{POEM} If Only You Can Hear My Heart

By Odimegwu Onwumere

If only my deepest heart can be heard through words,

If only my heart full of words and imaginations can express itself

Then you will understand how much you have occupied my heart

Than words can possibly express.

My words can be translated into many languages

But you are the one who can translate my heart beat

If only you can listen to my heart beat

You will hear much music crooning in it.

You cannot be expressed my mere words

Even though words can make or mar a coward

Your actions speak of how much I mean to you

And words cannot express the much you have shared.

I no longer see much other than:

Your nose, pointing me to the world,

Your hair, falling all the worries on your shoulder,

Your picture, pointing that you appear the best.

I was bereft of words,

You have made me find one.

If only my deepest heart can be heard through words,

If only my heart full of words and imaginations can express itself

Then you will understand how much you have occupied my heart

Than words can possibly express.

(c) Odimegwu Onwumere; August 3 2017.

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{POEM} Nnamdi Kanu’s Biafra

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Chike is my very good friend and Ofili is his father;

He is weeping against the disgust being shown by some persons
Against the struggle to actualise Biafra by Nnamdi whose father is Kanu.

Chike tells me, we should not blow up this opportunity

And I remember that in adventure, there is the danger and opportunity.

We have to look at the opportunity if we gain Biafra,
Not the danger we have to face while we pursue Biafra.

{Nnamdi Kanu}

Nnamdi has opened the once closed door of Biafra
After Odumegwu whose father is Ojukwu opened it.

We need not relegate our brother and the struggle
As Biafra is on the centre of the world beamed by stars.

Nnamdi wants to make us smile with Biafra as kindness
To our everyday life to light our hearts.

We accomplish different things at different age
Just as Chike my very good friend whose father is Ofili tells me:
We should not blow up this opportunity for Biafra.

(c) *Odimegwu Onwumere*; June 27 2017.
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{POEM} I killed My Neighbour Several Times In My Mind

By Odimegwu Onwumere

{Picture: Culled Online}

All through the night

Sleep eroded my eyes

Caused by the killing-abuse

Of a neighbour against me.

It was on Twenty-first of June

I nearly thought that killing was not forbidden

As I killed the neighbour several times in my heart.

The neighbour fumed from the head filled with marijuana;

My resentment heightened more than the eagle could go

Or more than the semen could go to form a foetus.

I thought of inviting the security agents;

I thought of dying or killing to defend my right

Even though I knew that nothing is worth dying or killing for.

The neighbour’s abuse was a war against my personality

Just as abortion is a war against the innocent child.

The neighbour was busy talking about its feelings

Not minding its feelings were killing me gradually.

That night, I killed the neighbour several times in my mind

Even though I woke up seeing the neighbour alive.

© *Odimegwu Onwumere*; June 26 2017.

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Tradition Illiterates {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

As a people,

we no longer understand ourselves better.

Our cultures that made those before us

understood each other better

have been pummeled.

{ Ofo na Ogu: The Epicenter of The Igbo Cosmos}

We have lost our memories,

since we lost our cultures.

Now,

we have no future,

no cultures and traditions

to shape a better society

of our future.

Mahatma Gandhi tells me:

A nation’s culture resides in the hearts

and in the soul of its people.

In our case,

we were directly and indirectly

being indoctrinated to have contempt for

and disrespect our cultures and traditions.

As a good teacher knows

the importance of connecting with the students

Ndigbo would’ve been better

with our aboriginal cultures and traditions.

We no longer have them in our hearts and souls;

we have turned cultures and traditions illiterates.

{© Odimegwu Onwumere; May 23 2017.}

 

Because S/he Is Married {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Because he is a married man
We leave him bereft of love.

Because she is a married woman
We leave her bereft of love.

We become selfish in the ways
We express and show love to each,
Even in the ways we accept love
Because traditions and cultures
Make us believe the taboo
Of showing love to the married.

The married man travels overseas
And courts as many spinsters as possible

While the wife at home
Becomes an outcast if she accepts love
From the men in her neighbourhood.

Love and time cannot be hidden
Only cultures and traditions
Tell us who we love, and the time to love,
Whereas in our hearts, we are battling with desire.

© Odimegwu Onwumere (May 18 2017).

Our Heart Of Love {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Okafor Franklin Ekene tells me on Facebook:
The eye can see love
But true love belongs to the heart.

Robert Green tells me in ‘Seduction’:
We are bisexual,

only cultures and traditions
checkmate our impulses.

We have seen many loves
we didn’t express
And do not forget.

Our hearts are a museum of love affairs
And only the heart knows where our love belongs.

We share similarities with each other
Yet yearning for great love our heart envisages.

© Odimegwu Onwumere (May 18 2017).

Thin Line In Love {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Like a vehicle running in-between a gutter
Our love stands in-between a thin line.

We are afraid not to break the thin line
Since we discerned we are in love.

We are afraid to cross the thin line
That most times, we stay for weeks
Without speaking to each other,
And do not forget each other.

It is a love founded on truth and great passion
But the thin line is a hitch and we cannot break it.

She sometimes provoke me to go my separate way
When she is dying of fountain of passion herself.

She is happy and I’m happy that we love each other,
Only the thin line is holding our love not to totter.

© Odimegwu Onwumere (May 18 2017).