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It wasn't many years ago when sunbeams showed to me,
a way to wrap your loveliness in words eternally.
Sometimes, I pause a moment in the midst of life's affairs.
I wonder what became of you and what man boldly dares-
to court you in these summer days with your beauty at its prime.
Such a dream was mine once, but I lost that dream to time.
And I have walked down other roads, and fallen once or twice.
Yet I confess you were the first to e'er my eyes entice.
So quickly do those sunbeams fade; where does their magic go?
The flower's form, immutable, but its body has to grow-
and weather life a while, and spend itself and die.
Yet the memory of such beauty is ever in my eye.
As I contemplate the sunbeams, a second time in rhyme,
I rejoice in your light, undimmed, by the jaws of space and time.
29 July 2016
She once floated through the world
like sunlight in motion--
a butterfly… bold and free in the sky.
Now her wings are in pieces,
scattered by hands
that tried to hold her close to the ground.
She feels again the freedom of flight.
The warmth of wind on her face,
the quiet joy of being free.
So she tries.
Even with trembling wings,
she lifts herself once more.
But the unkind see her light,
and stretch out to hold her back,
just to watch her stumble.
A tiny thread inside her
keeps her pieces from scattering.
Her heartbeat is soft but strong,
softly telling herself she can go on.
When she cannot fly, she walks.
When she cannot walk, she crawls.
But she keeps moving.
Even when weary - she moves bit by bit.
Her wings, though wounded,
still glimmer beneath the scars and
their beauty undimmed by jealousy or hate.
Someday, she will climb higher than ever
and no one will be able to hold her back.
Someday, the sky will open,
and welcome her in.
And she will lift herself—
slow, trembling, breathtaking…
wings spread wide,
strength held together from pain.
And those who look up
will see her and know:
even the fallen
can fly again.
written 11222025_DMK
Black and White – 3-18-24
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Black and White
Black and white come in focus -
Absent of prime –
A slice of life exposed through the lens,
A flash-dance of story, a masquerade ball.
No sunrise of sepia - clouds absent of platinum,
Lavender drained from lilacs, sky robbed of blue,
Red-orange stolen from sunsets.
Spindrift frozen like frost,
Candlelight shines undimmed and eternal,
Stark either or – life or not -
In shadows, snow or mountaintops,
Ghosts on boughs of ebony wear gossamer.
Wrinkles and lines banished from smiles of youth
While the lens loves some visages
As eyes without color look back from albums.
Positive to negative. Negative to positive.
Photoplay in wedding smiles or tears of a clown
Moments of the soul held in tenderness
Protected in scrapbooks of black and white.
It's been eons since
Life took us in diametrically different directions
Yet melancholic memories of you
Still bloom in my mind like a flower, filling me with glee
Our fleeting union, I'll forever treasure. It's strange
Grieving the loss of what might've been. Notwithstanding
The brevity of our romance, the flame ignited between us
Still remains undimmed, flickering in the wind
I miss your captivating stories about
Your upbringing in Rio De Janeiro
I instantaneously think of you every time the song
"The Girl From Ipanema", creeps into my mind
Oh, the many fun times we had! Walking arm in arm
Under the summer sun; snuggling cozily on winter nights
The sound of your laughter, your voice
Your fragrance, the twinkle in your smiling eyes
So adoring and brimming with tender love
I remember them all too well
Thoughts and dreams of you, a smoke that will never turn to ash
If I could turn back time and relive all the happy, endearing
Even the silly moments we shared, I would. Sadly, our bond
Couldn't weather every storm that came our way
Our loving companionship, though brief, I'll hold dear
In perpetuity. Thanks for the everlasting memories
We were never meant to be
I guess that's the way destiny intended it
It's been eons since we parted ways
Like rope severed under a colossal weight
Yet melancholic memories of you
Still bloom in my mind like a flower, filling me with glee
Submitted for...
Impress Me With An Old Poem(002) Poetry Contest (Winner: 7th Place)
Sponsored by Poet Destroyer A
Date submitted: 10/08/2020
Strand Special 12 Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest(Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 12/29/2019
Best free verse April 1, 2018 to July 15,2018 Poetry Contest(Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Date written and posted: 07/12/2018
Best Free Verse in July 2018 Poetry Contest/Winner(1st Place)
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Date written and posted: 07/12/2018
The vision calls me once again against this restless night
in brilliant strata gems, in timeless dreams of light.
I close my ancient eyes, and there, so long ago
I see the walls that rose above the eventide.
For it was there where we scaled the lofty cliffs
and breached the gates of a grand estate
with rows of high arched windows, fine
and endless rooms of decadence in decline.
His youth, his hair, flowed e’er alive, my heart revived
I followed in his footsteps as we ran among the heights.
Hidden memories we explored, abandoned dusty rooms
we fell into each other’s arms, dancing to a distant tune.
Under the vast eternal sun, my heart was knit
in rapt kinship, time melted in his presence
our days divine, indelible design
were carved for us and us alone.
In random room we laid upon a wooden floor
his strong limbs, my budding breasts
together we explored youth’s sparks
as thick as honey, blossoming to a fragrance.
No other bliss could be like this, I now know
with mirrors in my mind of sunsets’ glow
undimmed by time, I’ll ne’er forget...
...I open ancient eyes with honey on my lips.
Written on 1/20/2020
Written: July 1st, 2023
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This daring is the essence of a fighter.
Most clashes to come in this epic writer
With all my might, I swing my sword.
If right and wrong collide sans chord,
But true conflicts run deep.
Beyond the realms of dark and white,
A complexity that I must reap,
In shades of gray, my battles ignite.
In this enormous and endless universe.
My life's start and close are diverse.
These ties are firm and can't be torn.
One life is such a note in my glorious scorn.
Harmonious and grand,
Surrounded by those who understand,
Integral parts of my eternal being,
Together, in this symphony, we are seeing
Time, a mere illusion, is subject to my sway.
Every choice I bear shapes their fate.
A power beyond the passing days,
Destinies intertwined, forever tied to one gate.
Confronting fears, I find my true might.
Unveiling the greatness hidden in sight
Transcending the limits of passing time,
Unleash the warrior's true essence, undimmed.
In the depths of my soul, courage takes flight.
As I face the shadows and the darkest night,
Each fear conquered is a step toward the light.
Embracing my power with all my might
No longer defined by the ticking clock,
I rise above, no longer locked,
In the chains of aging and decay,
I am timeless, forever in sway.
With every battle, I grow strong,
My spirit soars, my heart beats on,
In the essence of a warrior bold,
A story of battles yet untold.
Hand on hand rest, I given a thistle
Forgive the word by the flaws in whistle
Tarry you and carry,no-more longer I
Dripped you the tear of slouching eye
In the mountain of fall layered in gild
And golden wattle suited into the barren field
The swore i remembered the long before
I placed over you that i never hold anymore
A stolen merry gyring within your quietness arm
Against the same lea and your terrible charm
Saddening and shrilling cries on my chest
And felt burnt by the chilly and hanging crest
O' what is meant to be sorrow i forgot
It is so where you were biding a lot
I the varlet flee to where we never meet
And is now your joy undimmed and sweet
We have seen every ghastly act and recorded it.
Yet more grisly deeds yellow in archives
waiting to be resuscitated and refined.
Tyrannosaurus Rex awakes in a drop of amber,
takes a gander, decides to go extinct.
A Dark Net spreads like arsenic and syrup.
Cell phones retweet daily holocausts over donuts.
Evil has friends on Facebook.
The commonplace entertains the unspeakable
as if it were merely an eccentric uncle.
The unborn and the born are culled,
Plague businesses thrive.
There are killings on the market, viral wars
burst spiky eruptions of emojis.
Slave traders operate from strip-malls
owned by chauffeured demons,
while journalists huddle in their alabaster cities
undimmed by human tears.
Pandemonium is the addiction of choice
and the eyes of those in power
glitter in the clear blue sky-dreams
of both the heartless and the homeless.
Drugged you are America,
soon to be sold on an auction block
of your own drugged choosing.
We once sang for you America,
O Beautiful America.
Wild grasses of my springtime heart unmown,
unruly, unrestrained, in silence grew.
Youth’s fierce infatuation madly blew
its untamed gales where tall, green blades had grown.
Fair birds of transient love have long since flown –
that tale’s dark thread unraveled. Segue to
the stunning, breathless moment I met you
and found the ageless love I’d never known.
As autumn yields to winter, hair recedes
brown-gray, and once-hard muscles dormant lie;
our fathomless love-light remains undimmed.
Spring’s passions redirected, naught impedes
love’s resolute commitment. You and I
adore our beautiful lawn, neatly trimmed.
Don't ask,
who splashed my daughter
with dungy water?
Don't ask,
how do you feel?
She isn't worth my cuddle;
awful, she stinks,
a hog wallow—
her beauty all gone.
Swarms of flies find her
a spot—a perch
for a trillion legs.
Vultures hover,
crane to swoop on her,
on my beauty.
I'd warned her on the danger—
the hazard of roaming from home;
and the dues. I did!
But she failed to ponder
the whoop and croon,
and fell for the lie
of one, who, pretty sly,
cares for nothing
but corrupt my cause.
She's been my daughter!
She's yet my beauty, in spite
of the muddy water.
I always see me in her;
time freezes with her,
her eyes, a spell.
So, I, shall clean the smudge.
My diamond shall wink again
and sparkle, day or night.
My rose shall glow, undimmed
by the filthy splash.
I see through the smudge;
the me in her speaks elegantly:
my true essence.
I won't mind the pain,
the sweat, the blood
to win back my love.
I shall redeem her, take her out,
and give her a clean up.
I shall recover my joy!
I, shall retrieve my lost!
© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi