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
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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
Tossing and turning heatwave
Perspiring; unable to sleep
Counting sheep with blurry eyes
I sweat
Oma Okolo (c) 2016
Found another poem…written in 2008! Interesting…
I know the reason for my being
I know why I exist
I live to serve you Lord
Because You are everything to me
Breath of Life,
Redeemer of my soul
My Lord and My God
You are beyond all understanding
Confounding the wisdom of the world
My life is made complete in you
© 2008
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
I’m learning to write on cue
To schedule my posts
But it’s hard to write on cue
To say today yesterday’s thoughts
As thoughts tumble where they may
An urge to hold back is hard to learn
When cart before horse I have always thrown
How can I unlearn my faults?
Restrain myself from rushing thoughts
How can I learn to stop mid thought?
When my thoughts billow
And rush past reason
When words want to flow
How can I learn control?
Never bitten my tongue before
I need to learn to schedule my posts
Take control of my thoughts
Without biting my tongue
Oma Okolo 2016 (c)
I cannot hide
Words are my friends
I am silent
Cannot hear my silent thoughts
So I dig deeper
To find hidden words
My friends- words
To liberate me
To pull me out of this funk
To shake off lethargy
To force me to listen
To words I cannot hear
Words I need to rise
Out of this pit
Words- my lifeline
If I could but hold on
Grasp even more words
Words-smashing shackles
Overturning tables of confusion in my head
I ramble and words find me
I cry and the Word comforts me
I cannot hide
I cling to words
The Word holds me close
Oma Okolo copyright reserved 7/7/2016
Feel like I’m wading in rising water
Need to get out of it but won’t
Can pull myself out (I think)
If I find the strength within
Right now I’m just wading
In rising water
Not strong enough to pull me in
Just lapping at my feet
Rising to my shins
At a non threatening speed
And I’m wading
Ready and not ready to swim
Oma Okolo (c) 7/7/2016
Wow…today is 7/7…? Did not realise till now…
