Long Perchance Poems
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Somewhere to Nowhere Mystery
Enigma’s sleuth climbs up for clues – somewhere to nowhere
Facing innocuous door wearing an opaque face, end of case or beginning,
The physic soul tumbles into a void of suspicions
No evidence to track – no hints mesmerize theories -
No guarantees of finding another sunrise on the other side
Magic or mayhem, mystery or monster, memory or momentary,
Damsel or time’s leaping tiger topsy-turvy;
Ebony staircase turning to sand, no way back from this fourth dimension
Nowhere to somewhere,
Exit or entry disappearing into a dawn of discoveries -
Stakeout leaping into oblivion perchance –
Destiny’s detective blinded by star flung fate –
Old glories or new splendors – portal slow opens
Primal scream of amazement a new puzzle emerging
Conundrums and riddles tipped on their heads;
No closing the case
New leads to follow at the backroom crossroads of somewhere
To maybe nowhere.
9-19-20
"Riddle, wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma." Attributed to Winston Churchill.
They finished reading their bedtime story…she finished praying the Lord her soul would keep…as her mother tucked her in she asked, “Momma, why do we sleep?”
“And while we’re on the subject,” she said, her eyes now open and bright, “how did it come to be…we only sleep at night?”
Of course she knew the scientific answer…of which she could easily relate…but gazing into her chid’s eyes she thought…for now…science could wait.
“We are given many gifts when we’re created.” She said. “to use anyway we deem…but one of our greatest gifts…I believe…is our ability to dream.”
“I believe our dreams are important…their meaning so profound…so deep…and I believe our greatest dreams appear before us as we sleep.”
“And it is only after the sun goes down…of this I have no doubt…only in the the dark of night…that our dreams…like stars…come out.?
“So you see the night is made not just for sleeping…it is for dreaming too…so tomorrow when you wake up…you can begin to make those dreams come true.”
“And if tomorrow a dream comes true…how wonderful….if not…her mother beamed…why that’s why we have the next night…for another chance to dream.”
“And have all your dreams come true Momma?” Her daughter asked…as into sleep she slid….Her mother kissed her on the forehead smiling…
“I know of one that did.”
Before the Day Turned Into Night 1-21-24
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Before the Day Turned Into Nigh - ITQ
Through veils of rose twilight dances
Wink, a smile, coquettish glances
Flirts with the stars, the moon, perchance,
Promise for dusky romances.
She wears sheer hues that silhouette
The shapely shades of dusk’s coquette
Amber tease in fuchsia ballettes
Light and shadows in dusk’s duets.
This playful minx just can’t behave
Teases nightfall with siren’s faves,
Golden tones split the airy waves,
Night encouraged to misbehave.
Before the day turned into night
A coral kiss turns off the lights.
trials & temptations
life's leaven
twenty-four seven
my nose pressed flat
against the sweet shop pane
a yearning
welled within
a sigh
a shrug
I shuffle off
childhood was rationed then
where
apples overhang
the orchard wall
sun-kissed draped
now about to fall
in
hedgerows ablaze
with succulent sweets
will-power
melts
in a crumble
temptation's face
with whispers
so often
ensnare &enlace
allurement
in her glance
a come hither
perchance
away away
I'll not play
begone
deceit
false words
go go
let not
my ego show
depart depart
I'll not listen
....today
Oh, my heart has divine, samba-musical, dream treats,
I sit here tapping in golden shod, tanned, perfumed feet.
Unwilling to share my dreams, lest they from me, disappear,
Dreams are my guiding lights by which my poetry to steer.
These globes hold my snow-glistening mountaintops to glide,
Hope-filled crystal balls, deepest wishes, reside and sleep inside.
Perchance on a warm beach all tanned, with doves soaring above,
Sipping crushed, cold mango-ice, and without trying, came my love!
3/22/2024
Papa ...
Why build your walls so thick?
Did you fear the world would tumble in on you -
Find you as vulnerable and discomposed as the rest of us?
I think your TRUE battles - your wars - took place within
An Id so ambiguous and at odds with itself
That you drowned it in substance and sin and mortality
The edge of a knife too jagged for shrewd application
Visceral impulse, your fine compass
Those paths and bearings felt the prow of your words
Perchance the movable feast was NOT Paris
But rather the light in you - Paris as you lived it, in the rain
You and she, shining, in tremulous unison
Tapping keys with the lethality of your favorite rifle
The point of your pen invasive as any needle, poisoned
Ravaged and gored by the demons of night
Yet passed untouched by the bulls of Pamplona
Your world was raw on the half-shell
You, with Tabasco and a paring knife
Beauty found in muddy fields and mustard gas
As deep and compelling as a Caribbean sunrise
More taken by the grainy texture of a pear on your palate
Than by all the gods of humankind
And THAT, that easy allure -
That sublime simplicity ...
Is why ... I love you.
Written and submitted on November 24, 2019
For the "Your Favorite Artist" Poetry Contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke, Sponsor.
say you will
always slow dance
with me
beneath the moon
as we watch the stars;
perchance we'll
spot one...
shoot across
the sky!
say you will
open wide
the door to your heart
so I'd walk right in and
live...
now and forever!
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
YOUNG LOVE
Therefore young love affords a promise ring.
Angels beam with shoulders bent aquiver.
His woolen arm shushes her from shiver.
Perchance the wedding bells one day will sing.
An ache of warmth - the trials yet to come.
The constant text of hearts, smilies and such.
And lucid lips that glide and long for touch.
The fate’s a fire that wants a loving home.
A day of reckoning might bruise their way
for things do change - the crooked path, love’s test.
Of months and years, life’s cares will do their best
to break you down or up — perhaps you’ll stay.
Ah, beginning of love with all its zest.
Oh, days of wisdom wait at length impressed.
1/2/2019
A place by him to stand on—the rock.
As his glory glides by, he hides me
in its cleft; covers me with his hand
while his glow dazzles, brighter
than a million suns.
The rock, immovable rock—a place
of safety; by his side—warm in winter,
cool in summer. There he shields me
from his glare; from the splash
of his churning righteous wrath.
But God’s slow to kill—rarely does,
restrained by love heftier than hurt
the world heaps up on him. His anger
may boil, drive me mad; a cleft
by his side, wide & deep, yawns
a hide away. Not ready to roil his
heart, he holds back the bile, wishing
I see his strength lies in love;
would let his son clean up the mess:
die for me, so I may live for him.
He knew my form before I was; knows
me now, tender and weak: he, firm.
He framed me of frail dust—tending
me down the way of dust on the wing
of his love till, perchance, I step
on street of gold. His love’s golden,
there for me. And that, by his grace!
I can’t fathom the mystery, for I’m
wilting grass, unsafe in the sun,
save in the deep cleft of the rock.
© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi
Let It Slip Away
I let it slip away
as a glimpse of memory
pierces my heart
flashing like lightning
when I met you perchance
after an era.
Momentarily wept silent.
Reminiscences rippled
and faded away
leaving no trace.
I let it slip away
forever.
04/29/23