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The nation sprawls, prostrate:
broken limbs, crumbling bodies;
valley of vultures,
cloud of flies,
frisking scavengers.
Victory throws a party for ghosts;
a once boisterous land—
now a silhouette of what was:
a land of the dancing dead.
The victor towers over rubbles,
wearing rueful impish glee.
He stands, stern, gaunt as death,
tightlipped; grim irony on a face
pondering the weight of victory
as soot settles after an inferno,
soothing the pain of death
paling the pants for life.
Civilization without humanity;
blood turns muddy,
red puddle, and bricks—
homes for ghosts
in a land once of the living.
© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi
I wanna tell the story of my scars, so less the public has permitted myself to tour them through the real story behind my tattooed evidence, I mean the art of my bodily embroidery, so painful as joy and peace having no spot in my skin masterpieces, for only hell being behind the ink that tattooed these scars
Its so sad and less to those who claimed to knew and know me , for they knew not that I carry much more scary scars inside than whats at display outside, less you knew that the very scars have roots walled with rubbles, that buried so many emotions inside me, less you know I hear voices that haunts my spirit to rest every time I connect my scars memories cable, turning my whole into disrepute and so fatal agony
These marks on my body are tombs with memories buried alive, I hear the beating, the screaming and the kicking and crying, with my name on a repetitive mode, that turns my body and soul restless.
I wanna say, I too carry victories in these scars but those are a drop into these oceans of my scars.
These maps are alive inside my body, daily, so much of fresh wounds, like slithered neck blood, still warm and alive, could smell and taste them like its seconds away they occurred
I wanna tell the story of these scars but its a jungle to fused and cramped my hair wanna leave my head when I wanna think of them, my heart turn pitch black, please don't ask me to go back there. In these scars the flames still rages, please don't ask me to go back there, please
Confused world, complex challenges,
contracting earth, climate changes;
conflicting cultures coalesce.
Booms, bangs, shrills, shrapnels
flood the air; blood clots in the street.
Shredded homes float for sheltered
peace: victims of greed that weathered
the world in her wallows. Who dares
pull back lust or freedom marchers?
Who cares for the mammoth flotsam--
dregs of a fractured world that ripples
under quakes and storms to an unknown?
What a pursuit of freedom that leaves
the world in rubbles--her future forlorn!
When restraint relents, lust screams.
Wilting, yet nations hail wealth,
not weather; consumption or ruination?
Impel moderation or hug implosion.
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
(Feb 24, 2018)
Nigerians are on the run
Refugees in search of Asylum
No more sweetness in their fatherland
Their dreams have crumbled
The giant of Africa is in shambles
With hope of her youth buried under the rubbles of
Man made insurgency
Banditry and insane killings
Evil holds sway everywhere
While goodness scamper to safety
Succor for the needy
Has been looted by the greedy
Kidnapping has been legalized
As perpetrators haggle ransom
With constituted authorities
Like in the open market
While security forces stand aloof
Awaiting their share of the pie
Armaggeddon is surely here
House for house wall for wall and crumb for broken crumb
We fight like Stalingrad with nothing left to salvage
For honour glory power and some ‘god’ or other
Ypres Gallipoli Aleppo Damascus and ruin’s rubbles blights plain sight
Can we not fight for loving kindness and devout compassion’s grace
An eye for an eye until there is no needle left and the haystack
Towers like a smouldering inferno over sanity and common sense
Dogma for dogma ideology for broken dreams in tatters
Mother of all Wars and Nations on the grounds of greed and hatred
Lost children lie in crippled parents’ vanished arms and hearts and souls
Broken bones and shattered forlorn essence splintering humanity
. . . Ashes strewn on the altar of self-righteousness
. . . Splattered brains and crumbling crumbs
. . . Poppies rest easy on bone meal and rotting flesh
29th May 2019
Bloated bubbly beauty
Sightly sensuous sexy
Dizzy dazzle dangling
Picture puzzle prompting
Loiter lofty laughter
Moments misty matter
Timeless touching treasures
Motive meeting measures
Structure succinct story
Senses spreading silly
Effort erring endless
Sightings speaking senseless
Awkward actions appoint
Jumpy jealous joy joints
Nonsense nesting nothing
Blossoms bringing blessings
Teasing touchy troubles
Ripples rooming rubbles
Poetry puzzles primal
Rushing rivers rival
Fuzzy feelings floating
Buzzy bumpy breathing
Leon Enriquez
03 May 2016
Singapore
My Child,
I Need You to Realize, When the Storms of Life Threaten Security
Like A Predator Stalking it's Prey
Unpredictable Devastation May Occur
But Storms are not Here to Stay
When Peace is Plundered, Security Shattered In Disarray
Scattered and Tossed In The Tornadic Stormy Rapture
To Redirect, To Renew, To Wash Away Decay
I Offer You A Parasol of Faith for the Rainy Days
It May not Hold Up Against Strong Winds
But It Will Shelter Hope, Like Elder Folks Often Say;
"The Storm May Rage for A Season, but It Isn't Here to Stay".
Storms are Necessary Obstacles Strategically Placed in Our Way
Wetting Stones Planted Props For Life's Orchestrated Ballet
Restless Child, I Know You Long to Run Wild Outside, Tumble, Scream and Play
But Rain Is Wet For Both Meek And Wise, The Weather Forbids Today!
When The Tempest Rage, Thunder Bellows the Jagged Bolts of Light Display
Selfish, Careless, Ungrateful Vices of Your Inner Judas
Ourselves We Oft Sabotage, Ourselves We Oft Betray
Storms Amidst to Keep Us Alert, Fragility of Our Frames Becomes Primal Concern
Gather Around, Clutched Hands on Bended Knees To Pray
Falsehood, Crookedness, Cultivated Resentments Designed to Separate and Lead Innocent Souls Astray
Come Oh Come Stormy Winds, Drive the Filth Away!
Shambled Communities Crippled By Storm Devastated Debris,
Weather Beaten Mothers Drenched In Sullen Dismay
Overcoming Rubbles, Barely, With Tear Streaked Faces
Vulnerability on Nude Display,
Forlorn and Haggard, Denying Defeat, Just Another Leak To Keep Her Focus and Grounded on Her Feet, To Nurture and Comfort Innocence Who Will One Day Lead the Way
Let Not your Confidence Be Swayed
The Winds Will Calm
The Rains Will Cease
The Covenant Renewed, Gifting Hope and A Stormless Day!
A huge Alsatian barks at a passerby stranger
as the pond geese honk sensing grave danger
Trudges back home a rangy lone ranger.
Big and little aubergines cast a purple shade
In the twilight birdsong begins to fade
Night makes navy-blue of the greenery's jade.
Wolves howl in the distance
Panthers prowl near pig pens
Ocelots growl around the dens.
Dolphins perform in the aquatic circus
Kids count on the time-old abacus
All in all the miracle of creation's fabulous
Elsewhere the morn dawns upon wee ladybirds
And shepherds go about grazing their hungry herds.
A rare sight of starfishes settle upon beach pebbles
Pink salmon in a see-through lake breath out bubbles
Bombed by tech; corpses found in debris and rubbles!
Wild species lurk in the murky forest
Stands tall and hovering high mount Everest
A chance to enjoy nature at its very best!
Admit it O' mankind no one can ever be
at par with your and my versatile Creator
The billions of species is far too extraordinary
He single-handedly created all that variety in nature.
For even the clever human who invented the radio
did not as well model the computer.
The one who designed my dresser couldn't design my patio
It'd be rare for a shoemaker to also be a tutor
But God He made both ant and elephant
and there's absolutely nothing that He can't.
I hold for you, hateful love in my heart
For I do blame, whatever happened, on Fate
I have moved on with life, and so have you
But our story does still make me feel so blue
I hate you because you broke me
You changed me, you scarred me
You did not even have for me, an ounce of pity
Instead, you lashed out at me, with venomous cruelty
All because I was in love with what you represented
A young and charming boy, well educated
With looks that attracted my emotions
With eyes that ignited in me, desirous obsessions
I hate you because you moved away
Caring not about the fact that you covered my alley
With dirt and rubbles, with darkness and demons
Why, I hate you for having imbibed in my heart, stained stones
But I also do love you, for I have come to submit to life
Mind you, such is merely because of my belief in my faith
Yes, I love you and I want to see you prosper
Even if to my messages you never deem it necessary to answer
I want you to master the world, I want you to shine bright
I do hope that I never get to see you in a needy state
I want you to laugh at everything life has to offer
I do pray and ask that your stand, life does deem right to pamper
Yes, I do hatefully love you
I do know that I shall never again see you
Such does make me smile painfully
But in the end, life does merely resume around our duty
I do hatefully love you
Nor a friend are you
Nor an enemy are you
But pray, know that I do hatefully love you!
For Contest Oxymoronic Obsession
Spon: David Lindsay
Thinking, deciding, and cuddling all muddle flow.
I'm not a wiz; I solve, yet my riddles, I know
My thoughts and deeds, like an artists', are creative.
My reflecting and planning are liberative.
Should dews of hope be erased by beams of despair?
Should my compassion change as per seasonal air?
There are unconscious courses in my mind and soul.
Like webs that fuse each fleck and speck into a whole
Nightmares that slaughter peace within the inner shrine's core
Feeling that, like birds, above the skies of mind sore
Impulsive admiration of flimsy beauty
All this progress as though a soon-to-do duty
Love, happiness, forgiveness, compassion, and trust
Collide with loneliness, helplessness, and disgust
Self-awareness, like a breeze between tempests, struggles
Between beliefs and doubts, there are silent rubbles.
While sour dualities of good and bad exist
Isn't there, between each straight-seeming path, a twist?