Long Pales Poems
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For You my love's unwavering
and ample to inspire;
its passion for You burns red-hot
like a blazing bonfire.
All the year long my thoughts o'er You
captivate and free me;
they form wing-like to my caged mind
which You give liberty.
Like the vast, bottomless oceans
my warmth for You runs deep;
in its depths is my great ardor
that makes great Neptune weep.
Like Helen of Troy Your fair face
surely can launch a fleet
of a thousand ships brimming with
Greeks who'd war by Your feet.
Even Homer's rich, epic verse
cannot do You justice;
his oft-sung poetry pales near
You, my gold-maned goddess.
Were You deity of Greek myth
You'd be Aphrodite,
a numen of unsurpassed grace
and unrivaled beauty;
or Athena, goddess of wisdom,
justice, the arts and war.
As deity of lore and truth,
You'd shut ignorance's door.
On life's tempestuous seas, You'd
foreshadow bright omens
as harbinger of good fortunes,
and patron of captains.
Your rare spirit so enrapts me,
and carries me along
that the joy of Your company
compels me to new song.
I wish at last to pen, Beloved,
that what I have begun
with this poem won't be f'nished until
we're together as one!
fathomless depth of where i long to be,
freefalling into a whisper of a moment-
pales in comparison to what once was,
fearing not the way i chose to breathe
lost in the abyss no one warned me about,
flabbergasted without reprieve as the
laughter in fields fade into willows weeping-
i am left on the horizon awaiting the phoenix;
may i rise from the ash of a tormented youth
and free myself from the angst of tomorrow
“i need tears to nourish my heart’s desire,
crave pain when nothing seems right-
for there is no need to fight the light,
i just go towards the burning ember fire”
releasing who i once was,
comprehending who i am now
5.4.20
“Under a silver desert moon, serenity settles like soft dust upon the soul.”-quote by poetess
A yucca lifts its pale-white spire,
a moon-kissed torch the winds admire;
its petals gleam like quiet fire,
moonlit serenity sits quietly upon the desert floor.
Bluebells bring delicate cobalt blooms,
Indian paintbrush pours out crimson plumes;
the barrel cactus defends the shifting dunes,
moonlit serenity sits quietly upon the desert floor.
A roadrunner glides through sagebrush~
a feathered glyph in midnight’s blush
its shadow shapes a fleeting hush
moonlit serenity sits quietly upon the desert floor
A kit fox follows faint cool trails,
its soft steps whisper through nighttime veils;
its umbra flickers where moonlight pales,
moonlit serenity sits quietly upon the desert floor.
Gila monsters wander through the stone,
its ancient colors softly shown;
the desert echoes in hollow tone,
moonlit serenity sits quietly upon the desert floor.
The desert lifts its face to midnigt stars,
cosmos close, no glow from lights or cars;
the Milky Way spills near and far,
moonlit serenity sits quietly upon the desert floor.
Nighttime sky, graceful starlit lace,
a silent watcher of this ancient place;
its stillness holds in ageless grace,
moonlit serenity sits quietly upon the desert floor.
Love, love, love, what is love?
This is how I would describe love
When we feel it for the very first time
It's like nothing we've ever felt before
We start doing irrational things
We feel like we're walking three feet off the ground
We see beautiful flowers where none exist
We feel warm on the coldest of winter days
Nothing and no one can bring down our mood
It's the happiest most exciting time of our life
Feeling the love of another person ranks up there
As one of the greatest thrills, one can experience
Compared to love, all else pales,
Love always wins hands down
It's what we live for, why we exist
The moon above in a sea of twinkling stars
Would rank second to this treasure of treasures
When that one person comes along, no one need tell us
We know immediately!
Eternal love... the gift of a lifetime!
The bricks glitter
with passing snails,
in natures beauty
all else pales
The dew on the tips
spectacular at dawn,
fields like diamonds
glitter the morn
Rays of light
shoot in the sky,
mapping a course
in my left eye
The rivers breeze
caresses the trees,
tugging on leaves
watch their frieze
stillness surrounds
the red back hills,
everyone asleep
on last nights pills
A Kookaburra laughs
waking the dead,
shushing him I say
"You'll wake up Fred !"
Finally the sun
decides to arrive,
this is when I love
just to be alive
These hours of alchemy
pass by me again,
can't wait for tomorrow
just to be in this Zen.
I’ve watched the sun rise in Angkor Wat
The beauty in Santorini will not be forgot
Mount Bromo was a sight worthy to behold
Cape Town did shine so bright and so bold
I witnessed the sun as it set on the Grand Canyon walls
The moonlight dancing on the Sutherland Falls
I’ve cried at the feet of the Redeemer so grand
I’ve seen so much beauty in many a land
Nothing compares to what I’ve seen with my heart
A sight so amazing it just tore me apart
It all pales in comparison so right and so true
The beauty that I see every time I’m holding you
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dust-wearing-wind carries a feeble cry in its palm,
settles it near ears that can no longer hear.
Cries arise from hollows of your hungry face,
a pulpit of high cheeks bones— in sharp relief
to sunken skin-scape sallow and paper thin—
a preacher on the harrows of hunger.
Vulture keeps a still, silent vigil,
a patient witness to your starvation,
comrade and adversary
in a fight for your last breath and beat.
Your loyal companion, a symbol of death
where drones rain with flames on tents of refugees
and sky splitting missiles make shrapnel of the sun,
where dragon fire artillery shoots the moon
and shreds stars till they fate-fall
like the last nightjars from nocturne skies.
Dear child of war,
alone with nothing in your belly but a stone,
rib bones a famine cage,
thoracic fingers squeeze your soul.
Your heart a hostage,
flutters like a lost moth against your sternum.
I long to hold you and feed you
honey made from a million wild flowers
uncrushed beneath metal plates of tank treads.
I yearn to bathe you of collapsed concrete dust
cleanse you of your mother’s blood, her
rattle-boned, battle-owned, maternal body wrapped
over yours as they fed her Kalashnikov lead.
My faraway ache for your plight pales
against your tiny body’s black-rose-throes,
a pawn to thorns of soldiers
grown on rocket-torn-boot-worn streets.
War-zone fig trees bear no fruit,
hibiscus buds die as hornets knit nests into shrubs,
tomorrow but a diseased wheat field laid to waste.
Dear child of war,
deliverance will come when pall-bearer winds
carry your cries elsewhere…
Saddens when strength fritters, muscles run to flab with age;
a once smooth surface wrinkles bold etchings of joy and sorrows
while rough landscape seizes the trophy, buries beauty beneath
creases and squinting eyes and drooping girth and jarring joints.
Look at a mirror—you're yet you at heart though reflection feigns.
Beauty is forever, not strength, not health. Life has a bell-shaped
trajectory—a sure-fire sine curve, though the sonic boom pales
at prime. Blurred vision fails to see the diminishing present
or the long haul ahead; ought to, and so cuddle the rhythm,
bound up to breast the finish line. Else gamble at summer's crest;
winter in the trough with a wobble. What an old age with sighs
and stings, peace paling with aching joints and flabby muscles!
Robbed of youthful verve, a pain prick twitches the nerves.
What a youth spent as if now's forever! We all need a brace ahead
of when the frail frame fails at nine or ninety... or in between!
The wise may think otherwise. Maybe!! The pudding has proof.
All I know: Old age is divine!
© Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
4 February, 2019
The Eiffel Tower gives up its power,
When seductive Paris we travel through.
Mayfair is oft-huddled in a shower,
Tahitian lagoons lose their dreamy blue.
Little awe Greek islands inspire in me,
The romance of the Taj Mahal does pall,
An aurora’s magic I’m slow to see,
Each place we go I feel I’ve seen it all.
The eye no Saharan sky can excite,
Few vistas thrill on a hot air balloon.
The Arctic presents no breathtaking sight,
In Rio I’m hardly over the moon.
The loveliest scene pales next to your face,
And no glimpse of paradise can amaze.
Beloved,
I whisper your name in the stillness of prayer,
A blessing of light through the cool evening air.
So proud of us both, for the fire we’ve walked through,
For the love that stayed steady when skies were not blue.
Your soul has awakened like stars breaking free,
A quiet rebellion of who you’re meant to be.
The struggles that visit, then fade like the rain,
Have carved you to wisdom, each tear was not vain,
But turned into treasure in God’s loving sight.
You walk now with God as His cherished delight,
Your heart wide and open, your spirit alight.
You carry yourself with a gentle command,
Soft strength in your voice, healing grace in your hand.
More radiant, more lovely than words can confess,
The girl I first saw pales beside who you are now,
A woman of purpose, of depth, of caress,
Whose kindness can calm every storm in my chest.
Your beauty runs deeper than eyes can behold,
It glows from the spirit you’ve dared to unfold.
Each scar tells a story of courage and light,
And I fall even harder for you every night.
May angels keep watch as you travel this road,
May peace be your companion, may joy overflow.
I’m endlessly grateful to witness your rise,
Forever your lover, forever surprised
By the miracle blooming in you, my dear heart,
Bound soul to soul in grace, eternally one.
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