Short Celestine Poems

Those people who fulfilled this,
Formed a paodophilic cult,
Invisible now but gaining in power....

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I once had a pretty puppy 
When I was a toddling baby; 
	Loved her as mum, her silk, 
	Fed her porridge and milk 
Till aching, she began to pee. 


© 2015
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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Scrap Note
(Heb 4:13)

Nothing
in all creation
is hidden
    from God.
    
Everything
is naked and exposed
before his eyes;
    he's the one

to whom
    we are
        accountable.
        
        
© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi...

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Open arms bare my love;
bowed, I plead your cause
        before the throne.
My wounded heart yet bleeds,
arms thrown wide-apart
        for a cuddle.
Come in your filth and scum;
a fountain gushes
        and washes clean.

Celestine S.? Ikwuamaesi
(Feb 10/02/18)...

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Eulogy echoes in a quiet heart
at the death of a beloved one.
In silence, the soul reaches

out where tear tarries
and sigh blocks the mind
from pondering: "Who next?"

The mind floats in space,
the eye reads a one-liner, bold:
A time for everything on earth.

© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi...

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God's promises surpass the pains; 
the end sinks unrelenting fear. 
In victory we sing our gains, 
echo the  heaven's joy so dear. 

Polish your shield, unsheathe your sword; 
stand primed in His mighty power, 
fully alert behind the Lord, 
ears pricked up for the trumpet hour. 


© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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Lost in summer of freedom,
locked in thrall to frenzy!

Life blooms in her May;
wilts as blaze bears down;

dims with sun at the crossing
in gold, purple, and rainbow.

Stars take the stage at night,
winking: Hi, how was the day?

All's quiet but the dumb hum of a graveyard!

© Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Dec 2022...

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Every season has a message
meant to stir the human reason.
Easter isn't just a rite of passage
but God speaking in due season
to a world straying from His purpose.
No time for fervent praying than now,
that God turn all eyes to the cross,
where His love for the world stands,
offering to all a life like His.

© 2017 Celestine S Ikwuamaesi...

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Hold back your thoughts,
       I have my doubts;

your mouth from clatter, 
       hear birds twitter.

Take that gaze off my eyes, 
       till your tear dries. 

If you pry into this jolly heart, 
       you find a stubborn dart: 
               lump of aching hurts, 
                     which culture skirts. 


© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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Let them shout 

amen, not in my name; 
mouth my praise, not with fear. 
It suits to switch, twist the letter 
of my word—distorting. 

        Not the spirit!

They defame my word: 
cravings of itching ears, 
crusted hearts fit 

        for wrath.

A curse swoops on wanton revelry 

        shouting: 

appoint a date,  
make an 
end 
near. 


© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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Grace, like a rooster, 
    crows all life.
Those who grab the booster 
    gain great heights.
It could boom like a bomb, 
    deafening; 
whiff like soft wind, 
    leaving the ear unruffled. 
Life's laced with grace 
    yet it eludes many;
but when braced, 
    one buoys to the shore 
        like a sea duck 
            atop unruly waves.
            
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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He came to save.
But the cross was the crux:
The Father's dire demand.
So he went.

He came with life,
But was lifted on a tree.
Hanging in the sun,
He gave the life.

He came to reap,
But must bear the fruit.
He fell into the ground.
And died! Buried!

He sprouted the third day,
Fruited. Still fruiting
'Cause He came to save.
And reap!


Copyright © 2013
By Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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Just your passing look,
	a flashing smile;
My life isn't the same, 
	no, not once. 
You're lovely, my Love--
	disarming; 
Cuddling me, fresh rose 
        in its bloom; 
Carrying me through storm 
	under sail.
Your love, summer sun, 
	glows like flame; 
Setting me ablaze 
	for winter. 
Make me a kindling, 
	not smoldering,  
To thaw frozen hearts
	numbed by hate.


© 2015
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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"...your rod and your staff, they comfort me." (Ps 23:4)

My day's ritual began with a muffled shuffle to the shower. I stared closely at the mirror for trace of the night, peep at the day ahead. I grabbed a brush, teeth bared in fake grin. A blast! A resonant sound, small still voice—calm rumbling of a distant thunder: Don't boast you know me well enough till you've tasted my rod and my staff. 

© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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Valentine! Oh Valentine!
I search for you in the vile valley. 
Vultures wing low, brushing dark clouds.
Life snaps, mowed down at dawn.
Blood courses, cakes in the streets, 
Wafting stench of death and decay.
Consciences are crusted by ceaseless 
Strife that howls dirges over the air. 
The world is agog, celebrating love; 
Yet no graduation, no valedictorian 
In the school of Valentine! 


© 2016
By Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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For her backsplash style, I used cobalt tile.
Her sapphire eyes bold cast me away cold.
My heart dipped right to benitoite night.
Hot to drown in brew and sad boleite blues.
Yet I put on my new turquoise suede shoes.
My topaz car I drove to Rockies far
There to glorify in azurite sky
And lakes nearby of lapis lazuli.
I waited with tunes a celestine moon.
At dawn, cyanite jays curst me away.
And my sapphire blues at last I did lose....

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I saw a fat chicken
	enter mummy’s kitchen;
soon it began dancing
	in a big pan, smiling.

The oil began frying,
         the chicken too, crying.
Soon a sweet smell arose,
	started tickling my nose.

With two eyes on the pan,
	along with sister Ann,
we waited for the meat,
	knowing it would taste sweet.

Soon the frying was done
	and the chicken was gone.
My eyes rolled as I smiled,
	enjoying like a child.


© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi...

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Your voice laps like falling stream,
Coming across howling space.
Your face beams a summer dream,
Sets my pulse off for a race. 
My eyes wink like morning dew; 
Like bees busy on nectar. 

The sun's solemn crawl mimics 
Your coming; slower than snail. 
Each moment, your delay ticks
My day with smiles void of veil;
I put on a spotless dress, 
Perfume the air with sweet scent.

What a fun to see the glow
Of a cock ready to crow!


© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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