The Poor {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

He said nothing to anybody

but they keep distance from him.

Many of us have worked ourselves

from strength to poverty, strength to riches.

We lay on bed, people think we are sleeping

whereas our hearts are smelted with thoughts.

Just as they keep distance from him

who said nothing because he is poor

Envy is the reward of the made by many

due to poverty.

Odimegwu Onwumere; Jan. 20 2019.


{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.


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).

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,




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.


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.