Dancing {poem}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

When you said that
you do not know
how to dance,
a question came into place:

What is dancing?

Like love,
the best ways to love
is to love like you will never be hurt.

Like singing,
the best ways to sing
is to sing like no one is listening.

Most often,
what one hears in a music,
the other does not hear it.

Then-again,
some persons dance
like they are insane.

Do you call this dancing?
It is however dance to them.

Some are shy to dance
because they are beautiful.

At your closet,
raise that leg up in a dance,
and be pretty happy in your soul
how satisfied you have become.

-Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State.

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{poem} They Spoke Our Mind

By Odimegwu Onwumere

They spoke our mind,
Them that cross carpeted
From a lost hope
Hoping to rebuild their new hope.
They moved in anger
Leaving the angrymaker alone
Who now justifies his shame
In a shenanigan’s speech
Sewing and drawing self pity
But we knew his garb is hypocrisy.
They cross carpeted within
Looking for respite
When many of us are drowning
In Mediterranean Sea
For want of new lease of life
From shenaniganism he calls leadership.
A town isn’t finished
When their king is finished
But when the people are finished.
Their genuflection shows a finished one
Who now does hurried and senseless speech
Thinking he would heal our wounds
He inflicted but we know better – we
They spoke their mind.

(c) Odimegwu Onwumere
July 25 2018.

Their Fight Yet To Start

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Adam had shame before Eve,
Not Adams with autocratic voice,
Clattering like the one from Daura
That learned undemocratic tenets
Now leading a democratic country
With scorpions and arrows
Humiliating institutions ought
To checkmate him.
Their fight is yet to start
With thunder rehearsing its sound
To unleash to a country
Being led by vultures and jackals
Throwing Aso Rock at us.
Their fight is yet to start.
We are just hearing their voice
Yet to see blood and wounds
Then would our tears dry.
We, they have hypnotised
With failed promises
And undemocratic principles.

(c) Odimegwu Onwumere
July 25 2018.

Hard Times (poem)

By Odimegwu Onwumere

We face hard times in different ways:

They could be marital, job, health, educational,

relationship, monetary, spiritual challenges.

Just name them.

But the worst of all the challenges is

when a person or persons you had thought

would say “Hello, take it easy”

do/es not care.

It pains when you reach out to people

and not even a text message from them

comes to you.

They feel above the board and do not care.

Anyway, we will not give up no matter

the challenges and the downgrading habit

of those we have reached out to.

Their downsizing of us

is part of the hard times, part of the challenges

we must overcome.

Their crass behaviour helps in shaping us

to win against all odds.

The key is we must have confidence in ourselves

and work harder to break the jinx

of the hard times.

Hard times are part of life

and we cannot run away from them.

Yes, they pinch us; they make us to cry in our closet,

but we will never give up.

In all, we have to remain positive in such negative situations.

(c) Odimegwu Onwumere; Oct. 23 2017. +2348032552855)

[poem} Oyigbo On September 12

By Odimegwu Onwumere

{Scene of IPOB protests}

The orgy of messages has been received in Oyigbo:

Some vehicles cremated, human grievance still mountaining.

The streets are littered with baked chaos,

Stern-looking agents from Aso-Ruse watch in apprehension.

Biafra protesters clamour for freedom

Adjacent-to the craving of the man from Daura;

Who fancies their blood sponged-down the ocean

In lure of freedom he sees as a taboo.

Men are drinking coffee to expunge sleep

Yet, sleep befalls them like a possessed by malaria.

There is nowhere to lay the sleeping head

In a land where soul and body are shoddily severed.

Certainly, everyone is un-free

Except for supernatural empathy.

©Odimegwu Onwumere; September 13 2017.

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{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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