He had a dream in the still of the night,
Someone beckoned on him,
Someone implored him to come,
He looked distressed and troubled.
He was worried
He knew it was an urgent plea,
But it was a place no one had ever been,
It was a place shrouded in mystery.
Many had tried to go,
Many as such who was entreated to come,
They didn’t succeed,
They could only go as far as its boundary.
He summoned courage,
He took alongside other men,
Those with fiery hearts who had sworn an oath.
Who had pledged an allegiance to a worthy course.
They embarked on the journey,
They broke through and prevailed,
They conquered and subdued,
They brought light into the town.
The town was revolutionized,
The men were immortalized.
August 30, 2022.
This or That, Vol 13 Poetry Contest,
Terra Incognita,
Edward Ibeh.
There's energy
excitement in the air
wonderful sensations
Nor'easter struck
leaving a foot
of white snow
Merry Christmas
spoken with glee
amidst the stars
Shoppers galore
at malls
bustling about
Houses lit up
various colors
brightens night
Cool, crisp eve
moon glazing
beams bright
Santa making his rounds
high above in sleigh
laughing happily
Children waiting
anxious to sleep
look forward to tomorrow
The Birth of Christ
revolutionized the earth
brought faith, hope
Oh, you've met my friend, Boaz
He works in the pumpkin fields, you say
I don't remember there being any pumpkins there
Well, he's quite a tall fellow, blond hair, blue eyes
You say his eyes are blue, but his hair's all white
That he's only as tall as you, just under 6 feet
Did he tell you much about his father, Mario
He's a pioneer in organic farming, revolutionized ---
Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't realize he'd passed on. 98, you say
Hmm. I see it's been 42 years already, hasn't it
Boaz must be, my God, 64 or so; not 22 anymore
And I guess a farm can add a crop or two over time
My thoughts
The bridges in my brain
My memory
My courage
The baggage of a name
Letters scripts projecting all the same
Contacting the central station of my brain
My brain
It holds and release
Messages increases
Para-thesis
Sneezes
Cripple loads paraplegic
Pieces
Brought together whether we need it
Life begins photosynthesis heat bleaches
Turn colors creative catastrophic catastrophes repeated
Who is to see it?
Revolutionized revelation exceeded
Time capsule opened chapel preach it
Believe it
Changes come to set strange hypothesis school history bleeped it
Covered with lies folk made up sheets blanket keep it
Wave pattern memorized hypnosis deleted
If its money I got its money ill keep.
If its money I have its money ill weep.
If its love that I give its love ill receive.
For I am but no one who just see's beneath.
Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.
Rock music from Canada is as awesome as rock music from the United States. It's like a music festival just outside of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. It seems that the Canadian rock stars have outdone themselves, especially when they're entertaining all of their American fans. Out of all Canadian rock stars, five of my favorites are Skye Sweetnam, Fefe Dobson, Alanis Morissette, Avril Lavigne, and Samuel "Sam" Roberts. What's so cool about Canadian rock music is when the drummers and the guitar players are on stage, making a lot of music and stuff. It's also as if all of us American rock music fans are attending a Fefe Dobson concert at an auditorium just outside Winnipeg, Manitoba, and Calgary, Alberta, Canada. when listening to a lot of Canadian rock music, it's like going into a real frenzy and stuff. All rock stars and rock groups from America have helped all Canadian rock stars and rock groups revolutionized the entire scene, especially when Three Days Grace have made a very impression. Why, if Canadian rock music continues to have affect on all of us American rock music fans, that would be very awesome.
My diary isn't interesting
Like a best-selling novel
You might find it boring
I really can't tell
But if you're wondering
It's my life,
Both heaven and hell.
My diary is truthful
It won't lie
It's quite wonderful
Yet it might make you cry
It's got a different pull
Like my life,
Both brown earth and blue sky.
My diary is plain
It can go unrecognized
It is in no way vain
It's too modest I realized
It's a bit insane
It's my life,
Both orthodox and revolutionized.
My diary holds my treasure
It's like a vault
It holds my every thought and every pleasure
It has my good points and many a fault
It holds every memory I could remember
It's my life,
Both sugar and salt.