lies dormant
In broad daylight, but beams and blazes
In the dark hours of adversity
Though you are fickle and frail in many eyes
You’re strong enough to withstand all the shocks
And delicate enough to bend and bow
Sweet enough to draw everyone to your charm
Tough enough to bear extra burden
You have a heart very deep
To hold gallons of liquid love
And a mind patient enough
To forbear all rebukes
You are blessed with a temperament
Willing to forgive and forget
You are warm enough
To kiss away all tears
You bear the seeds of progeny
You are the powerhouse of strength and healer of woes
With the magic talisman to cure the bleeding hearts
You are the great MOTHER to all
Sister, friend, mate and guide- all rolled into one
April.3.2022
~ Placed First~
Tribute to Women Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Beata Augustin
Fireflies beacons, nomad, I quest
Thrusting dagger deep into night
Afterglow, apparitions that fest
Dancing in the wake, and they fade away, when pulling out the knife
Forlorn my laden soul, it is a walking corpse
Stride I, battle broken and weary worn… betwixt these nether plains
My own body, the beggar of death, as I travel upon this barren orb?
To seek solace and purge myself of these arrows of pain
Cease! Ole burdens of the dragon’s fire or mares of knotting noose
Mercy, Lord, mercy! Extinguish its flame!
Relieve my hopes that dwell upon the hangman’s truce
One last breathe I beg, the next will break these chains
Am I not within thine favor but, I still the puppet that looms?
Sundials seem slower turn, balance of power within the hourglass sifts
Morns now within the past, blood red skies surround the birthing moons
Then earthly shadows realign, transfix to specters smile, grins the eclipse
Nigh tides of newer judgments will thou not find?
Seize I, Smith through your molten molds, can I not be recast?
To pure, liken the worn out golden coin?
Fiery furnace the hotter, all but ore be turned to ash
Forger, honing of His industrious craft
Reshapes the glowing mass
With hammer strikes anvil forms a newly awakened man
This time the heart of steel, that once was one of shattered glass
Woe unto you,
scribes and Pharisees,
hypocrites!
Matt. 23:13
You tell men that God has changed,
that the Holy Ancient One today is not the same
Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!
Your written and spoken words are the forger of chains
With your unrighteous pens,
you’ve swapped out the word of God,
and inserted the traditions of men
Saying that the children should be honored,
and not the parents
Woe woe woe to you hypocrites!
Blind guides leading the blind,
and you’re both gonna fall into a ditch
Open up the bottomless pit,
and watch ‘em all fall in
Lovers of unrighteousness,
practitioners of sin
Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!
You bear rule over the people,
teaching them things that are not good
in the sight of God
Teaching them to respect wickedness,
to give praise to the voices that speak not right
Telling them to walk naked in the dark,
to put out the candles that give forth light
Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!
Your written and spoken words are the killer of men
Dip your pens in the blood ink ...
do testify against yourselves —
Condemned souls whose names are blotted out
of the Book of Life
Dip your pens once again in the blood ink ...
do testify against yourselves —
When your souls get destroyed in an eye blink
Time is a betrayer
Sometimes, its a player
It would betray you
And you'd blame yourself
It can misrepresent you
So that you'd forger yourself
Time chases you everywhere
It comes on your heels
Just like an armed robber
So you better gotta to be wise
In all your dealings with time
As for me, this piece I'd always revise
So I can learn to dance on the rhyme
Time is a master
Sometimes, it's tester
It would lead you
And you'd betray yourself
It can mistreat you
So that you'd even hate yourself
Time ceases every situation
It is like an ambush in the night
That can betray your precious life
So you better gotta be very wise
In the manner you deals with time
You can keep this piece and revise
So you can dance to the rhythm of the rhyme
Time is a betrayer
I believe it is a player
This is why am being fast
To be count before the last
I am ceasing every opportunity
To gather all my people in unity
Time is running just too fast
So we better gotta be wise
To interpret every single rhyme
Because time is never gonna wait
Its moving on and so straight
Come on now my people!
We must wake up and make a move
Before time betrays our trust.
A red rose in a white rose’s tree,
How unique could this be,
For the first time I see,
A red rose in a white rose’s tree
For how long will the red rose last?
Did it blossom in the past?
I wish it wouldn’t wither fast,
For how long the red rose will last
Should I pick the red rose for her?
Maybe this rose lasts forever,
Will it be missed by her forger?
Should I pick the red rose for her?
Perhaps the red rose must stay.
I am glad I saw it today,
she may bloom next May,
Perhaps the red rose must stay
A red rose in a white rose’s tree,
Can be so rare, but for me
There is more beauty and glee:
A red rose in a white rose’s tree
The poet was walking with his grandfather when he saw two rose’s trees, with entangled branches; therefore a red rose seemed to flourish in a white rose’s tree. Then those jiggling lines were naturally suggested. After sitting in the silent and peaceful inside of a mosque, with paper and pen, he wrote verses which mixed the red rose with the rare muse by him loved.
Form:
Life is a droplet in the sea
After death will at least we be free
The nice thing about the sea
Is it has no memory
But that to
Is not exactly true
Life began in the sea
So it has long memory
It would remember it all
If it had a soul
When you put seashell to the ear
The ocean waves humming you will hear
There is great deal of life in the sea
Some of mesmerizing beauty
But sea itself has no life
So it remembers no pain or strife
One man went to sea
To face his destiny
He thought only fury
Of crashing waves would make him free
But then he would see
That he was master of his destiny
He thought to himself there is still fight left in me
I’ll find the meaning to set me free
I don’t have to die in this sea
I’ll be the forger of my destiny
I’ll find the ultimate meaning and will be free
And this will forever be written in memory of the sea
Where is the love that we once shared?
I thought our love was pure and you really cared.
We’ve been through hard time, thick and thin.
I thought I had a spot in your heart deep within.
You said that we’d be together forever.
You said that you would leave me never.
What happen to all the fun we once had?
The thought of loosing you makes me very sad.
I loved you then,
And I will love you to the end.
I will never forget the touch of you hand,
I will never forger our walks in the sand.
I will cherish the memories forever and ever more,
Because you are the one I have grown to adore.
I’ll never forget your sweet baby face,
Nor will I forget your warm embrace.
So when the nights get long and lonely,
Remember me in your dreams and how I loved you only.
Also remember our dinners and wine
And I will never forget you are one of a kind.
Form:
Ran Into A Dolph
(Member of our church.)
Were in church when we ran into a Dolph;
What we did was start calling him Randolph,
And great Scott,
We got caught,
Eating our meals out of Saint James trough.
Jim Horn
Standing Shooting the Breeze
We were standing around shooting the breeze,
When we had started talking about family trees;
Forger your belief;
Check every leaf,
While wondering how much would be the fees.
Jim Horn
Trump Can Be Corrupt
After selecting meal and on it had supped,
Was bad and the we would start to erupt;
Terrible words used,
And badly abused;
Turns out Trump had been highly corrupt.
Jim Horn
A Trump Catalyst
There is another thing I cannot resist;
We would like to see a Trump catalyst;
No change noted;
For min not voted;
Remained in hiding and him we missed.
Jim Horn
Awkward silence seizes me
Everytime I find you graze
Now that's it's all over
Still don't understand you forger
You are a puzzle
That entangle
When I tried solving it all the way
Realised you were away
Each time I forgave your mistakes
You took new takes
When I tried to avoid
You found new ways to make it void
You have made it all desert
Why trying now to make them sort?
I have started my new pathways
Please just get away
I have started viewing my dreamland
Without you being the part of the land
Have heard enough of your nuisance
Now just make some sense
Cause your tricks won't work
I have already experienced enough of your pranks
Stop webbing the trap
You will never get to stab
You are not going to win me back
As never gonna give you second chance
-. Edward Ibeh
27/6/2021
The mind of God
populates a universe
there is no distance between
the maker and the made
the expression and the source –
The Almighty speaks
and the sum of Him listens –
responds with creative elegance
we are designed by The Master
formed by the grace of His
Generous Heart, in the studio
of His Divine Nature
Love is His Template
love moves the brush
that blushes and highlights
Love sculpts and contours
refines and presents
The Forger of all canvases
and their gold-leaf frames –
the Architect of breath-full theaters, our
adorned castles of enchanting showcase
we inhabit, exalt, and are blessed to
personally proclaim –
we are living portraits...may
we animate, promoting deep
respect for the Munificent Artist of All
Being – Our Daily Bread! Amen.