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Cold Hands

COLD HANDS by J.D.C Ahumibe  (j.ahumibe@yahoo.com)



COLD HANDS.

An embrace that awaits us all,
The finality of every living thing,
An appointment not to be missed,
A date enshrined in stone.

An unseen guest that stalks every clime,
An unwanted visitor that needs no introduction,
The unseen that knows humanity by name,
The passage of time brings it ever closer.

It once took my cousin away,
While I was away,
And took her to a place far far away,
Where the living stay away.


Be happy while you still have life,
Make the best out of every moment,
Weary not your soul,
There lies the compass of your existence

Be not deceived,
Believing that you could wish it away,
It is a package that must come to you someday.
A package that one uninvited visitor must deliver.

Weary not your soul,
Trouble not your conscience,
Unless you are unprepared for this eventuality.
The ticking of time makes its view ever clearer.

Oh cold hands where lies your strength.
Why do you smite me with fear before you devour me?
If only I can have the courage to defeat fear,
To eternal bliss will I routinely prepare for, once my time is up.


J.D.C AHUMIBE.
NEWBRIDGE, COUNTY KILDARE.
REPUBLIC OF IRELAND.

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The Meltdown

THE MELTDOWN.

 Like a dark cloud in a distant,
It hung overhead for ages,
Everybody saw it coming,
Nobody was prepared for its coming.

It came like a heavy down pour,
Yet nobody went out with an umbrella.
The height of human folly,
Wishful thinking on the altar of reality.

It started with an overwhelming intent,
The desire to take blindly,
An inordinate thought fuelled by greed,
A choice that handed judgment on mankind.

 
First the jar could only contain one hand,
Soon more hands needed more cookies,
Later the cookies couldn’t satisfy the hands.
So the hands in the jar got stuck.

Thus started the journey of squander,
“Taking it all” dreams the winner,
In its wake came shattered hopes,
Slain dreams on the plains of avarice.

Blame it on the bankers,
Blame it on the politicians,
Blame it on the immigrants,
 Blame it on the society but me.

Dreams turned into illusions,
Blames ,trading openly like stocks.
Blue chip dreams trading for nothing.
The result of mans misadventure.

All hope is not lost thus no more blames,
Since nobody is without blame,
We can all fix that which is broken,
It’s not too late to solidify that which we collectively melted.

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Headstone

HEADSTONE....


 I came, I saw but the world conquered me.

I kept the real me inside just not to offend the world.

I saw evil and unjust practices but choose to sit on the fence, after all it did not affect me.

I said yes when I meant to say no.
I never felt the pinch in my fellow man's shoes cos mine was comfy.

I was always part of the majority because the minority will never have their way.

I never saw the good in people unless the look and think like me.

I carried my rule book around and if you don't measure up to it, you are doomed from the word go.
In my world, its my perception or the highway.

I surrounded myself with friends whose thoughts betrayed their  smiles.


Today, My wasteful journey has come to an end.

My dry bones that left no positive mark now lie dormant surrounded by headstones.

Even the words of the priest and teary eyes of mourners refuse to give me a second chance.
A chance that I desperately need to show the real me.

For the living, why not learn from my regrets?

you still have the chance to leave  positive prints.

As for me its too late.




Joseph D.C Ahumibe.

Newbridge, County Kildare.

Republic Of Ireland.

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Echoes From the Liffey

ECHOES FROM THE LIFFEY.

I hear it loud and clear,
A clarion call for the Irish,
A call to awaken our inner strength and rediscover the true us,
Even the walls echo it.

Motherland beckons,
The lush green fields needs weeding,
The time for grazing is long overdue for our livestock,
Even Our thoughts needs nourishment.

What happened to the sweat and blood of our forefathers?
To build a home for prosterity,
An enclave with vast opportunities,
A home for all.

The flight started with trekkers of leisure,
Soon it became trekkers for pastures greener,
Leaving in its wake a near desolate land,
Where the old yearn for their successors.

No thanks to the men in suits,
Whose misadventures led us down this path.
An unwinding route of doom and gloom,
A nations nightmare.

Mother Ireland weeps,
Wishing for daybreak to be nigh,
To dry up the tracks of her tears,
And silence the echoes from the liffey.



J.D.C AHUMIBE.
NEWBRIDGE, COUNTY KILDARE.
REPUBLIC OF IRELAND.

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When Love Fades

WHEN LOVE  FADES…….
		
Like sunset after a golden sunrise.
A steady caress of darkness,
Enveloping every available light.
The squeezing of warmth from a bubbling soul.

Just as weeds appear at the break of dawn,
Products of seedlings of discord planted in the middle of the night.
Cracks don’t just appear overnight on an edifice,
The develop overtime due to neglect.

Whenever I look in the mirror I remember the folly of yesteryears.
Times when I thought I was invincible and love was a mere pastime.
Years when I thought love had nine lives.
Until I used it up in one swoop and wrote my emotional epitaph.

It starts with the sudden flight of laughter.
Little things magnified into mountains because of egos.
Rooms for reasoning replaced by daggers drawn.
Self  acclaimed warriors  on the  battlefield of folly and regrets .

I have been groping in the dark looking for something with even one life
Only a few have been given a second chance.
Treat love tenderly before it migrates to pastures greener.
Invest in what matters before it fades.

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Living In the Now

LIVING IN THE NOW.

Why wait for the unknown,
Tomorrow is still afar,
Seconds, minutes and hours in a heap of pile,
Floating by as you invest your time worrying.

Posses what you can this second,
Enjoy the little highs that life bring,
Dwell not in the lows of the moment,
The choice is yours to be happy.

Hold not tomorrow in high esteem,
It could offer you nothing but hopelessness.
Take delight in the now and search for the great things in it,
That’s all you have.

We are wired to strive for tomorrow,
Believing that tomorrow holds the answer to all our wishes,
Thus failing to see the beauty of now,
A now that is always there for our taking.

The chatter of little kids,
The rising and setting of the sun,
 Enjoy not just summer but Autumn, Spring and Mostly winter,
Seek for the good in everything that every second possess.

Let the now provide your daily bread,
Sow all the seeds of hope this second,
Harvest what you can from the fertile fields of now,
Tomorrow will take care of itself.

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To Heal a Heart

TO HEAL A HEART..
Little Cinderella, my princess.
The bravest dreamer of all time.
My shinning light in dark times such as now.
Wipe your tear and look into my eyes like before.
	
I know you miss your old friends,
I know you miss aunt Victoria your English teacher,
Mostly,you miss Crosby our neighbours dog.
It’s just for awhile dear, things will be better soon.

Dearest, we moved because we don’t have enough money for now.
Soon though everything will be ok.
You know I keep my promise.
Like when I took you to Disney and to see grandma back in Africa.

Meanwhile look in the corner,
Theres a basket that’s longing for your touch,
Go ahead and open it,
That’s CROSBY the second!!

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The Last Suicide

THE LAST SUICIDE.

It starts with a thought,
An overflow of negative push,
Beclouding our sense of right,
Tempting to replace  the love for life with a dark wish.

A route familiar to the weak and  the brave alike, 
A wilderness of despair,
A battlefield where night and day struggle,
A vineyard of thorns and anger.

It starts with an innermost dark desire,
An unending will to make a quick exit,
From a world that muddles our sense of existence,
To a place of perceived peace and quiet.

It also starts with a deeper thought,
The will to think a thoughtful thought,
The believe for a second shot at life,
The hunch to desire here than there.

What of our loved ones,
What of our friends,
What of the promises that we behold,
What of the seeds that tomorrow hold.

Afterall the rose and its thorn stay close,
Night always gives way to day,
Seasons last awhile only,
The troubles that life brings never stay forever.

Take hold of your thought,
Let in the sunlight when darkness closes the shutters,
Take pleasure in the dreams of tomorrow,
Seek a room with a better view on life.

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Split

SPLIT    (THE CONVERSTIONS WITHIN).

Damn! The voices are back again!
Urging me to do this and not that.
What a constant struggle on the battlefield of the mind 
An arena where even the mighty are slain.

Joe do it this way.
No Joseph the other way is better.
Do u know what Joe, just don’t do anything.
In fact Joseph,kill those thoughts. 
Damn! What do i do?

Thoughts, ideas, emotions,dreams,suggestions justling for space.
Go right and you are on a lonely road.
Go left and you  are in a crowded space where you can easily lose yourself. 
As the crossroad looms large in the horizon,
Will my thoughts be slain or crowned king?

Damn! Joseph Just go for it.

Joseph D. Chukwuma Ahumibe.