The tomb
Heaven’s womb
The womb
Death’s tomb
When did you stop caring?
When you stopped fearing.
Your life is a window you’re wearing
Your death is an illusion you’re bearing
You can break with your past
Without committing suicide
Look out and cast
Your nesting mast
And thinking nests outside
Out wide.
You are not
What you think you are
What they think you are
What you’ve been told you are
What you’ve never been told you are
Because you forgot.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
The earth is not my home
Although she ever seems
To weave fine birds that her heights roam
Like I do in my dreams
The earth is not my home
Although she always tries
To spread bright hues across her dome
Like in my home’s blue skies
The earth is not my home.
However hard she plot
To dull my homesickness with foam
She in the end cannot
The earth is not my home
And yet I wander here
And know that when my end is come,
Strange, still I’ll shed a tear.
– che chidi chukwumerije.
A smile, a wave, from where did it come?
From beyond the earth, or heaven, or where?
We feel it, we see it, reflect it here from
And spread it the earth round, here there, everywhere
Blessed be they who work in the field
Who work with their hands in the soil
Blessed be they who, yield after yield
And season on season yet toil.
The end, the start, the middle of work
Like fishers at sea, unceasing, we roll
Like all true handworkers who never ever shrink
The call and the urging perceived in the soul
Blessed be they who work in the field
Who link man and nature on earth
Blessed be they, in them doth life shield
The true future waiting for birth.
– che chidi chukwumerije.
Twice I touched her heart
So she cried
Once she cried
And then she cried no more.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
The city is overcast with the blue mist of dawn
Swiftly fading
The street lamps of night
Hurriedly dwindling
Yesterday’s man
Softly gazing
A tiger’s cub at the setting moon.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
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I don’t know where to start
And that’s a good feeling
Bless my heart
I’m lost, I’m reeling
Fishing to find
What I’ve misplaced
So I set foot
The steps I retrace
Beautiful wilderness
River, how you make me
Shiver when you undress
Bewilder and break me
Cupping my hands
To drink you in
An insatiable desire
Of moisture against skin
Taste, drink, swallow
Ignorance, life’s cocktail
Rising to the head tomorrow
Knowledge leaves a trail
Of breadcrumbs
In this drawn out quest
To rediscover oneself
Or get washed like the rest
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Not because of what you did
Or did not do…
Not because of what you said
Or failed to say…
Not because of what you know
Or never came to know…
But because in your eyes I espy
A certain thing
Which I cannot immediately define
But by which I have hope
That you will be the important one in my life…
Patience.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
When will he stop
Persecuting that guitar
His voice is hoarse
It hurts her
It digs a hole in her armour
Roughly
And scoops her out
Hoarsely
I wish I could remember him
In my dream tonight
When silence is wall
Enclosing me and she is gone
His voice is gruff
A street musician
Enjoying his moment on stage
Roughly.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I’m feeling down today
The perfect mood
For poetry
He’s played the music
So long
He’s lost in the music now
That musician on stage
Is an echo of the poetry
Eating me inside.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Love is a unique thing
It possesseth that quality
Which for want of comprehension entire
One feels inclined to call magic
It overcomes all obstacles
And, as an obstacle, cannot be overcome
How it does this, no one knows
But the Origin of Love itself
Open yourself to love
That it may full-fill you
The more you love,
The more you live.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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