Poems

A DREAMER’S MIND

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I see a mountain
In the distance
A mysterious mind
Over matter
The birds that circle its heights
Like higher thoughts
That hover above a dreamer’s mind
Seeking to make contact
For oft the thoughts we think
And think are ours
Are borrowed
Upon a lazy afternoon, somewhere
In Creation.

A child sits somewhere unseen
Locked in an old body
Each time it smiles
Rainbows and rainbows of new thoughts
Surge out, unite, swing forth, to go seek out
Like-minded wonderers dreaming lazily
Upon a quiet moment, somewhere
In Creation
Blindly receiving the seeds of new thoughts
And thinking the thoughts they think
Are theirs alone
As if the mind of a dreamer
Were not a fertile garden too.

– che chidi chukwumerije.

THE SPLIT

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I’m quiet tonight
Never mind that it’s morning
I’m still dreaming

I remember a friend
We had high hopes for his future
Yet he chose the Easy

Now I’m all alone
On the road we once chose together
Watching it grow longer

This pain I keep inside
Greater than death, worse than loss
Treachery’s dungeons.

If I doubted reincarnation
This life has taught me a bitter lesson
For I must come again

The work is unfinished
The cards will be reshuffled
I will come again.

Then I hear, so soft
The sounds of morning dawning
The past is over now.

Those words, those strange words
That baffle the minds of politics
Of culture and science

You can call me Fool
You can call me mad, and yet
You too will come again.

– che chidi chukwumerije.

Six Word Story: LUCK

~ Che

And then there she was, again.

– che chidi chukwumerije.

This was exactly one year ago my offering for the Six Word Story Challenge hosted by Nicola at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller.  This week’s theme is LUCK.

URBAN HAPPY

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Broken bristles of bile
And a sundown smile
Was all she needed to discover
My words are quicksand
Too late. Too late. Too late. Too late.

Rough teeth, gated heart
Addicted to the back bite
All these people talking about heaven
Lying to themselves
And taking comfort in your confused belief.

But love will save me
Because I’m not a believer
That inner river bleeds me drunk
The city’s my village
What’s the big difference? Propaganda.

– che chidi chukwumerije.

ONCE

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Some things happen but
Once
In a lifetime…

It was here, it was there
It was where?
It is where?
It is gone…

It will never return.

-che chidi chukwumerije

THE CAGE

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Stony faces
Weak arms
Biggest Guns
Emptiness.

God has turned His Face Away!
Man at Mercy of the dark
Which virgins have oiled
Their lamps?

Empty streets – stoned
Cold overnight
Sleep of death
Who is beating my heart?

Technology will cure nothing!
E-speed all the faster to communicate
Emptiness and loneliness
From me to you, you to me.

– che chidi chukwumerije.

SEX AND UNHAPPINESS

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How can that be?
All this intimacy
And still not happy

All these people
All these hearts
And still so lonely

All these words
All these conversations
And your life still has no meaning

When you’re not with the one you really need

And all that sex
Is just the expression
Of unhappiness.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

BLUE PLANET BECOMES GREENHOUSE

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Blue planet
Becomes greenhouse
Too little room
For blossoming big mushroom
Acid rain
Too many old thoughts undecomposed
Poisoning today’s poison

Wait to exhale
The greenhouse is sweating
Hold that thought
Oxygen rapes carbon dioxide
CO2 shits O2; O3 too
Thermometer measures rising frenzy
Barometer cooling love.

– che chidi chukwumerije.

DADDY DEAR

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Ashes to ashes…

Dust to dust…

Spirit to spirit…

Have mercy, o Holy Ghost!

CDKC

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

Another anniversary of the day I beheld for the last time the noble countenance of my father. Then we closed the coffin and confered his cloak into the warm arms of Mother Earth. And set the spirt free for the Flight back Home. Always in my fondest Memories, Daddy dear… 22.5….

(Pic: my first day in Boarding School, Sep 1995 – King’s College. Lagos)

POLAR BEAR

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The ice
Spice of my life
Has thawed
Underneath my paw.

As I claw myself back to life
All I need from you
Is a splice
Of sacrifice.

– che chidi chukwumerije.