Short Gravest Poems

reach into your 
magic pocket
hold yourself in your hands
gently
a gift given under gravest circumstances
with a grim face...

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gravest blessings,

who can eat when heart’s filled with grief?

             —all we can do

11/7/2021

*repast is a gathering after a funeral...

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In my opinion,
Patriotism
is one of our most gravest sins,
promoting nothing but separatism.
causing conflict and tension among many nations,
as opposed to practicing problem solving,
towards a peaceful global unification....

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The three-letter word
we'd rather not hear
and many a soldier
  no longer holds dear

A word that means blood
and guts spilled for what
promising peace talks
  once open... now shut

A word that strikes fear
in the hearts of the bravest
plays Taps on trumpets
  for Tragedies gravest...

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 Resounding
echoes of mauve
endowed
gratified bliss
to my gravest woe.
Life’s heedless
demands,
I fear not-
Though I’ve
sought rain in
weak moments,
my hidden nature
of love always kindles 
my
empyrean soul.



Human Nature Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
September 19, 2018...

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Sir, the fact that you’re unsure
of who you are, or why,
and you think the world’s 
not far from ending,
and your wife, allegedly,
is having an affair with a teenager,
and you’re in doubt about 
your own sexuality –
still, with all that against you,
I’d say your neurosis
is sound and healthy. 
As for your state of mind,
I have the gravest of doubts.
...

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In these days of Zoom and Gloom
    'round every bend, crises loom

  Paranoid extremists holding sway
    all the streets, they are one-way

  My friend today's my foe tomorrow
    his infinitesimalist joy, my gravest sorrow  

  Trolls and losers spook the young
    bullies silence their tender tongues...

  Now, as for what is to be done
    Patience, please ~ Long live the Sun!...

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Just recycled laptop number four.
They lived three years each – no less, no more.
Tossing the poor things into a bin
Feels like committing the gravest sin.

Seems like dumping your best-ever friend,
With whom a million hours you did spend,
And about a trillion words did send.
Now it meets ignominious end.

But what in Heaven is one to do:
Bury it with toy it liked to chew?
Now I've another, shiny and new.
Never mind; we get recycled too....

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