Rhymes Poem by Ekwueme Kelechi

Give me those sweet rhymes
That makes glad my heart
Give me those rhymes
That makes me bright in the night

Those rhymes that cause my soul to sit
Even when in the pit
You know them father
Sing them to me to make waste any stopper

Rhymes that stood by Africans of ancestral Savannah
The ones victims of Americanah
Some died on the anthills of Savannah
Featured by the ancient mariner

Where are the rhymes?
Who can give me the rhymes?
My shattered heart yearns tenaciously
To be filled totally

Only the rhymes can rust the cascading river of tears
Flowing interminably like the liquor that resides in beers
The ancient words that jeer my fears
Peering when a leer seeks to block my ears

Upendi! Mother sing me another rhyme
The rhyme that makes one two
The rhyme of one plus one is one
The rhyme of love

What really is rhyme?
Rhyme is what you think it is

(c) EKWUEME KC