Take your L Take it well No one can tell Why you fell Did your pride swell? It rings a bell It broke your shell Take it well I wish you well Time will tell And heal you well Heaven and Hell Understanding your L Will break the spell And make you well. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
*L stands for Loss.
Things that long seemed impossible Manifest suddenly just before the window Of opportunity closes. Many a miracle Is undramatic, almost mundane, a narrow Dirt track fit for walking or at best a bicycle running beside a highway leading to hollow Shallow goals for the spiritually superficial And there right next to it, quiet and mellow This simple path opens up with no noticeable Features except this: it is your heart’s echo Returning long after you sent an inaudible Piercing cry for help. Swing chariot, swing low, Swooping down out of the blue Inconceivable And carrying me home to a better tomorrow. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
You can come as close to me as you want You still cannot get in. You can go as deep into me as you want But still deep within My heart there is a door And if you’re not the one it’s meant for You can’t get in. You can go as far away from me as possible You still remain inside me I can push you as far away from me as possible But still deep inside me There is one tender space And you alone live inside this place That is the home in me. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Bearing pain Is like rearing Gain - You tend it patiently ‘Til it yields fruits abundantly And then you plant again. It’s a circle of pain The farmer breaks the ground to plant the seed The seed breaks its shell to yield the feed Our teeth crush the feed to tend our need Our need disciplines itself not to turn into greed So that we still retain enough feed To sow again. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
When the worst happens, The thing you fear the most, A strange thing happens: Your fear becomes a ghost. It was never real, It was imagination, It was expectation - What you felt you would feel. But aren’t we spirit? Pain is the hand That forces us to grow and to understand There’s nothing ‘twixt the sea and the sand That can’t be healed by spirit’s magic wand. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
How are you today?I’m still hurting from yesterday I don’t know what to say I’m very sad even when I play Lord, heal my broken heart, I pray I’m lost, I can’t find the way… - I’m fine, thank you And you? Thank you I’m fine too. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Recognitions await the explorer The tail wags the dog Sometimes when they play The ears wade through the fog When eyes can’t see the way Nearer is not always clearer The fire comes from the log There’s also sadness in May Our life is our only authentic blog What we do says more than what we say Even a mirror needs a mirror A princess prefers a frog The night is the dreamers’ day Quiet people are also intensely agog With excitement they don‘t display To think otherwise would be an error. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
There is fire in your Heart Even though you keep quiet Or laugh loud to play your part When awkwardness is at its height It is a warm quiet resolute fire Burning subterraneously A nocturnal town-crier Subtle intensity Everybody in your vicinity Is warmed by you Without understanding completely Why they like being with you. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
You know, when you do not Want to stop missing a person, but… One morning you rise and go through the day and only In the evening do you realise That today you forgot to be lonely And in that moment when you remember That person, you wait for the familiar pain… But as sure as August breaks into September The ache is gone, you’ll never feel it again. You know, when you do Not Want to stop missing a person… Because missing that person Is the only thing you’ve still got - But… One day even that leaves you too. Yes, even you. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Those that live in foreign lands But never really left their home Whose hearts never cup the sands Upon which their reluctant feet roam And the prints made where each boot stands Will be washed away by the evening foam Of a suspicious tide that never understands The ripened fruits of an alien-like biome - - Ye shall go back home with empty hands To a strange land that is no longer home. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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