Do you fear yourself?
Or are you in awe,
In awe of you?
Or do you think yourself
But little and poor
And powerless too?
Think not of yourself
But of your goals
And deepest dreams…
And you will find yourself
Fulfilling even roles
Beyond whole teams.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
The head can forget what it vowed to remember
But the heart remembers even that
Which it vowed to forever forget.
A memory which you want to keep forever
Store in the intuitive base of your heart
The head is curious but sometimes too clever –
Less meddlesome is the heart.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I’m tired of writing poems,
I want to be one.
– Che.
If there be a she
Where is she?
If there was a she
Where was she?
If there be a he
Which is he?
If there was a he
When was he?
If there be a we
What are we?
If there was a we
Wherefore were we?
If there be an I
Why am I?
If there is goodness in the human race
If there is love in the human heart
If there is hope in the human being
Why are we still not there
Where we once were
When we had goodness and love and hope
In our hearts
On our tongues
And as the work of our hands…?
If I have a friend
Please help me.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
You’ve judged too soon
Go, take a second look
Sometimes you’ve got to give a little room for error
’Cause you can’t always be too sure –
Don’t spare yourself a second look
Read it again – life’s just a book.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
When sheep undress
They become wolves
When wolves undress
They become sheep
Unclothing less
Reveals more
Of why we laugh
When we weep.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I know you’re waiting for me to come
You know I’m waiting for you to become –
How long?
An upturned Calabash hides something
A broken mirror is still a mirror
A song unsung – is it a song?
A loveless soul – is it a soul?
When lovers part, are they still lovers?
Have they learnt how to love
Or forgotten how to love a little?
Upsidedownworld.
Turn it upsideupanddownsidedown
But leave the middle in the middle.
The world grows quiet quietly
A lone car passes now and then
A dog barks gently, night falls lightly
And the studio condenses around me again.
Who was I thinking of just now?
Where was I before evening called me back?
A heart is a thousand stories
And forgotten memories.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
If love is like this all the time
Then love is magic; and love and time
Are one.
So let it keep rolling, flowing, growing
When it doth snow, let it keep snowing
Until it’s done.
Because underneath the melting snow blanket
A new beginning of our love forms, and bank on it
We’ll still be one
When it’s done.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Simple Simon
made a rhyme on
something on his mind:
If God is love,
all else above,
then how can love be blind?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
In fields of light above this realm
Where sight and sound are one
I chanced upon a little elm
A woman sat upon
From far afar I sharp’d my eyes
To peer good at this sight
And soon came I to see thread-ties
‘Tween her and the High Light
She sat so still, she did not stir
Or so it seemed to me
‘Til I was no more far, but near
And then began to see
Than in her hand she held a flute
The longest yet I’ve seen
Which stretched gently until its root
Her small lips was between
And she it was who through her sounds
Was forming all these fields
Of beauteous light where joy abounds
And my heart rapture yields
These fields of light I long have passed
Yet never will forget
That those blessed hills, meads, groves were massed
But through that simple set
Of flute and woman weaving music
Healing broken hearts
And forming fields of light of scenic
Beauty for these parts.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 