DON’T BE DISTRACTED BY INSULTS

Be ready to forgive insults
Even before they come
Knowing they will come
From children and adults
Who are a part of your way
For this too is a part of the way
You must travel to get results.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

COME CLOSER

I don’t like to get too near to people
Because it pushes me far away from them;
When you get really close to the moon,
You see a gloomy rock, not a glowing gem.

Yet, courage!, wanderer, be bold of heart!
One who will find must seek everywhere,
Must brave the ugly to discover deep beauty
At the core of the things we love and fear.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE LIVING DEAD

I see dead people
They don’t know they’re dead
Their physical body is still living
And has not yet been shed

They walk and they talk,
They laugh, weep and they smile
They occupy all walks of life
And don’t always seem vile

Their mind silences their heart
Their intellect dulls their intuition
It seems insignificant
But it’s at the root of the human condition

Listen to your inner voice
Don’t leave everything to your head
Or you’ll be walking with the living
And not realise you’re dead.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

IF YOU LISTEN

You know?
If you listen to a Person talk
You will see the person’s mind walk
A thousand miles with each word
Mountains they climb, rivers they ford
A world will open up like a magic book
The more you see the less you look
The flowers blossom into new thoughts
Don’t think too hard, just connect the dots
You know? Just flow.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

I HURT BADLY

There are pains I could bear
When I was younger
Which I cannot bear
Any longer

When I was younger, I was tougher
My heart could recover
Now I’m older, I’m harder
No longer a bender, now a breaker

No longer a healer, now a hurter
So I don’t engage
Unnecessarily, I don’t bother
I just turn a new page.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE MAGIC MIX

The world is so varied
So many different types of people
The mix makes the magic
Each world as distinct as it’s equal
The human spirit, what a strange species
That God created and sent to Earth
Further than the imagination can see
Diversity and depth without dearth
No one person, no one tribe
No one nation, no one race
Can bridge alone your great divide
And still your thirst for a homely place
Only all of us together can
Not all at once, for we are separated
But by going from human to human
With an open heart from land to land
Will the segregated inside you be integrated.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

JEWELS AND THORNS

Somewhere it‘s day
Somewhere it’s night
Some hearts are sad
Some with joy bright

But even as the world
Continues to spin
The happy turn sour
The sad grow a grin

Sometimes you’re glad
Sometimes you’re down
Jewels and thorns
Adorn the human crown

What makes us human?
The ability to weep
And then laugh again
For our heart is deep.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE OLD IN THE NEW

Every new thing you meet
Is an old thing to someone else
What to you is a new beat
Others have rocked from ever since

Your new love is someone’s old flame
Burning low but burning still
Because people stay the same
Captive to their former thrill

Battles you assumed were done
Suddenly resurface demanding review
Friends you thought were long gone
Suddenly come again to protect you

Nothing you meet is new
It is old to someone and to itself
It might even be old to you
But you simply don’t realise it yet.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE THINGS YOU SAID

You cannot grow back a flower that’s dead
You cannot stick back leaves already shed
My mind has heard, my heart has bled
You cannot take back the things you said.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

SILENT PLANETS

Some things are just not meant to be
How ever hard you try to bring them about
With a whimper, with a whisper, with a shout

There is a planet
Running away from a ray of light
Coming from another planet
Running in the other direction of night.
They will never see each other
Even though they sense that somewhere
Another lonely planet is also out there.

No whimper, no whisper, no shout -
Silence is the satire of doubt.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river