What You Don’t Believe In {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere
Extraterrestrial is bleeping within our lives

Making life extravaganza.
Some say:

What they don’t believe in,

What they don’t know

Will not come to them.
They are deceased erroneous.
Externalizing life is beyond the creed of spirits

That operate impressionistic.
The imprint of life is implicit

And we pay dues we are involved in or not

Overtly or covertly.
Some kidnap victims didn’t believe in kidnapping

But are kidnapped – freed or dead.
Some barren women love children of others

But didn’t believe they couldn’t have children

They could call their own.
Some accidents victims were rescuers of life

But have accident and no one is there

To rescue them.
The anecdote goes on!
Life is not about believing in what you know or told

But inquiring and surveying those you don’t know or told.
We have to be reliant on knowledge beyond us

And not relaxing on the one we already know.
The things of life are like slipstream and are slippery

Only those that seek than just believe

Can be saved.
©Odimegwu Onwumere; March 22 2017.

Email: apoet_25@yahoo.com

Advertisements

Suicide Doctor {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Such a decision is rare to make –

Only to those who use their brevity in the negative.

There is always a time in life

When the enemies cease fighting.

There is always a time in life

When times suppress and surpass every situation.

If the Medical Doctor had known,

He wouldn’t have made himself a prey for the lagoon.

There is always a period of convalescence.

It’s on March Nineteen, Two Thousand and Seventeen;

After this day, the tribute he is getting is blame, blame and blame.

Whatever that bothered him to feed the fish of the lagoon with his body

Many of us had committed suicide many times in our hearts

But didn’t take our lives.

No man is a Sequoia; life is serendipitous!

He was a brave man in the negative energy

Who didn’t think twice and explore

His future positive potentialities.

For him to take his own life

Meant he could have explored

And moved away from all challenges

If little patience was applied.

Regrettably, he has taken his own life

But didn’t take with him

The difficulties and challenges

That led to him taking his life.

It’s high time man thought twice, at least, for a moment!

©Odimegwu Onwumere; March 21 2017.

Email: apoet_25@yahoo.com

Married To Jesus {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Two years ago,

She was on Facebook

Brandishing her husband –

The man she married with her money.

She was not talking about Jesus Christ then

Unlike today she talks more about Jesus Christ

Than the man she so much brandished here.

She no longer show the man’s picture

But the Jesus’s – unlike her – earlier.

Hope she has not joined the league of women

Who could not marry their husbands better?

When they find no favour later,

They resort to marrying Jesus.

©Odimegwu Onwumere; March 20 2017.

Email: apoet_25@yahoo.com

Soft Drink {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

A smudge of death in the canteen

We were not told the intoxicant wasn’t for our excitement,

Not for gastric digestion – it’s a killer – stronger than strong drinks.

It contains pesticide – Hindu reports say – of a large degree,

Causing:

Gastric ulcer,

Gastric flu,

Gastric cancer,

Gastric heart failure,

Gastric renal failure –

Against the life we had thought it adds,

We have obliviously bought deaths with our money –

Their interest – in our innocence,

While many still see soft drink as a gas-guzzler

A car needs to move on every morning they eat.

Man is symbiosis of much bad, less good –

The former for economic interest.

Flee from the dangers we have enrobed ourselves in –

The hazards of capitalism are without touchy-feely.

Nature prepared us to stay safe

But we have made nowhere to be safe for us.

There is no exciting place

Till we start refusing our intransigency to soft drink

As our interrelationship with the drink is now interstice.

Let’s get nark about it!

©Odimegwu Onwumere; March 20 2017.

Email: apoet_25@yahoo.com

Capital Oil {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

They have shifted their incessant blame

For their failure to perform to Capital Oil

When their capital offense is ruling with lies.

They started their journey with lies,

Promised us of Change

And we hoped for a better future than we had

But were thrown into decades of woes

Just in one year…

They blamed the man,

Not the government, they succeeded

As the architect of their problem.

We shouted of recession,

But they told the glebe that we were lying,

That we were feeding better than ever.

When they later agreed on what we said,

They said different things at the same time:

“The citizens would soon get out of recession!”

“The recession is out of President’s control!”

We do not know what to believe as truth

As this journey against Capital Oil

May be another gimmick they are known for.

©Odimegwu Onwumere; March 18 2017.

Email: apoet_25@yahoo.com

When You See Violet {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere
When you see Violet

Do not violet her beauty,

Just greet her for me.
She is a village sister

Married to a distant village brother.
Hope he sees her charming teeth,

Gapped at the top?
Hope he sees her smile,

Glimmering like a clattering gun?
Hope he sees her heart

Habouring kindness and happiness?
Hope he sees her comely and homely self,

She disposes without bounds?
Her kindness is immeasurable

With receptive disposition,

Outlook,

temperament,

personality…

As she sits at her 24Hours Boutique

Disposing these features 24 hours.
Will you greet Violet for me when you see her?
©Odimegwu Onwumere; March 18 2017.

Email: apoet_25@yahoo.com

Corruption {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

We have become the haunted

In their elusive fight against corruption;

The corruption we did not elect them for,

Or they rigged themselves in to indulge?

Our wailing is deafening

And no parameter can measure our tears

Caused by their self-inflicted peril on us

As every commodity skyrockets in the mall

Just as money to have them saunters.

We watch them fight corruption

With our physique compressing in hunger

And they deafen our ears with white-lies

That we would soon get out of the self-inflicted peril

Whereas the hope they raise is nowhere in sight.

©Odimegwu Onwumere; March 18 2017.