Du kannst nur fragen
Zweimal sogar
Liegt Dir ein drittes Mal im Magen
Schweigst Du an ihn vorbei um ein Haar.
Du kannst nur zweimal fragen
Ein drittes Mal wäre bereits ein Klagen.
Teurer als in bar.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
Those who prepare See the future Preparation is clairvoyance Imagination is sight That’s why we call it vision Damn right Avoidance of annoyance How far into the future do you see? The next weekend? The next holiday? The next dopamine high? Pleasure alley. The next relationship? The next play? The next argument? The next promotion? The next opportunity? The time’s ever rife. The next idea? Expansion of vision. Old age? The next life? Eternity? How far into the future do you see? What are you preparing for? Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
You cannot have it all
Appreciate what you have and give gratitude
The fruits that want to fall
The fruits that have to fall
The fruits that will fall
Let them fall
You cannot have it all
Where you have nothing appreciate your solitude
For you can never have it all.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Gratitude gives joy Brings joy Is joy Find your moment of gratitude today Try a change of attitude, and pray Climb unto a higher altitude. Gratitude is a thing of joy. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
A bright new day And yet there’s no sun Because the light Is a feeling of warmth Within my heart. To let go of pain Is a human feat You will love again We part to meet And meet to part. There’s a rainbow Universal, not a slogan Or a flag. A Hello Of Hope for everyone Eternity’s chart. Heaven’s memory song How great Thou art. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Don‘t waste your time with time-wasters Who pull you in, retain and detain you: Enjoy your wine instead with wine-tasters, Those who want, understand and value you. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
How are you? “I’m fine” is how you feel, It is not how you are. So, How ARE you? For real. Are you kind? Are you truthful? Are you vain? Are you boastful? Are you brave? Are you useful? Are you despondent or hopeful? What kind of person are you? Are you dependable in times of danger, or greed? What character type are you? Are you a traitor in times of chance and need? Are you led solely by your intellect? Or do you listen to your intuition? HOW are you? Don’t make-pretend. Your nature is your true condition. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
The loudest silence
Is two people alone in a room
Or in a relationship
But not knowing with whom
They are each talking
So they talk louder, hoping for an echo
And then they stop talking
For there is no answer to a broken Hello.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
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
Lost in the detail the news box jumps into shudders of frenzy Erratic loose bumps unarmed with spiritual context. Mind humps matter mechanically repeatedly aggressively exhaustingly inconclusively Algorithmically lumps worldly with worldly opaquely in ever thickening clumps while scrolling thoughtfully a nervous heart unsatisfactorily seekingly nervously thumps. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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