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Tribute To a Lunatic

A songbird dances on a power line;?
a man in white at a market square
sings, swings, ears to a distant drum—?
a tuneful hum from a frenetic world.

Peace beams out of a warm face—
?beauty of a world not mine—
sees?pink roses, lush hyacinths; rainbow
?hangs low from the blue, defying

the whirl of stormy wind. He soaks
dew-drops and dumb patter-patter.

Yet, before me: a kinky weather,?
wavering stocks, grating headlines?
of bombs and booms and doom;
flying shrapnels whiz overhead.

Screams and screwed up faces
of a distraught race in chains,
in culture that labels the man
a crank, unhinged from reality.

No, in white he is sane and free
as the little bird on the power line;
?as a preening bird about to roost;
as a rooster roaring the dawn.

He sings from deep  recesses
of a true life wired to a source,
?detached from the market square.

© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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Nelson Mandela

There was once a MAN;
An Iroko in a forest of shrubs,
A dew pond in a desert.
There was once a MAN;
A moral compass in a world
Where power is noble,
And greed a creed.
There was once a MAN;
He silenced the gun,
Shattered prison bars,
Ascended the throne, armed
With love and forgiveness,
And made despots jelly.
There was once a MAN:
NELSON MANDELA!

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Happy Birthday

After a morning jog about a mile, 
I dressed for my birthday in a grand style; 
Danced around a big white cake 
Like a white duck in a lake, 
Fondling my white puppy with a broad smile. 


© 2015

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I Love My Country

I love my country Nigeria,
Though marred by malaria.
I've a bouquet of sweet aria,
Blooming in my heart's rear, 
Which my country must hear,
Else it flees to Rhea.

I love my country Nigeria.
It tilts like the Tower of Pisa, 
But stable as the Pyramid of Giza. 
Easily rocked by a soft breeze,
But stands a storm with ease.
The reason for my aria!

I love my country Nigeria,
But wish it were a nation,
Not a cluster--an appellation--
Of dunes and a stretch of savanna,
Of rocky hills and valleys of banana, 
Of mashes, inter alia.

I love my country Nigeria
Not the vultures in peacock's feathers,
Or the hawks that strut in blathers,
Who shrill and shrink our coffers,
Swaggering while the nation suffers.
Soon en route to Siberia.

I will sing my aria for Nigeria,
When the dirge sounds with pomp; 
And we bounce, hop and romp
At the death of our foe--corruption. 
We joy in the birth of our Nation, 
Brace to grow Nigeria.

I’ll live my aria for Nigeria.
No more stroll along unsure course. 
Quality’s noble, mediocrity, a curse. 
Beauty wafts from garlands of praise
For the legion of merits we raise.
A nation truly Nigeria!

My dream glows for Nigeria
Where heads bow to mourn a sparrow;
An infant's death, a loss to tomorrow. 
People recoil from trampling an ant; 
Leaders serve with honor, not flagrant,
'Cause we love Nigeria. 

You see why I love Nigeria?
We cherish what God has given. 
Nation's goals are purpose-driven, 
So we ponder else we squander, 
Aware we soon have to render, 
In line with God's criteria.


© 2015

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The Dawn

Night!
Midnight!
Dark midnight!
My world, tight-lipped,
awed by your tightness;
stars, blind in the clouds, 
creatures crept, no footfalls.
Hushed, I craned: will I see the
morrow? Crawl past the burrow?
Will my fond desires eye the light,  
new dawn? I winced from the pang, 
shoulders hunched, head on sweaty
palms, gazing at space for an insight, 
groping for a ray of light to think right;  
to pry into my future. But for the pain!
Then, trees stirred, branches swayed 
awake sleeping leaves; they winked,
the leaves waved while wind sighed. 	
I jerked, my eyes popped up at a
distant dot. A ray of white light 
peeped from the dark folds. 
I stared as a ball formed,
growing, blurred halo, 
like stained glass of  
a clerestory window.
A midnight rainbow!
I heard myself: Light! ...
Then, a bang: A new dawn 
smiled, nestling in my bosom.

© 2014

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Strange Love

The crimson fluid drops,
Pumped from his wounded heart.
From His side, palms, and feet,
The blood crawls on the cross,
And clears the scars of sin;
And frees the heart from guilt.

On the cross, his arms open wide,
Inviting me for a warm hug.
But the face is marred, badly bruised;
His body sweats blood and water.
His hands ache, hanging from the wood;
And the wood firm, stuck to the earth.

His form is gone. Scarring!
Scared by the pain; the peace 
On a face gripped by love.
Though love is harsh on him,
But saves me from the death.
Strange to love; or be loved!

Shame and pain he bears for the world
As he’s nailed for sin on the cross.
God, the father's pleased with his death,
For by it, his true love will blaze;
And the world might find in Jesus,
A friend that gave his all for all.

(John 15:13)

Copyright © 2014

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The Day I Wept

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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All Gain No Loss

Hold the head from hanging low,
On your face, let a light snow. 
You fought and prayed, had a say; 
Answering, God had His way. 

We trust for the best and fain 
To take His answer as gain. 
What we mourn, eternal loss, 
Brought Him glory on the cross.

Tears may roll, groaning tends to grow; 
Faith may pale, yet upward flow, 
Your beloved's beyond the gloom,
Nestled in heaven, safe from doom.

You should not weep or sorrow. 
A pearl's gone, next a hollow, 
She shall be found, when time's set,
Ensconced in Christ, free from fret.

Brace up in the storm, brother;
Only the living bother. 
Your dear's won the precious peace 
For which we strive, dare not cease. 

In the pain, let your faith hone.
Cheer up, my friend! Grace isn't gone.

© 2015

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In a Wink

In a wink,

she lit up the room, a morning buoy;
sunflower swayed in sun's rays all day.

No storm-warning, no quake, crack
crept up the wall; dark fog stole in,
stifled the air, and dulled the budding
bliss. Hope waned! We watched joy
bleed, seep like sudden tropic rain into
pain-etched hearts; our faces lost glow
      with folds of sorrow.

In a wink, she was gone;
in a wink, we stood at a brink,
      blinking back tears.

If she laid, cuddled in sleep,
I'd have crouched to peck the cheek.
A sun, she rose at dawn and set at noon.
I now look ahead, ears for the blast;
she'll rise. We’ll hug.
      We’ll part no more.
         
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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Made From Dust

Closer than breath is my God,
Though I seek Him far from near.
Though love for me He holds dear,
I pine for things my heart does tear.

His thoughts and acts are about me,
Making my good His great desire.
His word guides my heart to aspire
To attain His goal before I retire.

What else should I ask of my God,
When in Christ He meets my care?
He should grow me as wheat, not tare,
Lest I at my calamity stare.

By my strength no good comes,
For Christ in me does His will. 
When on the cross He paid the bill,
There He set me free from the mill.

He's with me to guard and guide;
Ensure I take my steps in His light.
Before me, His way is bright;
I need not stumble or grope in fright.

What needless pain I bear up,
Missing out on the rest Grace bestows!
I'm a dungy dust that weakness mows,
Not a dazzling diamond that in strength glows!


© 2013