Short Bread {Poem}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Her heart was bought with short bread some years back
when love was administered under the shades of moonlight
the dark was the toast and witness of a burning passion.

Pear and fruits were the best of gifts to woe her tendril heart
with few words laced with inconsequential statements
each understood what the other verb-oozed
and passion was as holy as the sacrament of cathedral attendees.

Many bodies pulled down the bush paths and farms
in a quest to taste the woven honey comb
when seeing a lad and lass together was characterised by sin.

Parents frowned at such company, lads and lasses
were separated in the classrooms but not their hearts.

The dignity of a lady was held in highest esteem
men climbed mountains against their dignity for her
and love was later crushed on the altar of civilisation
and now, short bread cannot win her heart but short cut.

*Odimegwu Onwumere*

May 16 2019


*Deformity* {Poem}


Not only the blind
Not only the cripple
Not only the armless…
Are deformed.

Pix of a lad with Complex Spine Deformity {Culled online}

Some wish they have big boobs
Some wish they have big phallus
Some wish they have big eyeballs
Some wish they have big buttocks…

When you are rejected
By what nature gave to you
You are deformed.

Some wish they have small boobs
Some wish they have small phallus
Some wish they have small eyeballs
Some wish they have small buttocks…

When you are not comfortable
With what you have
You are deformed.

Some have good looks, without wisdom
Some have wisdom, without good looks
Some are leading, without followership…

When lack one think or the other in you
Remember that the deformed
Are not only those not walking the way you walk
Are not only those not seeing as you see
Are not only those not using their head as you use…

Always remember the word Deformity and be humble!

*Odimegwu Onwumere*
May 13 2019.

{POEM} Snow

Helon Habila tweets photo “my front door this morning”. Jan. 13 2019.


The way of nature
keeps discerning minds wondering.

It kisses the grasses with gentle flakes
shutting human beings out of space in wonderment.

Many find it an unwanted freezing water
falling, drifting against paths in parts.

© Jan. 13 2019; Odimegwu Onwumere


{POEM} Rose Smells Better Than Cabbage

By Odimegwu Onwumere

{Pix culled online}

There are people who fill in
our emotional, love and relationship gap
even when we have no bodily contact with them.

They are in the books we read,
as Facebook friends
and our imagination of them
form thoughts that could be
platonic, romantic, lust or love…

We all are looking for happiness
and we overflow with ideas and wishes
that are often not realised,
not that they are crazy impossible.

Not what we can feel or hear from
that makes us happy;

magic happens when we read some books,
chat with some friends and see photos.

There is so much to appreciate
about some people
we do not know in person
just as we smell roses
and it smells better than cabbage.

(c) Dec. 16 2018; Odimegwu Onwumere

Lonely meal of sorrow {Poem}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

{This picture was culled online to lace the poem}

All hopes entrusted on the country
Have been betrayed
Like an infidel partner.

Many of us at the war front
Continue to retreat
Like defeated soldiers
Without reinforcement.

The lightened room
Continues to darken
Upon prospects.

We continue to lend our voice
Which croaks like frogs
During drought.

The country continues to release
Sadness into our soul

And lonely meal of sorrow
Is the only meal left on the menu.

© Dec. 15 2018; Odimegwu Onwumere

Taste of honey {Poem}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

If she is beautiful
Stop demonizing the beauty
In-between her legs.

Do you not know
Some medications are given
And received through the phallus?

It is win-win
Working inside her skin
With the coitus.

It heals than it kills.

What exactly do you
Preach as sin in her?

Who has tasted honey
And says its taste is like bitter leaf?

© Dec. 15 2018; Odimegwu Onwumere