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…ideas jump at us and we scribble…

Marching orders 

The drone of footfalls thudding,

The scrape of feet shuffling
In automaton …marching orders
Keeping in line with the unspoken rule of space invasion… packed in trains…ready for shipment to the humdrum of wages and taxes
Finding solace in the journey by trying to be oblivious to the march …full volume music through earphones
Inescapable…shackled by a mindset of own volition 
Bolstered by excuses…bills to pay. 
Time out is a good thing… a necessary break…coming up for air 
…I blog to escape the mania of this ‘rat race’

Fall

Gaining an hour in the fall…

time just seems to stand still.

 It’s an hour too slow!  


Oma Okolo (c) 2016

Organised?

Not dated…but I’m positive this was written in 2006. 

Tomorrow, I say, is not a day too late 

I will be early 

Next day the same 

Oh what a farce!

This struggle to conquer sleep at break of dawn 


Off to school one morning 

Elated at waking at quarter to five 

I flee slumber sweet

Fresh eyed like dew at break of dawn 

‘Breakfast’ rumbles belly 

Breakfast; a thought 

Cereal and milk from shop shelf to bare fridge?

Not a chance 

The shop is shrouded in sleep 

Its keeper still in bed at six 

In repose before the traffic of a London day 

Make a meal I will 

How long will it take?

A piece of string 

Clanging pots and pans 

Gas slow burns bolognese

My portfolio is not ready!

Clutter! Clutter!

Organised chaos is what I do best 

Quarter past seven; I let sit a meal too hot to eat 

Half past seven; salivating 

My bus pass! I cannot think where it is!

Frantic search on a need to know basis

Food waits…

Lost is found; what a relief!

My class is at nine 

I have an hour to burn tire tracks of speed 

Banish fear! Embrace rush!

To Sod’s law miss bus

I knew it, I knew it! I tell myself 

Teeth clenched 

Early is something I do not do best. 

Oma Okolo (c) 2006

Sock

Oh my days!  Just found a ‘monologue’ I wrote as part of creative writing elective way back in 2006!  

Gosh I stink! I am so fed up of being worn. Never rested. I need a sabbatical. A well deserved treat at the water well. Doesn’t half make me dizzy though, spinning round and round…and the fast spin is a whirlpool. What a rush! But the rewards…whew! I come out of that merry-go-round-on-ecstasy smelling like daisies or whatever it is whatsyourface puts in the water! And how often do I get such a treat? Whenever Mr Forgetful remembers, which is pathetically rarely. So here I lie exhausted, sweaty, mucky, putrid and sick of myself. 

“Oh no! Not you again! Hey! Mister! I bet you can hear me. Don’t act like you can’t. Pretending to be as deaf as a doorknob! Take me to the water well! Can you please not wear me? I’m cheesy enough already. Hey! I’m talking to you! Can you not see the hole you poked? I know my sibling is mute…but, hell-o! I am definitely not! What do I need to do to get some service around here?! Hell-ooo! Is anyone home in that head of yours? Forever up in the clouds! I understand you are very busy. I should know; I got bruises! Have you ever been to a chiropodist? When are you getting married? You need to do something about your feet! I know I stink but having to keep your feet warm is not doing us any favours! Have you ever tried talcum? It works a treat, especially after a whirl! I cannot believe this. After everything I’ve said? All my nattering! You actually want to try me on? Let go you nasty so-and-so, stinking up the place with your feet. I’ll be tight soon, you’ll have to let me go. Okay, okay stop tugging so hard. I am on, alright, on”. 

Oma Okolo (c) 2006

Poem inspired by linocut

Found some poetry I wrote in 2006 inspired by a linocut print titled ‘Drinking at a Ceremony’
Taste the ritual 

Wet the lips

With ceremony 


Decorum flows

Pending decision 

Formality waits

Counting minutes met


For every drop 
With baited breath 

Awaits approval 


Oma Okolo (c) 2006

Happy Flute Player

Another poem inspired by linocut by Billy Mandindi titled ‘Happy flute player’
The flute of life 

Tuned with experience 

Resounds

Perfectly pitched to the listening ear

We are beguiled as by the piper of Hamlin

To keep in step 


Drumming heartbeats 

Pattering footfalls 

Thundering thoughts 

Tinkling tears

Pealing laughter 
In sync; out of sync 

We twirl, glide, wiggle, bounce, jiggle, stomp 

To the flute of life. 

Oma Okolo (c) 2006

Quietude 

So still that I can hear my thoughts reverberating; spinning around, untangling from a web of ideas

Creating room for more 

Trying not to trip in the scramble to fill my head

So quiet I can distinguish the hum of electricity

The constant low drone emitted by gadgets seems deafening 

In the quiet of this once bustling house filled with noises that defied thoughts to be heard

Oma Okolo (c) 2016

The roller coaster 

You know you are bored…when you can’t be bothered to argue   To disagree or agree. When nonchalance is far more than a byword in your peripheral vision. When it really doesn’t make a difference. 

‘Doing life together’ is not meant to be a chore
Hold on tight for the bumpy ride

Pray you don’t hit a road block 

Causing you to part ways

Leading to heartbreak

Boredom is not an excuse

To recluse yourself from vows made

For better; for worse – ride it out

Sway with the twists and brace for the bumps

Oma Okolo (c) 2016

Night watch…

Sleep plays peek a boo with me

Darting in and out from shadows

Of my subconscious 

I try to catch up to the twinkly winks

That skip about playfully

Watching with heavy lidded eyes

As sheep make obscure patterns on the wall

Oma Okolo (c) 2016

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