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
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
Sleep plays peek a boo with me
Darting in and out from shadows
Of my subconscious
I try to catch up to the tiddlywinks
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 self
For spewing what your heart dictates
None for standing firm as others spin
In a false dance
Trying not to unravel lies
None for not believing the hype
For truth enabling you
To look the world in the eye
No apology. No remorse.
Nor should there ever be.
Oma Okolo (c) 2016
In response to the Daily Prompt-Apology
When I want to do something
I find it hard to rein myself in
Because my determination is like a moving train
A wrecking ball
An unstoppable onslaught of positivity
Believing that I will achieve my goals
Glitches only pause for a bit
Doubts challenge me to see results within my reach
Why not? …is a rallying call of defiance
What if? …a red rag to the aura raving to go
As ruthlessness 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 these 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 bridge
That slowed the pace of my tumbling thoughts
I need a jolt…a prompt… to force me
To keep quiet what should remain unsaid
Put up a block on thoughts
Keep control of what I hold close
As hard as I try I cannot hide these words
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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