…ideas jump at us and we scribble…




Gaining an hour in the fall…

time just seems to stand still.

 It’s an hour too slow!  

Oma Okolo (c) 2016


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


I’m on your side of the bed

And you are not here

But it’s cosier 

Reminiscent of your warmth and embrace

I nozzle into the sheets

In the smell of you

I’m at peace with the world

Comforted by your essence
Oma Okolo (c) 2016


Nah…there is no apology

For being true to yourself 

For spewing what your heart dictates

None for standing firm as others spin

In a farcical dance

Trying not to unravel lies

None for not believing the hype

There is no apology

For truth enabling you

To look the world in the eye

None. Not a peep of remorse.

Nor should there ever be.

Oma Okolo (c) 2016

In response to the Daily Prompt-Apology


I’m like a moving train

A wrecking ball

Unstoppable in my onslaught of positivity 

Believing that someday, somehow

I will achieve my goals

Glitches only pause me for a bit

Then I just keep on moving

Daring to believe

My goals are within my reach

Doubt doesn’t faze me

Just eggs me on

Why not? …is a rallying call of defiance

What if? …a red rag to the bull aura

Of fierceness that surrounds me

Raving to go 

Determination; the ruthlessness

That drives me

Forever asking ‘what you stopping for?’

Oma Okolo (c) 2016

In response to the Daily Prompt-Unstoppable

Hot night

Tossing and turning heatwave

Perspiring; unable to sleep

Counting sheep with blurry eyes

I sweat

Oma Okolo (c) 2016

I’m trying to hide

I need a jolt

To enable me bolt past the thoughts

That flood my head like a raging torrent

Pen to paper is too slow for me

And I fear my reliance on technology

Has taken away the comforting rustle 

That slowed the pace of my tumbling thoughts
I need a jolt…a prompt… to force me

To not reveal what should remain unsaid

I put up a block on poetic thoughts

To keep control of what I hold close

As hard as I try I cannot hide these words

And I beg a stop to the flow of thoughts

That spill from keypads to a blog

To find a release I both love and abhor

For these words are out of control

Poetic verse brimming to overflow 

Pouring from a place unknown

Stripping me bare

I give in and let the words flow

But I am still in need of a jolt

To help me bolt past this torrent of thoughts

So that I could gain control

And decide what should be said

But…what am I trying to hide?

Oma Okolo (c) 2016

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