All but vanished but now revivified
The old stone mansion...
Where the last surviving member of the rich family died
New grown roses lie there abed
Pink for women, yellow for gents...
For children, orange and red
The family cemetery remains- in which all who have passed
Old and moss covered 'cept the old man "Luther's"
'Cause he died...the last
Refurbished with paint- the old mansion looks new
There's a stone plaque on the new lawn
A remembrance- for all the friends they once knew
A new family resides there now- known as the "Proctor's"
A newlywed couple...
Whose both parents were doctors
The wife is a painter, the husband is a hard-working roofer
Her name is "Rose"
His name is "Luther"
This or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
10/25/2022
Categories:
revivified, remember,
Form: Rhyme
When the blast was heard,
Everyone shouted yet another terrorist attack
On an Easter Sunday in the Taliban.
A master suicide bombing is what they called this.
Brussels, Belgium just happen yesterday.
Well they resurrect the people.
Well we hear them mourn.
Their life taken so soon,
And not by God.
Who lives and who dies is not identified.
The demography states many will lose their lives.
This is what is idealized -
The “bomb maker, the transporter, the landlord and the cipher”.
Revivified through memorials -
The mourns of the dead families are heard.
Their life taken so soon,
And not by Allah.
Yesterday is everyday and tomorrow.
-Yet another terrorist attack on an Easter Sunday (2016) in the Taliban-!
Thus,
Rise above iniquity to be save proclaims the 'unforeseen' God.
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Written March 27, 2016!
Categories:
revivified, allah, anxiety, child, christian,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Even if earthquake pound, and the ground tremble,
And people scramble, tumble and rumble, I will not grumble, but ramble,
Clinging softly, carefully, lovely, a sprig, sprawling a virgin rose,
Like guest, to west, with zest, to show my best and give my princess her smitten
dose.
Ding dong dong, her door will romantically ring,
Ping pong, softly my heart will beep, like ray, my face will embrace gay, bubbling like ling,
Tiptoe, a snazzy smock with long dimly than char inborn hair
Will passionately push the door open, with her heavenly made fragrance grooving and hovering in the air.
Holy bow, head will pay due, to the queen of the whole planet, my billion century carved hind,
Whose glittery eyes, evoke a sparkling dream to a blur mind,
Manner of confrontation resurrects a hibernated heart,
Stainless, bleach less, bleak less, blench less, ripe like yellow peel's skin that's full of life, like art.
For, if my life got dried by earth chaos of any kind,
She is a droplet, that will revivified my dead rind.
Categories:
revivified, love
Form: Sonnet