Long Locates Poems
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The bee knows to find pollens;
the spider, to bridge a gorge—
driven, as in the blood.
Stream follows a slope
and locates the sea
in a rustling meander,
gathering moss, throwing up gloss.
None can stymie the racing sun,
or slow the course
that providence set
till decked with a garland
of purple rose.
It's in the blood;
in a genetic transmutation
wrought by the ageless hand
that sculptured and hungq
floating moon and winking stars.
The sun cuts through dense jungle,
drills a way in pitch darkness;
he sucks honey from rock,
draws the fury of fleas in the lea.
Cry against his blazing rays,
the scotching heat,
but hug the warmth lest
winter whines while summer
flees for lack of spring.
© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi
Our cat's keep us safe from not only rodents of all particular's , but also from the invisible
strange and terrible things that cannot be allowed to take hold or go unchecked.
These unseen terrors stalk the woods , sleep and breed with spiders and lay upon our pillows and mattress's and await that moment when sleep leaves us unguarded .
Then from the abomination of their unholy union ,nightmares and illness to us are then born.
Our feline allies see Those hiding things,
and without pity dispatch them from this realm back from whence they came .
From ancient times Bastet and her kind have been guardian to our unaware yet vulnerable Sleeping souls .
The Feles purr is not just a sound of contentment ‘no it is so much more it's rhythm and frequency locates any threat from their quarry that may lerk invisible for us,
A resounding that resonates in perfect pitch with our own frequency and manifest as calm within us.
These noble creatures are capable of speech you know
but have really nothing to say because unless prompted humans tend only to talk to their cats and never listen back .
I see that guardianship with which their kind humbly lay around us , I feel comfort that comes from their presence.
I smile with appreciation when my cat sits upon or beside me , purring ,guarding ,keeping me safe from those strange and terrible things .
I arrive at the airport but they can’t find my booking
She’s painting her fingernails and not even looking
At last she locates it, then says I need to pay more
But I can now have a seat and not sit on the floor
I look at the departures, yikes they’ve cancelled my flight
I MUST be on that plane - they do not know my plight
Tomorrow afternoon I should be getting wed
And spending the night in my honeymoon bed
They divert me elsewhere, at least I’m in the air
Shame about my luggage, they can’t find it anywhere
One suitcase is in Milan, the other is in Hong Kong
My dress is in one of them what else can go wrong?
I’m getting quite tearful in fact it's all doom and gloom
Something else is missing – I’ve forgotten the groom!
11th July 2014
Poem edited August 2021 - originally written for Carolyn Devonshire’s vacation Humor Contest
We settled into Baltimore after rejecting several locations after the dreaded shoot out thus move seemed right although two Suburban trucks tailed us from the airport the driver was excellent at distracting our surroundings I wasn't afraid this time I was more drained the children were pent up fidgeting everyone needed to pee I notice a small diner ahead with a broken ice cream cone as a sign the children screamed oh please please the driver nodded no way I will never forget the disappointment on their faces we have to keep moving I closed my eyes for just a second when the tire blew the driver yelled damn we are so close his phone rang instructing him to keep driving he did exactly that drove on the hubcap all the way to this undisclosed location finally we all piled out of the vehicle and poured into our new safe house secluded dreadful wood sound proof no flowers no bird feeders I felt bland sterile knowing this is our new norm until the hitmen locates us again until the assassin's are released reloading assault rifles no curtains only metal blinds all around this place a quiet quaint bomb shelter with six bunk beds an indoor play ground toys puzzles pot holder kits to past my time food diapers delivered every Monday the instructor announced if you need extra female things leave the box out we'll get them do not write notes of any kind not even drawings no coloring books or crayons log cabin blocks were stacked no out let's no electronics books were selected randomly new ones will be brought in every Thursday so if it's something special you need we'll work through it remember dear your killers are still out there they are very violent very corrupt nothing and no one can be trusted at this point you are now a government spy a data breach severe identity fraud against you so valid very dangerous keeping you safe is top
priority my prayers are certainly with you and we are doing
everything in our power to protect you make yourself at
home here God bless you I responded with God bless you
also and God bless the United States of America
She never cleans me
I thought he might break down and do it
Because I have seen him wash up the microwave
And yesterday he rinsed the sink
I am smelly, sticky, and irritated.
There is crusty gunky stuff in my basement
Drips of ketchup and syrup have hardened on my shelves
I feel disrespected, dishonored, disheveled
And I am disgusted
Here he comes to get something
If I could hide it I would,
Maybe it would force him to clean me
Deep sigh as he rumbles around in the Tupperware
He finally locates the cheese that he wanted
Why don’t you say something? Milk demands.
I don’t talk human, I tell him.
None of the refrigerators do.
Brahms pushes a piano into my ear.
I hear the stool creak as he sits.
He does not introduce the music,
he expects me to remember it,
know it, eat it.
He lights up a Havana,
clarinet and violin cough
inside a woody cochlear.
Viola takes hold
of a long nostalgic ligament
loosening a stirrup bone.
Bearded old Brahms
shifts from one large butt cheek
to another,
chords shudder
the music trans-locates us
as we share the lingering hint
of Bratwurst
on his nicotine stained fingers.
Not being musically trained
I am grateful
to accompany a cello and viola
on a kazoo
shaped like a nose.
The Image comic’s antihero Spawn,
born Albert Simmons, devil worshippers' son,
becomes a high-ranking official in the CIA,
and turns into a capable and ruthless assassin.
To burn him to death, conspires Strinson,
who sends him to rot permanently in hell,
where the devil makes him a Hellspawn.
With the brutally burnt body in pain,
he eventually comes back to earth alive again,
as a demonic sentinel, called Violator,
without having knowledge of his previous identity.
He wanders in a state of bewilderment weary
with the remnants of the failed memory,
till the time he locates his lost wife, Wanda.
When he is told his powers may get depleted,
and to hell he will return divested,
in order to perpetuate his strength,
he seeks for his life a new mission,
performs many antihero escapade actions,
fights the criminals of organized crimes,
demolishing the demon’s domination.
In the long run, his abode is bombed,
he survives, and on revival, hears God as dog tell,
Wanda is trapped in hell.
So, he fights the Satan and saves her,
redeems his love for her who goes to heaven later.
In her memory, Spawn persists to protect the people
from the forces of supernatural danger.
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March 30, 2023
Contest : Spawn
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