Long Elixir Poems
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You are the seed of my soul
And the meaning for my dreams
In my life, you are the most important role
For in my life with you, I know now what "love" means
L is for the ways you "look" right through me
O is for our "oblivion" ~ my angel in disguise
V is for our "victory" in so many years to come
E is for my "elixir" to make sense ~ even when I act dumb
Although I cannot pinpoint exactly why it is this way
Still I love you so much more than words can describe
Forever deep inside of me those feelings will stay
From now until forever my place is by your side
Love is for every single thing on Earth
Too vast and colorful for me to explain
For every second spent with you was well worth
Without you as my primary half I'd literally go insane
I am in love with you so much I can't tell
Words can't describe how much you mean to me
From the highest mountain top, "I love you," I would yell
I love you simply put because with you...
~I Love Who I Can Be!~
Issued paper fibers mirror those of the straw bale,
The waters of the great canal through the morning sail.
In spite Venezia was tied, the chairlift was jostling,
Twisting its way through the small calli in haze whiting.
It's safe to say man has a qualm, despite his skin tone,
The Earth spins around, put your location out of zone.
Informal suburbs have been overrun by strange walls,
The laws of the rulers, custom breeds devotion calls.
It's amazing how people fall for lowering strife,
Then residents achieve bad habits and lose their life.
Identity loss roots our quiet closed eyes, curdle,
Teams were the source of hatred for every step hurdle.
Its clogged and stuffed bowel burst, the young boy died of filth,
They stole his liver, kidneys, and heart, killing his health.
Idle boy's heart beats in a guest's chest; mom's tear-soaked veil,
The boy is dead or lives couched in flesh tombs as was frail.
Its tearful child asks his dad, "where does sorrow stem from?"
The sorrow you get is the kid of joy, if not some.
It's not just the sun's rays that draw forth the elixir,
The Oceans create clouds and those clouds from storms austere.
Isn't the fragrance that lures butterflies, but the same scent,
The flower that would a lover pick for his content?
It's not the light shining on your flesh in the mirror,
The light chases the reverse side's shadow to shiver.
It's when you're glad, know that it cost others happiness,
That you're enthralled recall it's someone else's sadness.
Individualism fails in vain, that's a grouse word,
This may never know how your fault brings oddly well-augured.
It opens endless doors to be tough, profound, and strong,
Though no book or teacher can teach you a complete prong.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Poetry Contest
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Written August 30, 2022
Dot Your I's And Cross Your T's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys
to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky
would you feel the festering forest~
homing arctic orchids within these veins?
or am I to remain detached and numb;
caged in a cursed collision
like an evanescent epiphany
of a misled marionette ~
screaming for a cathartic elixir….
tonight my intuition is a passive-aggressive gaslighter
manipulating the inner voice ~ like a pathological liar
freezing the floral clairvoyance…
while curiosity keeps crawling
amidst crestfallen opium
I ponder: do frost and flame, as I breathe in bleakness~
transcribe how the echo
within the fog filters reality
curated in the midst of melted angst
fluctuating like stone-blind blackness~
a drop-dead delirium kissed by the darkness
of a silent sepulcher?
I’m a prisoner of splitting supernovae
caught in polarized pyretic disruptions
for everything feels like exaggerated deceit
when truth seems like a mere dot above~
a hyphen of irrational ratios
carved from calculated confusions,
betrayed by the violent strings
of my violin heart…
A flamed anguish gathers in a bleak cellar
of gray nights pounding on my veins,
steaming through a roughened flesh;
that in my days I have lost passion’s luster
and solitude is the only elixir I rub for now.
Yet in reflection, the breaths find out how
this darkness can shed a glow upon excretion
of angst: the allowing of heart’s root begins
to sprout in dewy, fertile mornings.
I roam along cafes where flavored kisses
once bloomed in July: your turn now
to beg for a second chance, oh much too soon.
For I have reaped moments of lush joy,
of christened peace ,as new blossoms ripened
from discoveries and friends to feast;
till goblets of life sparkled like oozing champagne
while your face turned old from stubbles of time.
6/18/2015
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Fresh and serene droplets rest in galore
As the dawn smiles on them to adore
The tiny prettiness in spectral mode
Downs from out of the heavenly abode ;
In dainty drips and drizzles the elixir
Enlivens and recharges the aqua-spur
Beyond the brim and out of norm
It sinks the floater and defaces the firm -
Mounds or mansions,weed or tree
Huge or little - are all toppled free ;
Strange are the ways of the cosmic strain
Be it the wind ,fire,tremor or rain
Atop the floating debris and decay,
The self-centred biped strides astray
With a whimsy wand and febrile chill ,
Streching the vicious arm for infinite fill
Of the precious trash ,never for any use;
Yet as ' trade ' - the imbalancing ruse.
~
Among watching forbidden archangels saunter sullen paths
I reflect mandragoras through evanescent gleams of orrery elegies,
whirling into significant distraught dizain stanzas of my obsidian paint
in halcyon hopes my expressive ekphrasis will bloom alongside aureate tulips.
Under opal moons shading dozens of writhing languid lavenders of mauve,
a hushing zephyr cuddles lost villanelle verses of my nocturne lilt heart
shaping obsidian thorns of withering torment into eloquent paradelles
gifting me picturesque promises of prospering ovary triumph over obsidian odes.
O, how I dream vermillion serenade reveries of idyllic illusions
whilst pouring out serpentine verses in poise patterns of bewitching ballads,
perhaps yearning celestine fantasies to be painted in aureate ruby recognition
are as asking one to grasp glazing pearl stars under an elixir eclipse.
Upon scrolling night's interrogating introspective sighs of myrrh melodies
I refocus labyrinthine lilacs of drizzling determination through ethereal epics,
for it is through periwinkle poetry I've learned to set palindromes forward
and through vignette vellichor musings I'll leap amethyst acrostics.
~
Written: August 18, 2023
Pantoum Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
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The moon rises high in a land where spirits swell
Passion, akin to stars, ignites a fervent heart flame
Genuine grins shine amidst silver waves of dwell
Calming whispers of breeze in the river of shame.
Passion, akin to stars, ignites a fervent heart flame
In a realm where spirits bloom, the sun rises high
Calming whispers of breeze in the river of shame
Courtly grins shine in a sea of silver, but never lie.
In a realm where spirits bloom, the sun rises high
Bolts of light arise as schooners set sail on elixir
Courtly grins shine in a sea of silver, but never lie
Inspiration, unwavering truthfulness, zero mixer.
Bolts of light arise as schooners set sail on elixir
Soul's desire glances at the divine through grace
Inspiration, unwavering truthfulness, zero mixer
an everlasting rattling—an auspicious embrace.
Soul's desire glances at the divine through grace
A melody that resonates in the recesses of the soul
An everlasting rattling—an auspicious embrace
Led by the One who transcends all forms of control.
A melody resonates in the recesses of the soul
Devotion drenches every corner where souls grow
Led by the One who transcends all forms of control
Serving as an eternal beacon of boundless joy flow.
Devotion drenches every corner where souls grow
Genuine grins shine amidst silver waves of dwell
Serving as an eternal beacon of boundless joy flow
The moon rises high in a land where spirits swell.
Song on the wind; an ethereal composition can
penetrate the soul; a spark and combustion
reveals the fire of enlightenment.
Spirit awakens to face the universal mind,
on its god-flight.
Platinum wings unfold and against a background of
golden light; spirit soaring,
we morph into atomic particles.
The spiritual “Transporter” engaged opens
multiverses travel; intelligent life is all life…
one in the land of soul.
Here live beings of infinite knowledge and wisdom.
Locked out of the moral inn, they wait;
mind and soul are the keys by which,
we open eternity’s door and pass through.
Inundation, a gathering of energy;
that harmonic moment, realized when the
Dharma pours into our mortal vessel.
Drink heartily, without egoism’s censorship;
we have more than we know.
Power channels atomically through the open door;
spirits in a mortal box always have spare keys.
Ascending the mountaintop, drawn to the realm eagles glide,
With unfurled wings locked on a cruise, eyes glistening in the sun,
I heave over the crest of crags, my mind, on the dizzy brow,
Pulled by the dew, the sunbath, the soft echoes of rhythmic
Pitter-patter of dew drops, and the charming panorama.
Above the clouds, glossy dew dribbles calmly, chills summer,
Warms winter. Blooming flowers bow at the whiff of the wind.
Honey jets from hives like milk from udders of pampered flocks.
On the plane, my eyes stretch to where the sky embraces the sea—
Blue with blue in lovers' hug. I soak heaven's elixir!
Earth rumbles, jostles for breath, sinking in the mire of death.
I dread... no! Dare I think of the grumble, the jostling against
One another for what is not, what drains off like rain from a rock?
On the plane, I float with the clouds, tanning in the sun.
© 2015 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Love and sing! Oh, you, who pour from the nectar of your love,
Elixir of desire, a caress for my thirsty heart,
Feet caught in the satin of destiny,
Seeking magical paths, hidden in the surreal white of the full moon.
Banish me, scold me, and tell me,
Why are you the air I breathe day by day?
How can a soul collect diamonds of longing,
A longing that carries the light of future promises, still unfulfilled?
Through me flows the enchanted potion
With the taste of wormwood and pear from Eden’s garden,
And banishes oblivion deep into unknown abysses,
As long as in us, the eternal summer shines.
Love and sing with me, ignite flames of desire in my veins,
And in my eyes, magical crystalline potions,
Repeat over and over again when you come!
Touch my gaze, decode my voice,
And break the spell of silence that floats between us,
For life is a path sprinkled with spells and yearnings,
And my eyes, both, desire you endlessly!
Lift me to the peak of the enchanted mountain,
With golden wings, with the entire burden of dreams,
When the sun's disk bathed in tears of longing,
For all my unpenetrated desires.
Here, in the secret waltz of thoughts and hopes,
The soul becomes a canvas painted by the illusions of time.
Each word, a stroke of magic and romance,
Each sigh, a song of eternity.
This is the dance of love and longing,
An ageless symphony sung in the hidden chambers of the heart,
Under the mysterious gaze of the immortal stars.