Sometimes you are just not someone’s type. They might be attracted to you for a while, curious about you, interested in you, be entertained by you. But in the end they will betray you or leave you, because deep within their heart you are actually not their type or what they’re looking for.
And there are two types of them. Those that will tell you honestly up front. And those who won’t.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
In the morning when the sun arises A light shall also dawn within you, A clarity that intrinsically recognises What on Earth you are supposed to do - To awaken to service to the good, For kindness, honesty, courage and humility Are life’s deeper nourishment and food And the template of humanity. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Like the sun rises every morning So love blossoms again in the heart After the night of agony and mourning The heart will ache to make a new start It might be an unfinished story Rising from the depth to try again Or a new love emerging in all its glory Making the heart forget all its past pain The edges blur, the points blunt The longing subsides, the tears dry New edges sharpen up a new front New wings unfold straining to fly For the heart wants to love badly Because love is the life of the soul Love gladly or love sadly or love madly Love alone makes the spirit whole. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
They come in with empty stomachs And leave with full hearts - A restaurant is a homestead in public, A social comforter of sorts. A smile tastes as good as wine, And the sound of laughter Will be your lifeline And quench your hunger long after. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
A beautiful day, My heart opens in joy and gratitude And begins to pray: Thank You, Lord, for healing, for fortitude, For blessing my way With true friends and a heart of quietude, For sending Your Ray Of warmth into the depth of my solitude. Although I lost my woman I gained new friends and a reopened heart. With pain grows acumen; Life is a journey, Your Word is the Chart. It’s hard to be a true man But every new day is a good day to start. Daily You make me human, moulding through experiences my innermost part. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
When you‘ve lost What you love the most You have nothing more to lose. When what gives you strength Leaves you Then you have only yourself left to choose. And your God. And seriousness. No more half-bonds. Whatever stays must really be your crew’s. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
You appear, a new light, Hesitant yet persistent, Dimmed and yet bright; Curiously observant Because it feels so right. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Though you hurt me I wish you well I pray that true love Lift you where you fell I pray that God’s Light Illuminates your heart I pray that good things Line up your travel chart And may it be well with you In everything that you do. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
So many things ending in my life this month, as March ends. And so many things starting. Looking forward to April. Is my heart big enough to contain and bear it all? Yes, my heart is always big enough. And when it isn’t, it simply grows some more, grows again.
Aries, as ever, you end the old and bring the new. For me, to me, in me.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
New things start When you’re not looking Old things end When you’re not looking New things start When you’re not looking In Creation’s kitchen There is always something cooking. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 