Poems

YESTERDAY’S FLOWERS

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My memories, are they mine?
Whose Definitions do definitions define?
How many sides has a line?
Grape juice is drunk, but not on wine.
My memories, are they mine?

They are my memories of you,
So what are they? If I asked you
Then I‘d be asking the you of today –
I’d much rather ask the you of yesterday,
The you in my memories of you.

But is that, or was that ever, the real you
Or is it just my memory of you?
My memories of you, are they yours?
Or are they mine? Or are they ours?
Yesterday’s flowers bloom on in me and you.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

PORM Live on Stage 2

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PORM Live on Stage 2
PORM – Poesie Oratorium Rhein Main – Poets and Orators of Rhein Main – Live on Stage 2 – 16 Nov 2019

GET USED TO BLACK

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Black is not a fad, and not a trend –
It was here first & it is here to stay ‘til the end.

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HEAVEN

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To serve God, humbly and quietly
Without pomp and pageantry
Is Heaven.

Modestly and consistently,
With conviction, gratefully.
Expecting no reward,
No recognition, no award –

Because the joy of service
Is reward enough –

Is Heaven.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

THE OTHER WAY

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Obstacles open the way. The other way.
When they come your way
They have not come to block your way,
But to force you to look the other way
And see another, better, righter, deeper way
And learn to see a way where there is no way.
They have come to show you the way.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

BOYS TO MEN

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The older I get,
The more I miss my father.
The more knowing I grow,
The more I miss him.
The more I know him.
The more I understand him.
We live life forwards,
But understand life backwards.
When it‘s too late to change anything,
That’s when we understand everything.
The young shall grow.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
(I just feel like remembering today)

LICHTSCHATTEN / LIGHT-SHADOWS

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Wenn Ihr nur Schatten Euer Selbst seid
Wenn you are mere shadows of yourselves..

Seid Ihr immer noch Ihr selbst
You are still yourselves…

Lichte Tage, dunkle Tage
Light days, dark days…

Meistert sie alle cool 😎 und souverän
Ride them all in style 😉…

Dein Leben ist Dein Gedicht
Your life is your poem…

Jeder Schritt muß zählen
Let every step count…

Jedes Wort, jeder Tag, alles
Every word, everyday, everything…

Ist das einzige, was Du hast
Is all you have.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL

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Horrible to him
Wonderful to me
Ugly to day
Beautiful to night

I see with eyes
That see surprise
I hear with ears
That hear falling tears

I see the woman
Being human
I love the human
Being in the woman

I know your value
I know the worth
Of your old-fashioned Virtue
Pretty or not,
You’re beautiful.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

FEAR NOT THE IDES OF MARCH

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Fear not the Ides of March
Go boldly your path to the end
What’s unclear today, another Plutarch
Will explain one day again

Fear not the Ides of March
Fear is the foe of your nature
Your feet it’ll drag, tongue it’ll patch –
Heed not every Seer or Preacher

Fear not the Ides of March
Though your friends turn into traitors
Or family conspirators, sly and arch,
Join and jubilate with your tribulators

Fear not the Ides of March
Death cannot upturn your victory
Tough as larch and strong as starch
Shall eternally inspire your Story.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
15.03.2019

ONE DAY IT’LL BE TOO LATE

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If you’re mad and you know you’re mad
Are you mad?
If you’re sad and you know you’re sad
Why don’t you smile?
If you’re bad and you know you’re bad
Then you know what’s good –
If you’re glad and you know you’re glad
Share it and make someone else smile.

Life is going by so quick
Not just the individual life of you and me
Sometimes one has this strange feeling
That humankind itself also
Won’t be here forever
Our species too will die out
Inspite – or because – of all our great knowledge.

One by one, we will bury each other
And after the last sister has buried her last brother
Her final prayer before she too quietly departs
Will be that God forgive all our human hearts
For not understanding on time
That only Love furnishes the perfect last rhyme.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.