…ideas jump at us and we scribble…



The dance

This time I superimposed my poem over a video of me dancing with reckless abandon.

Funnily enough I wrote this poem years ago about reckless abandon and finding yourself. What gives?

The Dance


Performance poem titled ‘gossips ‘

Day1…..more performance coming…..

The bubbling within

Blank moments; losing words

An intrepid dissipation of ideas

Buried deep in my psyche

Bubbling to the surface

Seeping through the cracks

Spilling over onto pages

Poetry might just save me

Oma Okolo 2018

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’

Oma Okolo c 2017


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

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 


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


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

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