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Written: May 19, 2025, for contest by Edward Ibeh
Quote: "Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself." By Rumi
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As the seacoast swells, I'm the ticking clock,
Medusa’s buds melt wild in cosmic shock.
Too vast to trace the whisper of my touch,
Once shrieking in the gales I loved too much.
Leverage—a lattice of force spun soft in farms,
A catapult kissed from naiads and their charms.
I rise beyond the sigh of earthbound tale,
Folding time in saffron-sage on silence’s trail.
A crown of hours hides loss's jagged edge,
Each tear a fulcrum, each star a silver wedge.
Leverage: the sly magician’s unseen hand,
Lifting fate’s beast with a wand’s command.
Crawling on bone, I trade a dream for a wink,
An alchemist stirs fear in jasmine-gold ink.
Weight turns to promise in twilight’s brief peace—
A cog sonata in a galaxy’s creased crease.
Life glows as ember script, footnoted and odd,
A whispered nudge in thunder, kissed by God.
One key turns inequity into a lyrical code—
Leverage: the hidden root of the common node.
With empathy, patience, and a poet’s dash,
A cracked cup tilts, still spills its splash.
The braid unwinds when a thread is pulled—
And so the days dissolve, and the dark is lulled.
The wrong key turns, but never fits the lock,
A defiant glance becomes a harboring heart’s dock.
A single word, well-timed, redirects the climb,
A fulcrum set beneath the weight of rhyme.
Leverage, not force, moves all without loss,
Find fulcrum in chaos—smile wry at the dross.
Though bent toward stillness, the shift draws near,
Where regret finds voice, resentment clears.
A single seed, pressed into fractured earth,
By unseen hands, the coiled land finds rebirth.
One life uplifted by a lever’s quiet grace,
World seeks levers to lift my breathless space.
Richard clerihewed me yesterday
Why the nerve, I should have got him first I say
Then I laugh still wondering if clerihewed is a word
Realizing that many conventions in our language are up surd
The Clown of Clerihews, what a moniker Moe would say
I could probably write a lot of these everyday
The ballade though, not a form for a dummy
If I can convince ForDummies publishing, surely I'll make money
I'm butchering the king's English Curly would say
As a child I'd watch three stooges reruns everyday
Yes at that time Curly was my favorite of the three
A poem with nyuk, nyuk nyuk, is a sight to see
I'm not sure what Larry would add
Being the only of the original four from a different dad
A musician yes, a great violinist they say
Healy said he pay him $90 a week and extra $10 to throw that fiddle away
What about Shemp can't forget the other brother
Yes Shemp, Moe, and Curly had the same mother
In the latter years I've grown to like him as well
He was actually one of the original two, or so they tell
Joe Besser, hah, definitely the lame duck
Being Jewish, I'm sure the other three would call him a smuck
Some of his appearances I have to tolerate
I'm a fan of the other two with him, so I can't hate
One more for Stinky Davis, as he was called on Albert and Costello
A role he played, definitely not the role of a hero
They all said he wouldn't take a pie in the face
Did he not know the other 40 years of stooges history, what a disgrace
I purposely left Joe DeRita or Curly Joe
He had two stints with The Stooges I know
Was the one short film Snow White and
I have him below Joe Besser, that can't be grand
I guess ThePhilosopher, now lower shouldn't judge
In the 50's he didn't even live a nudge
I was born quiet a while later
Ok I admit it, of Joe I'm a hater
Even having fun in my hate of Joe Besser lol. He had a very extensive acting career, and there was a reason he was allowed to be there without taking pies in the face. He was actually acting out his own character that he developed over his comedy career, so that's kind of impressive. After posting had to add in Joe DeRita, or Curly Joe, lest you thought I forgot his important roles lol
I found John today.
John died yesterday.
I read of John today.
I vibrate now to his pinch.
Somewhere by a poisoned river
a dead man was born...
Somewhere by a noisy airfield
a pre-writ obit finds me -
The news can still be news.
My future in writing has
been torn and reborn,
today. By George, by John!
A minced oath
of mint stuff.
John left in order to
be found and I surround
myself with his words -
Speaking aloud a baleful
cento of his wordings.
A funerary recitation
lofted into the bitter air
as I read to myself and
some phrases go
burbledy out -
smoke in the pines.
What else, who else
might next die that I
will find it?
A letter was pushed through my door
The writing I’d not seen before
On the envelope it said ‘For Sue’
Written in red not black or blue
I opened it as Sue’s my name
Such vitriol meant to defame
But why had it been aimed at me
I just moved in just after three
The nature of the letter left me shaken
And I truly don’t like confrontation
There’s a knock at the door, I open it
But step back, afraid I may take a hit
A lady said, “I moved out yesterday
Please pass on any post my way”
I said, “Tell me are you called Sue
A letter came, I guess it’s for you.”
I retrieved the letter from the bin
Sue read it much to her chagrin
She said, “It’s from my evil Ex
I ditched him, life is so complex”
Sue came in and we drank tea
She had the same humour as me
Since then we became firm friends
So this is where the story ends
A lab mouse grumbles:
“I’m so frustrated! I don’t know why
I have to be confined in this narrow path with high walls on both sides. I’m forced to lick food scraps I find on the pathway to sustain this miserable life,”
at that moment, when the mouse turned his back after failing to find
a way out of the dead-end, an ominous shadow, dressed in a hooded black robe similar to the Grim Leaper, blocked the way.
In the maze no way out, the time feebly mumbling itself
stood aside staring at the mouse always hungry from malnutrition,
and that’s why unable to recall when he was fed; yesterday or today?
A smell of death creeps into the maze where you can only crawl
to move around, no way extended to or from yesterday or tomorrow. Since
the past in the fog is hazy, the future in the fog is hazy, and present in the fog
is hazy, time does not move.
If you are unable to acknowledge yourself, you are not the conscious “I” anymore. The “I” only breathes and moves by instinct no different than an android who moves around without feeling; it doesn’t have the vital warmth of a living being
but reacts only to a programmed sensory mechanism, as such, it’s unable to take responsibility or responsible for its own actions,
that’s why the android doesn’t know the meaning of tears
that are clearer then morning dew or the bitterness of life you have
to swallow with great despondency; that’s why the android doesn’t know where the warm breeze comes from with the flowers in paradise, or why the leaves fall when the roaring wind blows through the field of downfall.
A big hand descending from above grabs the mouse
which is neither living body nor robotic mechanism anymore,
and injects the solution of death; the mouse shook his limbs, agonizing, vomits pieces of torn lungs out from his bleeding mouth, then, alas, becomes lifeless.
To mend a comforter have you ever ponder to be biases free---
After eight unique life stories, you will find at last, atlas, a recess to be cellular free
Btw,
Ozone and Viola will start from scratch again, to inflict punching or hatching, her three
Whence,
You will remember pascal, oracle and Miraculously miracle all are turning black
The Orion,
In Mid forties, you do not need nieces and nephews to play along face booking
Motherhood
You long for so long to genuinely understand ingenuity, that sparkle on dew drops
Pearls and petals
And prayer bids that glow in the dark, and you play hide and seek with a gone yesterday
They all, as they
Soar higher in voice over fading a far for a distant sound, as the sound of the pristine may
She never called my good name
I never heard my good name, too
They both called each other with so many, so others, bundled a soar, that does not matter
Anyhow, anymore.
9:14 PM
9-2-2024
Aint no shame in crying
the whole time you
been lyng
tryna get me
to be on your side
this aint about no money
and I aint mad
with you honey
it's the first time
it's been me and you
don't act like yo hands tied
Don't mind me saying
cause you know I aint playing
what we gone do
since it all
on us this time
don't leave me guessing
I don't wanna hear you
contesting
are we getting married or
are we thru this time
we gonna avoid
the trap that falls on lovers
lovers looking for tomorrow
who can't leave yesterday behind
the sweet remind
Baby love is a Blessing
I'll by the ring
with you in mind
Don't nobody need no
soothing soulful riffs
and missing you
aint no gift
and a broken heart
is something unkind
seeds need ah sprouting
that's what this is about and
we together
everything
is fine
Walk Away
I woke up this morning I can't bring myself to pray.
I check the clock to see the time. It says time to walk away.
I search my mind for another time like looking through a crack.
I saw the hurts of yesterday and I began to pack.
Pictures of my loved ones now locked safe inside my heart.
Hopes and dreams I can still dream to give them a new start.
I checked the drawer of memories in the box called you and I.
My smile seemed to turn away, back into tears I cry.
I closed it and I shut the drawer looks like that will have to stay.
Some things I can't take with me when it's time to walk away.
I grabbed what little still remained of my pride and self respect.
Damaged from the years it seems of abuse and my neglect.
I dusted off that old trunk filled with things I've learned.
Put it on the curb right next to bridges that I burned.
I'll learn life all over if it's what I'm meant to do.
Surely it can't be as bad as all that I've been through.
With one sliver of a memory when I turn old and gray.
Looking back I'll see that crack and the day I walked away.
Edwin C Hofert
Watching time passing by
The suns flying across the sky
Getting lost in the yesterday
Get old quick that way
Staying too long in the past
Time was not meant to last
Why it goes so fast
Failing to move on to today
Get lost that way
Lose sight of who you are
Times the scar
This is true
Stay there to long time starts coming for you
Before you know
Time starts to show
Where did it go
Passed on by
To late to cry
Missed every single today,
they are now the past
See ,went by so fast
Yesterday
Can not go on that way
Tomorrow never does come
To some
That is where I am from
These words so dumb
gentle as a summer rain,
never doubting, trusting each whisper
as the faded echoes fall soft
to the ground, where they vanish,
leaving only filthy mud, like rust
who curses metal’s glistening…
are these quiet lives,
bright and vibrant,
in hues of graceful sapphire,
rich gold and a scarlet who sighs …
as their wistful wings soar higher and higher.
peaceful as an autumn sun,
erasing the night, wittier than starlight,
she hesitates in the past, yesterday,
rising beneath her luminous smile,
so, after a while…
light heals the earth,
restoring her shadows with a new worth,
will she ever know the music of these blessings,
who silence the worst fear,
bring the soul a tender tear,
remind that tomorrow may never come…
while we are sometimes undone,
by the music of their soft crooning,
the beauty of their wings leaving.
quiet as that moment,
when snowflakes bless the land,
avenging winter’s repulsiveness,
with a friendly wonderful,
falling softly,
whispering praise and dancing,
crumbles of frozen laughter,
hastening through the milky skies,
reminding us all, how they fly…
soaring over the hills, the meadows,
revealing faith’s hidden treasures,
stirring up dreams,
silencing the night’s breath,
with a trembling hello,
expressing the joy inside the soul.
in the winds, in the trees,
on oak branches and in pine’s needles,
they sing and soar, enchanting,
like the moment, once sought –
soon gone, they fly on, fly on and on…
singing their song, chuckling to themselves,
because they know,
oh, yes they know… we are shocked
by the gift of their graceful praise,
praise of the One who created this day,
the One who gave them wings to escape,
the One who silenced all the fear in their heart,
with the knowing that, even as the wind’s blowing…
life continues on and they keep on singing their song,
with joy and hope, grace and love…
music sent down to us by God above!