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.
Music made me
A bird saved me
A smile undid me
A woman slew me
A friend betrayed me
And I dug myself out of the Grave.
A wound bled me
A sword healed me
A dream baffled me
A heart became me… became I…
A Call reached me
Here, there and everywhere –
Now, tell me
If you understand humanity yet?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
It is not a joke;
But everyone is laughing
As though it were…
Early in the morning
I can hear voices whispering
Before dawn…
But when I peered out through the window
I saw nothing
Yet heard something
Which sounded like whispering voices
Talking to me
Telling me what to write
And I write without complaint
Even though the pain is sometimes astronomical –
Yet I write.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I won’t forget
Every thought I met
Blowing in the breeze
Resting beneath the trees
And mirrored on each lake
Asleep or awake
Before which we waited
And silently contemplated
Another wonderful day
Of this lovely holiday…
Thoughts that grow
Like flowers in the meadow
And time after time
Like a recurrent rhyme
Will yield new fruit
And like a Magic flute
Even as I age
Page after page
Will always light the light
Of Insight.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije. (Poems Inspired By The Lake District)
In heaven
I saw birds
Even blackbirds
So I wrote
This poem
Which is just words
And when I was done
And looked up
It was an empty sky.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
My blood is blue river today
Every thought of you beknights me
Makes me feel like royalty
For thou art my queen…
If I strode across mountains
They would prostrate before my will
Proud to be footstool
To the queen’s lover
Naughty me
What a delicious secret
I feel like King Aka the Thirst
For I secretly drink from the queen’s fountains
My blood is blue river today
When it runs into you
You sigh…
At night I am thine king.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
When birds touch heaven
All we hear is
Music
And the music
Melts away the frozen tears
In my eyes
And my heart aches for you
But what is done is gone
Heaven and bird and wishing star
Where are you?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
When it’s raining
Even if it’s raining pain
Put a bucket out and drink up
It might never rain again –
When it rained
Some weeks ago
A glorious thunder, a waterfall from heaven
I envied the child I once was
Who ran naked in the rain…
Come run with me, my heart called to me
In the rain I stood, adult but child again
And raised my hands, even though memory caused me pain
And took again a shower in the rain
Whilst my eyes rained tears unto my thongue
I remembered the land of childhood, where I belong
An unforgotten song.
Drink while it’s raining
Swim while it’s flowing
Cry while it’s hurting
It might never rain again –
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 