Long Plane Poems
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(Hook) Moonlight!
Make me feel like a star,
shining bright, in the night.
"Let me know everything
is gonna be alright".
"You held me tight, held me tight
Lord".
Gots to be my moonlight!
(Verse#1)
Shining through my darkness,
brighten up my sight.
So clear and polite.
"All my fear, made it dissapear,
in one bight".
When I was lost in the night,
gave me the strength to fight.
"Gots to be my moonlight".
Despite, keep loving me
unconditionally.
Constantly, praying siolently
to be a better me.
"Without my son, remaining empty".
So, many tears, cried oceans,
rub me down with the "Holy Ghost",
like lotion. Soak me in sollution,
build me up with remedy,
hear me and feel me.
Show me clearly, so they'll be no
confusion.
"Honestly, please believe me,
Lord, you complete me"!
Bad memories,make it unseen
on bended knees, to you I lean
"Lord", wash it clean..
"Thanks for the gift, help me recieve
the dream"!
In high beam. "In high beam".
(Hook) Moonlight,
make me feel like a star, shining
bright,
in tge night, let me know,
everything is gonna be alright.
You held me tight,
"held me tight "Lord"!
Gots to be my moonlight.
(Verse#2)
Wish I could fly away, like a bird,
a plane, or a cloud.
Where peace is sound.
Leaving negativity on the ground.
"Happiness, head up living proud,
positive crowds, castle found,
and well earned crown"!
Music, pounding in the background.
Happy days going down.
Birds singing, people praising and
laughing.
Just imagining a life without
mysery.
"No poor, Satan's locked out the
door". Only rich, no poor.
Soulmates as one, no tricks, no
whores.
Living like stars, free drinks at the
bar. Live bands, with their drums,
pianos and guitars.
no discrimination,
Loving eachother for who we are.
(Hook)
(Verse#3)....
Poem 9/11
Believe me,
Just watching my TV
News Flash!! Skyjack!
New York City Centre,Jet Crash.
Check that.
News Call,Broadcast stall.
Drop the headlines!!
This is the new line
Look up on the Skyline
Flash,Bash,Crash
Right on the building top.
Biff Baff Heart attack,
On another line
Pentagon now a X a gone
Another plane drop.
Whats that?whats that?
Beam in on the spot.
Another streak across the sky
Sliiced another tower
Question asked.
Why,Why,Why?
Whats going on?Whats going on?
Another crash,big explosion
Switch broadcast over to Washington
Whats your impression? Whats your emotion.
Bystanders,commentators,confusion
"Whats your reaction"?
Can't believe my eyes J
Just as it began,I realize
This is an atrocity
Right here,in the heart of the city.
Terrorist attack.Terrorist Attack
Then the burning Walls a falling
Like crashing dominoes
Right to the ground.
Limbless,Lifeless,a giant fallen.
Armagadeon has arrived,without warning
CIA, FBI,Home Security Then the Guv
Connecting,Enquiring
Blaming intelligence,asking why.
Collate and evaluate
Then the appropriate reply.
Calling the president for a comment.
"What do you think of unfolding events"?
"WE will find the perpetrators one by one
Whether he is hiding in Iraq,Iran, or Pakistan.
We will call up the troops,assembly the galleon,
Then bomb them ,blast them Clean up their land,
Bring in new administrations,
Thats the plan
Fireman, Policemen,all on the scene
"This is total disaster,the worst we ever seen.
Engines,sirens,surgeons and volunteers
Combining efforts in a stream.
Such a nightmare, awful dream
But in the present, the on going theme.
I got off the airplane as the snow fell,
My work had brought me to the remote north;
I heard the whirling propellers as the plane left,
Leaving me on a lonely cold runway.
A red truck waited,
Beside a man stood,
He was beautiful to me,
I was quite starry-eyed,
We drove into the infinite northern vastness;
Never had snow been so lovely.
This was my guide and protector for the duration,
We met for breakfast each morning at 6 AM;
Planned our day and drove off into the wilderness,
I was under his spell from the very beginning.
One evening we met,
At the only restaurant,
We drank red wine,
And kissed with lust,
His log cabin was warm, dreamy and romantic;
We wrapped our bodies in blankets.
I was in love with this magnetic and charming man,
He had me totally captivated and mesmerized;
Days turned into weeks and weeks into long months,
He was my day guide and my nightly lover.
One morning I waited,
And the waitress said,
You know he is married,
With four kids in Toronto,
I was shattered, heartbroken, a stupid romantic fool;
I never looked at him as my plane took off.
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April 22, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Love Hurts
Copyright Protected, ID 04-666-142-22
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
For the contest, Romantic Fools,
sponsor, Thomas Martin, Judged
First Place
Ascending the mountaintop, drawn to the realm eagles glide,
With unfurled wings locked on a cruise, eyes glistening in the sun,
I heave over the crest of crags, my mind, on the dizzy brow,
Pulled by the dew, the sunbath, the soft echoes of rhythmic
Pitter-patter of dew drops, and the charming panorama.
Above the clouds, glossy dew dribbles calmly, chills summer,
Warms winter. Blooming flowers bow at the whiff of the wind.
Honey jets from hives like milk from udders of pampered flocks.
On the plane, my eyes stretch to where the sky embraces the sea—
Blue with blue in lovers' hug. I soak heaven's elixir!
Earth rumbles, jostles for breath, sinking in the mire of death.
I dread... no! Dare I think of the grumble, the jostling against
One another for what is not, what drains off like rain from a rock?
On the plane, I float with the clouds, tanning in the sun.
© 2015 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
I'm swinging on alcohol ,
Puffing smoke from day to dawn ,
Locomoting up steets to downtown,
Inquisitoring for that one pill .
Such pill to avail me sleep
But the doctors say they have such prescriptions .
I wake up everyday with chiliad of declinations ,
Accompanied by a storm of gazillion wishes ,
But still, this life keeps going .
I'm no longer myself no!
my gullet always craves to deglutite something ,
In the greeting of the sunlight
And the dawn of midnight
Who am i really ??
I once took a stand in life ,
Saw myself in such perfect family kind ,
But it seems to me ,i'm just against time .
I looked while my companions dying,helpless
I failed to pay heed at each funi ..
I got broken relationships,
But still i fail to fix ,
Now i got some bad habits i can't modify.
Such plane of success once booked , crushed in the middle of nowhere .
Today im here chasing this , that and the next after ,
How about this disease eating me in inches avery day ,
And still,the insomnia has no mercy for me .
I act smiley with such big belly
Wearing white teeth that speak hello tunes
But im dying ,slowly
Alone ,with nobody noticising
Who Am I,really ?
*Image of Avengers: Infinity War Quotes That Will Make You Think Differently by Society19 UK.
It Happens
It sucks...
when your owie
remains disregarded
because your adhesive band-aid
decides to stuck itself
obstinately
mid tries,
It sucks...
when the lights to
your preferred restaurant
flicker's off when you all arrive
and its sign says open
daily twenty
three hours,
It sucks...
when our autos
license plates custom-made
said, "HIS" and "HERS" and after our
divorce, she then changed it
so now it reads,
"WAS HIS",
It sucks...
when I go to
the zoo to throw peanuts
to the elephants to feed them
but because of my size
they throw peanuts
at me,
It sucks...
when I was at
the airport to buy a
plane ticket for a noontime flight
she says, "Is that twelve noon?"
I said, "No, it's...
two noon?!?!?"
Ugh!
*Heptastich, a poem in 7 lines, syllabic, 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
2020 August 15
Some people appear to accomplish so much,
You wonder just how they can do it.
Whenever an obstacle gets in their way,
They manage to barrel right through it.
They honor commitments, go out on a limb
And even push on when they’re sick.
They manage to finish so much in one day,
You’d love to know what makes them tick.
They nurture their families, check in with friends;
See doctors, pay bills, go to work.
No matter what problems are waiting to pounce,
There isn’t a challenge they’ll shirk.
Such people inspire both envy and awe;
They live on a parallel plane
Which, even if most of us try to approach,
We’ll find our attempts are in vain.
The term broken, comes from someone who made my whole world dance,
the kind of soul you swear you knew before, not met by chance.
“In another life” doesn’t pass us by unnoticed or unseen,
we were lost lovers choosing different roads, different in-betweens.
Today we walk apart, pretending distance doesn’t sting,
but maybe one day our crooked paths will circle into one same thing.
Maybe you’ll sit still with that familiar ache inside your chest,
and hear a muffled voice whisper low, “I wish you the best.”
You’ll change the channel, waiting for something new to begin,
and there I’ll be, flickering light, my heart trapped in the screen.
I’ll speak on love, on how it feels to want while you’re below,
how rock bottom teaches longing in a language only the broken know.
You’ll hear me talk about a love memorised, never gone,
etched so deep in memory it survives when time moves on.
Something gentle, like a breeze beneath your tired feet,
maybe that’s where they found the words “when lost lovers meet.”
We might meet again, but never face to face,
just a knowing smile passing through a heart that’s lost its pace.
A ticket. A flight. Always returning home,
a distant night ahead, dialling your number into a public phone.
Those memorised digits, kept for when we fall apart,
but that return-home ticket still leads to who stole my heart.
I board the plane I stepped onto because of you,
while you watched my mind drift, I thought of you the whole way through.
Your smile echoes, an empty ring inside my head,
faceless, yet familiar, wanting to be understood instead.
We may be lost, we may return, the future left unsure,
but for now I’ll walk my path with you, my dull heart burning pure.
I memorise my seat number like a prayer I’ll never send,
and tell the world exactly how it feels
for when broken hearts beat again.
~The Healer, I lay…Meditating,
The Shaman’s path is inward and up, up, from the bed up, up, my astral body rises.
Silence, surrounds …
Looking down I see myself in a pit of covers
my astral self slips from the window
viewing home and hearth from outside and high above…
No earth born sounds, awaken me from my flight.
NO earthly forest, lush or deep entraps the Shaman she.
NO bird calls fills the Predawn light…
NO dewdrops distract~
Astral I recedes in time… a Dreaming
Back, back, back without knowledge of time, or space
like a fallen leaf~ twirling and swirling,
letting the current take me, where it will
through lifetimes to the womb and beyond . . .
~The Healer, I.. ghosts in space…
my home but a speck lit with Chi.
Silence, surrounds…
Fair astral form of gossamer light, I…thread space on umbilical silk,
the healer...reaches, reaches for the light, the He and She……God and Goddess.
The Healer, I... reaches the World Tree, Yggdrasil,
white crystal roots tendril into the primordial sea
of space time, branching upward cradling Heaven.
There below the tree in the soft grass an ancient one,
a familiar soul, waits.
~Oh I am held by She, ancient Grandmother, and garner the wisdom of ages.~
But, the bodies time is now, and calls
and as the clay rests, it calls
down, down, down… I go
~Past the jumble-tumble between lifetimes, within the cycling universe of all,
The Healer, I, reforms, snaps to the umbilicus of prone body, within the tumbled nest of sheets, in the now plane of existence.
~Arms reach out brushing cheeks, eyes gleam, and sparkle
with the joy of sharing, kindred spirits having touched
the ancient wisdon of the Light!
Silence surrounds.
*revised
I am taking time to enjoy leisurely musings -
the roses on a small patch of garden
stand proudly huge and so red -
spring and warm sun, intermittent light showers
bring all growing things to life.
it's the season for full blooms
Unlike an alchemist who seek
to simplify complex things,
I look at an ordinary flower and never cease
to wonder in awe that its stems and leaves
contain an endless universe of mystery, not
the random creation of a mad hobbyist.
A candle flickers in the dark -
perhaps by the whisper of wind passing;
my mind hops like birds flitting
from one tree limb to another
in search of seeds begging to be picked -
the forest flourishes through their random droppings.
Life is a universe run by clockwork, but
motion does not seem to be predictable-
what goes up does not always come down,
we dare to believe what is above, so below,
earth mirrors the stars and the heavens
the subconscious sees what the eye misses.
If people are brought together for a reason
in any one room or queue line or seated in a plane-
is this predestined by Loki, god of mischief
playing his game of tricks, while we in utter ignorance
shrug off these random moments, memorable
but forever irretrievable as the past.
In the end, we wait, and we don't anticipate.
Good things may come. Or not.
We don't gamble or throw a dice
We walk our path, do not pursue
but allow surprises to happen. flavor a moment.
Such is the fascinating paradox of randomness.
@jjote 07172015