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Matt is a freakishly neat male
His kitchen is spotlessly clean
Almost made his date Dot want to bail
Clutter free to her is utterly obscene.
To live here would feel like jail.
Matt felt it was amazingly keen.
His minimalism felt rather stale.
Dot simply despised Matt’s neat-nick scene.
Her home is loaded with piles of junk mail,
She is a hoarder from way back, a keep-everything-queen.
Dot drags anything home she finds loose or on sale.
Figures her life is not what Matt would glean.
She thinks it is best probably to bail.
If he saw her home, he might be mean.
Various piles of debris, hearty and hale.
She keeps to herself, to most unseen.
Matt keeps his austere life without fail.
Dot continues to live like a wild free teen.
Neither realizing their union would have been hearty and hale
Both living alone the rest of their life, their lives both green.
Evilness has not reared his head in my world.
I know nothing of it, really, and do not pretend to.
The devilish ways of mischievous mites and sprites
Makes me happy. I love their keen confidence.
Give me an unruly child, with lots of energy.
I understand them, I love their enthusiasm.
I tap into their imagination; I thrive on their oneness.
Highly in tune with these dancing, prancing brownies.
Give me these children every single day
Because we speak the same language
We are the weird ones, the unexpected
The crazies, the loonies, the nonintimidated.
We are the creatures who give status quo
Something to roll their eyes on.
We are in tune with our inner children
And we do not go gladly into mediocrity.
KITE
Graceful buoyant in flight
Me the black-breasted Kite
Broad in structure, yet body light.
Loner am I, love to soar high
Slowly steadily waggling flapping
long narrow angled-back wings
with notched tail to propel
gliding swooping on kinetic dive.
On insects, rodents, reptiles I wish to thrive
mostly alive.
Sometimes snails for a break.
Slow-moving creatures at stake,
cannot escape.
Expert to pick up prey
with wavy-edged mandible beak
at the very opportune moment
directed by my sharp keen eyesight.
Me the black-breasted Kite.
Raving gang!
Nation in a mirthful mood,
Whirrs of discordant triumph,
Eyes steaming noxious passion.
Look about!
Revelry boils over;
Death in the embrace of a squall
Eddies skyward; the stench chokes.
The rabble!
Itch for fun in filthy holes—
Slide down the slit of vipers.
The wild stares, chilled in a pout.
Look atop!
Gaunt vultures swarm in wait,
Craning with graveyard muteness;
Keen eyes, sharp claws, ready to pluck.
Joyous gang!
Rainbow spray, deep emotions,
Dewdrops glistening at dawn
Awaiting the summer sun.
© 2015 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Fra Angelico Sermon on the Mount
Jesus and his tight knit group
the pristine sculptured scene
breathtaking and serene
a halo light surrounds the head
of keen ears leaning in
it’s as if the disciples have died
and gone to heaven to relive
this ultimate speech
robe’d in blue, red and pinks
yet there’s a disparity, a blot
Judas’ halo is black
he’s nothing more
than a crescent moon
to be blown off the mountain peak
be the absentee scourge
remembered no more
floored
to the basement of hell
O that each one a saint
bereft of sins’ chains
the silver in his grip
a shark in their midst
shamed, shamed
by the Lord in chains
who’d die for him
a lame duck
who’d not embrace
the words of God’s lips
as if they were life itself
2/4/2021
Who seeks the truth with a curious gaze?
A child's bright eyes pierce the shadowed maze.
The scholar's relentless, tireless quest,
Unveiling mysteries, putting doubt to the test.
The artist's keen eye, a story untold,
In the mundane, beauty's secrets unfold.
What ignites the flame, the burning desire?
The question that sparks, setting knowledge afire.
The fuel for discovery, the engine's strong roar,
Unlocking the mysteries we yearn to explore.
The thread of inquiry, a path yet unseen,
Unraveling secrets, where truth has been keen.
When does the "why" awaken, a whisper so bright?
At dawn's first awakening, pushing back the night.
Faced with the unknown, a puzzle unsolved,
A yearning for understanding, a story evolved.
In confusion's tangle, a knot we unwind,
Seeking clarity, answers we wish to find.
Where does the classroom nurture curiosity's fire?
Where minds ignite and questionings transpire.
In the lab's sterile cradle, experiments unfold,
"Whys" and "hows" whispered, stories bravely told.
From the ocean's deep depths to the vastness of space,
Mysteries beckon, a curious embrace.
Why quench the thirst for knowledge so deep?
Secrets unveiled, promises we keep.
To grasp the vast universe, its wonder and plight,
Unraveling darkness, seeking the guiding light.
Building on knowledge, a legacy passed,
Connecting the dots, erasing shadows at last.
How do we frame the question, the path we may tread?
With a furrowed brow, a spirit never misled.
Relentless pursuit, a heart that won't quit,
Persevering until the answer is lit.
With a heart full of wonder, and a willingness true,
Unlocking the secrets, lessons learned anew.
So let us keep questioning, with passion and might,
For in the pursuit, knowledge shines ever bright.
When awakened by a golden sunrise call
and birds announcing spring upon my sill...
I'm thrilled to see the night has left a shawl
of green enchantment, dressing every hill !
It painted twigs of every leaf and bough
and tiptoed in while I was soundly sleeping
Spreading news that spring is here, and now
is how a world renews our spirits, sinking
Green has roused the meadows from their soggy beds
and dried the willow's tears, from sadly, weeping
She kissed the leaves before the summer's red
And urged my muse to do some gallant leaping !
Awakened by the bugle's morning thrill
of green that dresses keen on every hill
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For "It's Spring, Show Me The Green" Contest: 3/21/15
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
"Blue Avians and the Poetic State of Mind
post apocalypse
the mother
sought the assistance
of Blue Avians.
when it came to
eggs stolen from a nest
who better than to
seek the assistance
of those ancient
wise creatures.
they had a keen sense
of the poetic.
without speaking,
they intuitively
understand
the misunderstood.
The Blues
shot right through
to the heart
of the matter.
Triangulation.
seated in
lapis lazuli
Merkaba
thrones
they fly
in fierce squadrons
sharp eyes, and minds
surveying the In-Between Place.
extra sensory perception
they lock into targets
reading signals hidden
under the radar
the cloaked
co-ordinates
of the Draconian
the great pretenders,
finding weakness
in the criminals’
fading camouflage.
slippery scales, light weights,
the Draconian
are bird bait;
too shiny,
inherent and inherited
reptilian, lizard minds
unsettling reprobates
in false light armour;
their dangerous enabling
supporting the
underbelly of it all,
their brother,
the venomous
Arachnid army.
The Blue Avians
saw deep inside
the Necromancer’s
deep indigo heart,
the blue heart of true mother.
they were for her
with faith
every time;
for like them, after all,
she also could fly
with the full strength,
the force of will in her mind.
they would fly
by her side. anytime.
they held no fear
of her motives,
her just moment,
her calling mission
for return of her child,
in the fullness of time.
they see
and they feel
the fierce call
of the Necromancer’s
true mind.
post apocalypse
the mother
sought the assistance
of Blue Avians.
when it came to
eggs stolen from a nest
who better than to
seek the assistance
of those ancient
wise creatures,
they possessed a keen sense
of swift justice.
they read
without speaking
truth in
the poetic,
a unifying
undying
poetically alienated
state of mind
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset;
I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky."
"In the sphere I am everywhere the centre,
as She, the circumference, is nowhere found."
Eye of Horus.
Horus.
Thoth.
Nuit.
From the Earth's deep slumber, ancient Gaia woke in pain, Whispering a plea to futures, a celestial rain, A trillion hearts of teenagers, called by name, Five champions arising, their destinies the same, For Gaia's love, they answered, to cleanse the Earth again.
From the Earth's rich bounty, one with grounded might, Fire's burning passion, shining ever bright, Wind's ethereal freedom, soaring through the night, Water's flowing wisdom, a cleansing, gentle light, And Heart, love's true essence, banishing all blight.
"Earth! Fire! Wind! Water! Heart! Go, Planeteers!" they cry, A symphony of elements, reaching for the sky, The elements converge now, as the dark shadows die, A hero then ascendant, with a vibrant, azure dye, Captain Planet answers, where hope will never lie.
With skin of deepest azure, hair a verdant sheen, The elements entwined, a force yet to be seen, His strength like mountains rising, a powerful machine, Against the Eco-Villains, with motives dark and mean, A champion of the planet, perpetually keen.
Through toxic fumes they battled, in poisoned waters deep, For futures yet unborn, promises to keep, Each lesson learned with courage, from slumber they will leap, The show's goal now unfolding, secrets it’ll deeply keep, To teach the world awareness, from innocence to steep.
A legacy enduring, in hearts both young and old, A message clear and potent, a story to be told, "The Power is Yours!" resounding, like legends of pure gold, A call to action ringing, a story to behold. Captain Planet's promise, forever to unfold.
She came sauntering into the bedroom with that peacock look.
Not only is she sexy, but Queen Hafsa is an excellent cook.
Is my steak finished? King Sabir asked, salivating a bit.
Queen Hafsa gave him a dance that showed him her whit.
His brown eyes narrowed as he stared at her feathered tail.
Hey, he asked, did the peasants yet bring in the mail?
She gave a spin and stared the king down hard.
He coughed a bit, and was shaking like jelly lard.
Queen Hafsa still had a mesmerizing effect on him.
He knew now her act was serious, not a whim.
She pinned him to the bed and gently stroked his arm.
He laid back and gave up. What could be the harm?
She was a beast in the bedroom, his lovely queen.
A tiger, a cougar, a devout lover, smart and keen.
King Sabir’s eyes narrowed, and he let her lead the way.
Thrilled to the core, with his sensuous queen that day.