IN THE QUIET (A Poem) by Chioma Onwudiwe Copyright 2015

In the quiet of it all

All was said that should have been said

Like the stillness of a stonewall

Or the activities of they that are dead

So much had really been spoken

But not one mortal had woken

 

In the quiet of the moment

Words usually uttered were found not needed

The time to speak left unspent

Phrases never used were indeed not heeded

Not a single sound was heard

Though most to routine adhered

 

In the quiet of an inner thought

Intents were nurtured and plans were made

The best of life was diligently sought

As the scheme of the heart would slowly fade

Still in the very quiet of the soul

A new idea bears yet another goal

 

In the quiet....

 

 

 

THE SEASON  A Poem by Chioma Onwudiwe/Copyright 2015

 

Tis' the season I tell you true

My way is straight my part is clear

Much silver lined in a sky so blue

Great reward for all I had to bear

 

Tis' the season some tide will rise

To coax or comfort, to jeer or cheer

I won't court sleep, I've trained my eyes

For this time I was made, so bound to be here

 

Tis' the season the price will be paid

Did one sow distress or reach out with care

What sort of input was gradually laid

The type to uplift, or wickedly tear

 

Tis' the season of truth and dare

Will we make it through setbacks and delays

As the victors arise sweet tales to share

How they hastened their sprints and ran relays

 

Tis' the season I'm breaking out

Don't try to pull back or block the way

Let the world know what I am all about

It's never been seen, that's all I can say! 

 

 

 

THE CLOCK      A Poem (Lyric) by Chioma Onwudiwe copyright/2015

 

In its stately stance, it hangs

With whispered chimes, it clangs

As each passing moment, it relays

A synchronization devoid of delays

One needs go about its bold bidding

The silent impact of a voiceless chiding

 

I wonder if I missed the tick that led to the tock

And the stern warnings conveyed by the clock

 

I slipped in before my natal time set 

Still was with joy and relief met

Knew I was way ahead my era

Felt it when I sang opera

I had thought my speed a victorious race

But mysteriously remained lagged and locked in pace

 

Oh how I hurried to stop the tick that would become the tock

How I yearned for an extension from that awful clock.

 

So now I fretted for seconds wasted by

While I slept still and frozen, Oh my

Then came the ONE who set time in motion

Pulled it all back, restoring my portion

I could start all over, moments never spent

I would begin a journey to places I never went

 

For the times I helplessly watched tick move to tock

I can confidently say, Stop! I now call the shots Mr. Clock!

 

 

 

 

THANKFUL!     A Poem by Chioma Onwudiwe Copyright/ November 2014

 

 

For the uncertainty, that was my beginning.

Paving the way to an end with so much winning

I am incredibly thankful

 

For the loved ones I had to bury

Whose great traits I now carry

I am solemnly grateful

 

For every drop of tear, I wept

To the dreams that almost slept

I am hopeful and thankful

 

For all the mountains that stood to block

Which now are crumbled, an amazing shock

I am profusely thankful

 

For every foe that was cloaked like a friend

That left me wiser and stronger in the end

I am grateful and thankful

 

For the rain that constantly fell

But made way now for a sunny spell

I am refreshingly thankful

 

For the pain that almost had me drown

But instead left for me the conquerors crown

I am relieved and thankful

 

For life, love and laughter

And all that built my character

I remain eternally thankful!

 

For all the future holds

As this Star gradually unfolds

I am excited and thankful

 

So Thankful!

 

 

Are you are a god indeed? (An Epigram/Poem) by Chioma Onwudiwe Copyright /2014

 

Can you mend a bleeding heart once shattered?

Or carefully bind a bone horridly battered

 

And when you close your eyes in death, which you will

Can you rise again restoring dreams to fulfill?

 

Those sleepless nights when you with strange beings hung

Could you erase the torment that always to your mind clung?

 

When those that would to you submit and often bow

Can you alleviate for them suffering now?

 

No I did not think you could. This is no surprise

Please take a seat and let the real GOD arise!

 

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A FIGHT FROM THE GRAVE

"A descendant of maids, blessed and secure

A friend to a queen scorned yet so pure

A server of kings who reigns amidst snakes

A revealer of truth for the foundation it shakes

A threat to a royal whose sorcery transcends

The child that she stole and facts she often bends

 

The seed of the flies will cast the fatal blow

Though his beginning and end he still does not know

The seed of the wounded will triumph above all

Through treacherous oppression to answer destiny's call

For at last in the end, when the kingdom's will meet

A treasure and it's true love will on this throne seat

 

The seed of darkness its weapon had brandished

What son would start the mother had finished

Though now derelict, without mother or father

Yet a golden destiny need not fret nor bother

As sure as the eagle must soar to its height

So definitely it will pass just as He did write....."  (The MONITORS/2015) by

Chioma Onwudiwe)