Yoga is a poetry of movements,
adding beauty, strength and energy to your body, mind and soul.
12/2/2019

My poetry is my soul,
I sleep and dream
with a pen and paper,
I eat and drink
every word that comes to mind.
I don't care if my poems are read,
and liked or not.
My poems give me wings to fly,
Bring colours to my life,
Make me dance on rainy days.
What liberty!
My poems  give me.
27/1/2019

Beautiful night,
vivid with magical
clear full moon
hanging in the
dark night up
in the sky.
It brings thoughts
of restlessness
as if you
want to explore
the galaxy
all by yourself.
Beautiful as it may,
calm and quiet
with sounds of
the deep silence
of the earth
talking to your soul.
The heart is
so at ease
and peaceful.
All around you
are not going
to be the same
as time alone
with nature nurtures
and engulf your
being with the
power of love.
With your soul
you feel the light,
even when your
eyes only
see darkness.
The soul opens
up like the
rose flower that
unfolds itself as
it blooms and
blossom to share
it's fragrance
to cheer the
brokenness of the heart.
Washed by its
purity and adorned
by its pureness
the heart is
renewed and regenerated
with bliss.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Dream is a reality
Which ceased to exist.
A passer-by watches it
As it passed by silently..

So strange
This world
So strange
Sometimes

Life depicted
So happy
In items
Advertised

So busy
Looking out
Ads bleached
With subliminal
Messages
Magnified
To no end
Sometimes
It's easy to
Forget
To look
Within.

I get it now
What's really
Going on.
I've decided
The system
We live in is
A computer system
We exist within
A network of
Branches
Far reaching
Our framework
And skeleton a
Matrix within
The system
Our inner
Veins the wires
The blood
Pumping within
The system
We live in