Long Impel Poems
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Confused world, complex challenges,
contracting earth, climate changes;
conflicting cultures coalesce.
Booms, bangs, shrills, shrapnels
flood the air; blood clots in the street.
Shredded homes float for sheltered
peace: victims of greed that weathered
the world in her wallows. Who dares
pull back lust or freedom marchers?
Who cares for the mammoth flotsam--
dregs of a fractured world that ripples
under quakes and storms to an unknown?
What a pursuit of freedom that leaves
the world in rubbles--her future forlorn!
When restraint relents, lust screams.
Wilting, yet nations hail wealth,
not weather; consumption or ruination?
Impel moderation or hug implosion.
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
(Feb 24, 2018)
My thoughts I bare center around your love
I climb mountains - I acknowledge trust
Bound to care - the memories on my mind
I am infatuated and I blossom like that of a flower
I blush - when you open those loving arms
In my head - I vision the bud , yet I find
That loving bouquet -I see develops before my eyes
And the garden grows like the beloved feelings , I bare
He listens - he cares about each thought I think
And again my eyes - Love binds with thus a wink
I said , she said - words of wisdom come true to me so wise
I am beauteous - I have a beautiful soul
Your love I see completes me making me whole
I am gifted - I see the light shining down onto me
Then silence! still he wraps his loving self around
My heart it throbs - it pounds - the music plays
I see beauty transpire, I truly remember those days
I sleep ! My dreams in the wild, wild nights
Praise God I met you - in my life it may seem
I boast of fragrance with the aroma of the bud
And thus in my heart , the rose - then too with prose
I meditate! I journal my thoughts with self esteem
And the self love I feel , loving you is so real
At night I blossom with roots of personality
And may the petals on my heart impel me to say
I bless the loyalty of our love , day by day...
My grieving heart is powerless to quell
the rigors of life in this world that I dwell
haunted by hate for having loved too well,
I don’t know what this journey will foretell.
And now I suffer a fate worse than hell
To love passionately and dare not to tell,
While my damned demons howl and yell
these benumbing fears my voice curtail.
Pursued by spirits of darkest night may impel
before long my poor soul will be hauled to hell
that no harrowing abyss on earth can parallel
and no wizard can break this most awful spell.
Did I turn my eyes away from God that I fell
into this accursed abyss, this bottomless well?
Henceforth, with a heavy heart I bid farewell
to find a higher plane for my soul to dwell.
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life is a thin ladder its actors climb.
No matter how they climb,
Some will watch other's tails as they follow steps.
You might see another going farther with speed,
But that shouldn't impel the eyes to wake greed.
Instead, watch attentively the finesse of his legs .
Learn and direct your steps.
For when greed wakes, it connives with the mind.
The end result is always 'pull him ' .
The hands implement Greed's dream .
As the hands pull, the legs come to a stand still.
That one whose legs you pull has his hands holding the ladder while you attack.
If you apply force, then you have to pave way for him to move back.
Consequently, you both will retrogress.
Thus switching your mind from success.
So Irrespective of how you pull, he will never be behind you.
Why not wish he moves for you to follow?
When he gets to the peak, just a stretch of his hand will also make you a hero.
Remember whiles some are behind you, others are also at the bottom waiting to climb the ladder.
Time and patience really matter.
So climb higher but don't pull.
For pulling makes you a weak actor not a bull.
Life is a ladder
There seem so many adventures in far exotic places,
When romancers enjoy serenity and moments so sweet.
Their hearts swoon with greenery’s fragrant traces
And romantic expressions their lips begin to repeat,
As the eternal delights and joys impel their hearts to beat.
Their erotic pleasures devise their own fanciful idyllic scene,
As their movements together seem less and less discreet.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.
Here I sit in wonder as my mind is going through paces,
With nothing more than the past with which to compete.
About the hearth of yore and the embers it yet embraces;
I ask the God of love if it may again emit such heat,
Sufficient to give light to every fixture of this retreat.
It might awaken age fermented desires so serene
To reign like the stars high above in sublime conceit.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.
May two lovers once again gaze into each other’s faces;
May answers to each other’s eternal questions be complete.
And might their future be inherently bright by God’s graces;
As they are amused by songs and melodies so sublimely sweet
And tripping the light fantastic confines vanish below their feet.
With long remembered yearnings they dine with regal mien,
As they seek all their memories dreams and visions to replete.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.
A toast to all romantics who are so inspired by sentiments like this,
Who prepare for the most gorgeous event possibly foreseen,
Who await the return of a romantic age of experiences of bliss.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.
As dawn it roosts, to the early lids of my opened eyes,
Never ever has been a happy feeling pleasant comprise.
Quinquennium back I can clearly remember,
The morning’s plea scalds my thoughts like burning ember.
My blanket festooned body, on the bed it stirs & moves,
The immensity of my drumming head, ever hopes it improves.
Rise as I to the early morn’s sunshine,
Try to smile and reminiscent, it’s surely futile to whine.
And so I sooth my dreary mind,
Impel the mind to elude dismal thoughts & unwind.
Alas! I’m timorous, those dull & dismal thoughts befall,
My mind ,now I know I need to overhaul.
To edify my mind I have to seek,
Muse must I, think ponder reflect every day of the week.
Tall happy positive thoughts I must now contemplate,
For these are those that will bring me peace and joy once they ruminate.
When I close my eyes to tardy nites,
Am gonna be happy at morn the thought itself excites.
A long dark shadow of doubt it always looms,
It’s foggy dawn and my dull thoughts they resume.
From dawn to dusk I carry on a low,
Pessimistic spirits, they make me slow.
Explicit thoughts are sought desired,
A sound body and mind are always admired.
Forlorn, behold it in my mind’s eyes,
Set tone the work ambience my passions cries,
Throttled are my dreams, dismayed are my desire,
And Brutus knife it’s uncouth edge stabs the back in holy attire.
In a Quinquennium span, and time it ran,
But my spirit at first light is like a weary man,
Now I cognize to him his destiny a bloom,
And to me my destiny untwined from his , so not to doom.
Must alter my retort to suit me fine,
And joyous days will transcend me to cloud nine.
Aghast I am for I have lost,
The crusade within me and am weary exhaust.
Forlorn I am to the day’s time,
Often mull are they my thoughts, that are all slime.
Forlorn I am to the nite’s time,
I know it’s time to clean up my heart’s grime.
Forlorn it will be till I inversely think,
From insanity, I’m now on its brink.
Forlorn ,I want to say good bye,
For many eons before I die.
GO AHEAD, MAKE MY DAY!*
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There once was a squirrel named Clint,
who lived in tree branches in Eastwood near Flint.
With an armored tank near,
he ruled without fear,
for in Eastwood, with his reign Clint was content.
The rabbits did quake in their burrows,
while Clint fired acorns like arrows.
“Your cheese is certainly no match,
for my tank’s bulletproof with a perfect hatch.
Remember, I’m king of these woodsy meadows!”
So, if you should wander through Flint,
and see Clint with his tank beat up and bent,
just remember this tale,
of nutty squirrel with acorns to impel,
who fancied himself a powerful prince!
The yellow scraps perform a thrill during fierce storms.
The breeze turbine is a lofty pattern within local farms.
Amazed, I can spot concussive impacts in the wet stones.
Bursting a ball of fire to tackle to impel amply atones.
A golden ovoid floats through unfathomable seas.
In symbiosis, green clusters wave in the gentle breeze.
Portentous obscurities better the mighty sweep.
During this time, igniting was lit on cremated sheep.
Misty areas are evolving naturally to be wildly small.
Efficient turbines humming, the trees shriek as well.
The dappled shade of padded blossom subtly changed.
A tentative mid-year sunset will have utterly emerged.
Twirled, observing the shadow in youngster-like awe.
A rare bird split a point worm and devoured him raw.
Written: November 15, 2021
Between Earth and Sky
The shining stars beckon my soul,
Unknown lands before me unfold;
I gaze at the dazzling light,
Everything around seems bright.
Yet grief gnaws my tender breast,
My pining heart knows no rest,
The plaintive moan of mankind
Echoes in my mind.
The deep sea I wish to explore,
Sea where the tidal waves never creep;
My goal is the celestial shore,
Shore where never glides any ship.
Yet my heart wails the forlorn flowers,
My soul grieves the cheerless bowers;
I long to hear human sound,
Echoing from the earthly ground.
The spatial sphere I wish to view,
Sphere where the soul is ever new;
The stately realm I wish to glance,
Realm where angels are said to dance.
Yet the glade withholds my wings,
The trees impel me to sing;
Even at light should I stare,
The naked trees bedim my glare.
Pitched between earth and sky
Shall I know where I lie!
Posted 27 January 2023
Written in 1975 at the age of 25
Features in a small collection of poems entitled "Between Earth and Sky" self-published in 1976.
Ever since I experienced being significantly monetarily sidelined...
(how about that topic for a change of pace?)
Yes back to getting walloped, decked
and clubbed courtesy cold hearted brute,
who casually, glad handedly, and royally
flushed out mine tailored pricey suit
wherein every pocket
once stashed, and lined with loot.
Ever since scamming imbroglio
(three weeks ago today -
July eleventh two thousand twenty three)
yours truly, a formerly
happy go lucky wordsmith
immune to the plethora
of devious shenanigans
courtesy predacious traitors
to the bywords of honesty and integrity
scamper away with laundered money.
Mine fantasy modus operandi to cope
regarding falling prey
to hoax gullible guy
to surrender crisp greenbacks
entrapment like a dope
no matter poet of Penn Valley
at the end of his figurative rope,
when fraudsters shill and scope
out crosshairs stunning
persons exhibiting naïveté
the following escapist ploy adopted.
E'er since I (a reincarnated cavalier
or gentleman snubbed
by sought after Southern Belle)
at night suicidal ideations
visit psyche as haunting spectre
sublimated death wish
permeates thru mine every cell
courting the grim reaper
to carry me back to carry
me back to Old Virginny,
where lovely bones
of me Confederate ancestors dwell
upon bloody fields farewell
to arms and legs
mounted battlefields when groundswell
of internecine warfare
made life on earth
wind and fire created a living hell
he who fleeced me
vengeance doth impel
to imagine him gunned down
as enemy numero uno.
Moribund courtesy online heist
me entire being feels
chopped, minced, and appallingly diced,
hence no surprise
sheepishly admitting to ewe
how yours truly still feels blue
aghast at passivity prevailed
how grievousness flourishes
checking and savings accounts
frankly zapped analogous
how David regarding Goliath he slew,
yet impossible mission
to know your enemy
with absolute zero details,
cuz the fly by night scamp
flat out sold pack of lies
of course I voluntarily
must admit straightaway and true
mine fingers converted cash
to bitcoin currency
yet entranced, kickstarted, seduced
as Harvey Specter
did courtesy sotto voce woo.