The Poetry and Site of Inspiration Continues...

 

 

 

WHO AM I?  (A Poem) by Chioma Onwudiwe/Copyright 2016

 

Rising early into a promising dawn

Or whenever each passing day might begin

Does my mood stretch like a tired yawn?

Is my mind geared for a possible win?

If by dusk I still cannot say how or why

Then behold the question; who am I?

 

I am that rosy petal open for a chat

Covered in thorns that might soon shout, enough!

Should any get confused and wonder what?

I simply explain, I am soft but very tough

Resurrected from a deadly low to a soaring high

Constantly I explore the question; who am I?

 

I have a core with the gentility of a dove

It attracts few similar and lots that are fake

For the true and the pure, an awaiting love

With the mean and sly, an equally sleek snake

To shrink from a battle? No not I

Yet I am still wondering; who am I?

 

Sometimes a lamb, calm, simple and secure

Few may befriend, my fleece intending to shave

Then will arise this lion, no time to endure

Its fierceness ready, with a call to be brave

We must opt to live, or lay down and die

I will choose life, for an answer to who am I?

 

I am seated safely in heights, celestial and unseen

Lovingly held by hands that could easily quench the sun

Haven’t reached where I am going, but I left where I’ve been

Greatly helped by grace, for this race I must run

HE calls me friend who set the galaxy on high

And when we talk, I am prostrate asking who am I?

 

IDENTICAL   INFERNO     (A poem 9/11) by Chioma Onwudiwe/Copyright 2015

 

As billows of smoke filled the otherwise clear skies

And burning debris descended on that which beneath lies

Do we embrace the fear that now will arise

Or shirk the dread as we hope to lift our eyes

Are we emboldened with lessons we should have learnt

r merely drifting as if for others it was meant

To remember we vow as pictures slide in our mind

To honor we promise for those who had fallen behind

But should we forget the sorrow and discard the fading pain

Then History might choose to remind us again

 

 

We All Rush In...  (A Poem) by Chioma Onwudiwe/Copyright 2015 

 

We all rush in with our sight

Seeing not just what we saw

If it be perfect or with a hidden flaw

But what to do with what we see

If it ended up a lie to be

We all rush in....

 

We all rush in with our thoughts

Thinking what we might be expecting

Though we end up the opposite projecting

Our notions often preconceived

The outcome appears to have deceived

We all rush in....

 

We all rush in with our words

We put our 'two-cents' and now we are broke

Should have contemplated before we spoke

It hangs out there you cannot retrieve

Maybe next time a sealed trap will bring reprieve

We all rush in....

 

We all rush in with our actions

So what we say does not match what we did

Infact the real goal and motive we have hid

Could have been the need to join the crowd

Now of the repercussions we are not proud

We all rush in....

 

 

A Tribute (A letter/Poem)by Chioma Onwudiwe Memorial Day 2015

Dear fallen hero,

 

No I do not know you personally

But from the sacrifice you made

You shed all that binds naturally

To everything dear, goodbye you bade

 

As you set forth to a future unknown

Fearless and convinced of a reason to fight

Obediently moved with the plan you were shown

Together with your comrades an indomitable might

 

For man and for country, there bravely you stood

'Oh so proudly we hail you,' as the flag still flies

For all that was won, this freedom so good

We will honor the memory of a gift that never dies

 

I salute....

 

His Friend   (A Poem) by Chioma Onwudiwe Copyright/2015

 

 Can one blame him that he bid his pace

With pensive and cautious moves stood his ground

Be this life a marathon or a rapid race

He would have his day with a choice so sound

 

Like the plight of an eagle with a flock of birds

Breaking free from the nuances deemed as normalcy

To soar with a vision that only destiny bravely girds

Holding court with mediocrity would be the ultimate hypocricy

 

His soul has finally found a depending friend

He had not written the book, but she did read

His father understood and did an answer send

The covering of his heart, the bearer of his seed 

 

 

THE LIFE OF A ROSE   (La Vie en Rose) A poem by Chioma Onwudiwe /Copyright 2014

 

Beautifully crafted petals, layered with utmost care

A burst of evened color, splashed for all to share

 

Securely held together, In a cusp of green

Prepared to spread out, In glistening bloom and sheen

 

The adoring eyes they linger, to stare and admire

And often reach out to pull tug and acquire

 

The hateful eyes they roll, they glare and then shut

Hoping to eventually shred, tear and cut

 

But right along with the making of the Rose,

Where thorns hidden to prick and protect from a threatening pose

 

Oh the amazing life of a Rose!

 

 

 

ARISE!!!     A poem by Chioma Onwudiwe/ Copyright 2014

 

Born into love and anticipation

Cradled in divine participation

Groomed by wealth’s allegory

Raised in enemy territory

 

A cruel brush of fate

Events with no sequel or spate

A season of torture and pain ensued

Any glimpse of hope subdued

 

Wings of Angels fall to their hips

As if held together by paper clips

Heads hanging in sorrow

Longing for the command of tomorrow

 

Suddenly there is a flutter

The heavenly buzz and chatter

The time has come to move

An unchanging Sovereignty to prove

 

Hurry the girl still sleeps

As her bruised heart perpetually weeps

Her adornment is all set

Now time and destiny have met

 

Pull back the covers

Banish the hate that hovers

A beam of light surges in

Let the show begin…

 

ARISE!!!

 

 

 

THE VOICE:  Chioma Onwudiwe/ copyright 2013)

 

Everyone and everything has a voice

Some by chance, others by choice

The joy when a new born cries

The mourn when a beloved dies

 

The fierce roaring of a lion is a voice

The gleeful chirping of birds their noise

But non so shattering and impacting a cry

Than that of injustice as years go by

 

The distinct pleading of Blood has a piercing wail

Whether shed in drops or in a pail

 

You have been served Dr. F. C. Onwudiwe (Late) Rest your soul in peace now...

 

 

 

Good Morning!!! by Chioma Onwudiwe/copyright 2013

 

Oh how long had been the night

How hurtful the snares of spite

The loud whispers of pain

Gave way to labor in vain

 

Oh how long the night

When the dream gave up the fight

As hope fell asleep

And courage sunk still deep

 

Oh how long the night

Until there was a flash of light

Then morning suddenly spoke

As destiny's chains broke

 

Good morning and welcome to tommorow

 

 

 

Because you believed... by Chioma Onwudiwe/Copyright 2013

 

A voiceless song in a crowded place

A wait so long an interrupted race

Yet you believed

 

A broken scene, in a lovely play

A crownless queen beneath her own throne lay

Still, you believed

 

Now a golden sound, all gladly hear

The crown is found, please join the cheer

Because you wisely believed!

 

This one royalty though in elegance soars

Has a queenly gait and a very fierce roar!

Thanks for believing