All my life

All I’ve ever done

Was for everyone

But me


All my life

I’ve given pieces

And signed leases

On my heart


All my life

I’ve never had reasons

For too many past seasons

Spent so alone


All my life

I’ve wanted to break the mold

And I was always told

No you can’t


Well here I go

Because you came to me

Touched my hand

And set me free



Written on

February 1, 2009

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one again was written to Eli.

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Coming Round


Wandering for too long

I just want to rest

Sleep away the pain

Get back to my best


I loved myself

And I want to again

Never knowing why

I became somebody I never shoulda been


I want to be me

And I want to be free

To be who I am

 And let the world see…me



Written on

October 10, 2005

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this in an attempt to become myself again. I never realized that I wouldnt become that person for another five years.

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that little girl inside

I say to that little girl inside

there's no longer any need to hide

these fears you have are not the truth

trust me friend time to let loose


I love you dear with all my heart 

come closer now and hear this part

you're free to be yourself you know

open your heart and let it show


share with others what you learn

help them see what they can't discern

guide them as they learn to fight

show them how to find the light


have some fun along the way

spread your wings and trust your play

power from your greatest source

the heart of child spreads joy of coarse


I say to you little girl I cried

in me I swear you can confide

I will not push you back inside

instead I vow I will provide


the safest place where you'll reside

we'll take everything in stride

and you and me will set aside

our hate our blame our shame our pride


all the pain will soon subside

as you and me become allied

our hearts will become bona fide

as our love is re-applied


to everything we do or say

we'll try not to go astray

but if we do we will not punish

we'll forgive and then astonish


all those who did not believe

all those who still misconceive

and all of those who preconceive

or better yet tried to deceive


they will see that we are free

but there really is no guarantee

that any of them will concede

that they were wrong or couldn't see


truth be known is not well taken

don't want for you to be mistaken

we always fear we'll be forsaken

but truth will help us reawaken


I say to you little girl inside

it's time now for me to step aside

and let you finally decide

to come out from this place you hide








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Set Free The Voices


Do you hear the voices singing?
The poppies growing?
The lost are calling,
For freedom.

Set us free.
Let us glide on the whistling wind,
Let us fly with the strong-willed lark,
Let us dance with the clouds
That soar so high,
Let us wonder,
Let us lie.

Do you hear the voices calling?
Lost in the soft-blowing wind,
A river of air,
Catching us,
Lifting us,
Set us free.

Let the song's words come,
Let it flow through your soul,
Let it swell in your heart,
Lift up your mind.
Sing the song of the free.

Set free the voices
That dance and sing,
Set free the voices
That lash and sting,
Set free the voices,
The voices...
Set us free.

Let the sky fall
And the rivers soar.
Let the ground lift,
Behold the galore.
Set us free.
Set us free,
As we have set you free,
As we have fought,
As we have died,
Set us free.

We are the voices of the lost,
The ones who soar,
Who've heard the gunshots
And seen the death-cries.
The ones you remember,
Nameless, though we are.

Set us free.
Let us breath the air of a cold, crisp night,
Let us feel the warmth of the sun once again,
Let us say goodbye,
A last farewell,
Let us glide,
Let the world be well,
Let the war have been fought,
Let it not be fought now,
Let the drums be silent
And the screams be soothed,
Let the pain ebb away
Forever more.

Set us free.
As your sharp glare softens,
As you watch us glide the wind,
As you wonder in amazement,
As a tear drips down,
Let us be free.

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this for Remembrance Day. Hope you like it.

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Poem of Rebirth

I was born
and I've lived a while.
I thought I
knew who I was

I left the house
to get a higher education
I found a place"I could let go, be me.

I know they don't
I be who I feel like,
who I really want to be

I've come now into my own
with the amazing friends
I love how free I feel spending time with them.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 4/19/09.  April Challenge Day 20: poem of rebirth.

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Old Poems

People who are brave
Willing to fight for their country
Ignoring the dangers in their path
Swords clanging; bullets flying
The sounds of war are there
yet not.
Real patriots never get credit.
All of the men that died fighting
gave their lives so that the living so-called
"patriots" can go home and tell their tale
of how they were almost killed and
the "dead patriots" are forgotten

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this years about before 9/11. It was actually for a project I had to do in high school.

Any comments, good or bad, are welcome. Please leave a comment and let me know if you liked it, how it made you feel or what you didn't like about it. Thanks for taking the time to read my work. :)

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Ugonna Wachuku 


On lush, green mountain slopes

and humane islands, this river

begins its hopeful journey to

oceans for life; on our

enchanting earth

home, unbound. 


Bright breathtaking landscapes
and welcoming country-sides glow 

with life from earth's oceans.

You are there all the worthy way:


There is beauty and inspiration.
There are moonlight stories in
hearty village squares made
lively by the smile you hold
within your beautiful being.


The river is there - still moving
on its earthly journey through
landscapes of home and inspiration.
In your emerald eyes, windows of
heavenly hope open for new life:


Life: And your name is born anew
for humanity and for bald eagle
me. Your river unfolds a humane
rainbow's rain. You are just
smilingly there with all upliftment
like glorious songs from angels
of our Heavenly Father's abode.


New dawn awaits humanity and my
eagle soul in your cherished care -:
This new dawn when your soothing
voice will welcome us to the
homely square in the handsome
heart of Ethiopian villages.


Life. And it is your name.
Life. And it is the hope and
patience that lifts this eagle
to blessingly soar through
towering mountains and stormy
skies on our earthly pathways
and river roads reclaimed for
you, all humankind, earth's
nature and living creatures.


Life. And you are there,
touchingly, with that
unwavering inspiration
your smile brings.
Life. And you calmly
welcome this eagle to
your humble, little
corner on the sprawling
hall of this global home
for humanity and peace.
Life. And the eagle in me
lands - just to see, uphold,
cherish and be made persevering
to soar this new day and always.


Life. And you are there - on
lush, green mountain slopes
where the river's journey
begins. Life. And you are
cutely there to welcome
the eagle's flight home in
all of your radiant, fertile


Life and you are inspiringly
there for the abundant good of
all humanity and eager eagle me.


Life and you are bountifully
there on lush, green mountain
slopes of heavenly home where
this rainbow river
begins its journey
to oceans for 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hiwot Taffese from Ethiopia inspired me to write this poem. Her name: Hiwot means Life!

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Remembering the Union's Faith Foundation   

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Homage to Geneva [Book Collection]

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Homage to Geneva




Spirit of Geneva


English Garden


River Walk


Alpine Garden


Take My Love


The Author 




To every Genevese

and to every other

human being who,

in oneness, symbolize

that Genevan spirit

of tolerance, peace,

humanitarianism and

brotherhood of all






"Man is born free;

and everywhere he

is in chains."

~ Jean Jacques Rousseau


"The desire to be as

civil as possible is

a deep motive for the

contemplative life."

~M. Scott Peck


In Geneva today, the human creative spirit is

not in chains. One is invited to let one's creative

essence run calmly wild for the peaceful good of all



In contemplation therefore, Geneva will never cease

to awe and inspire  my deepest poetic emotion. For

me, Geneva is not just a small, global city and state.

Geneva is an emerald beauty of huge, natural, creative

inspiration so unexplainable.


In paying this homage to Geneva, it is my kind wish to

invoke the most subtle feeling in every human heart -

so that we can begin to see Geneva anew based on her

ancestral heritage in the reformation and humanitarianism.


And also in the moving spirit of her hard-won independence

clothed in that strengthening solidarity of the human spirit.

In Geneva's great name, let us continue to live with that

cherished spirit of peace warmed in the sky-blue garments

of love and solidified in the flame of human adversity

and soulful yearning for survival through this journey

called life.


At the very dawn of the new millennium, let us embrace

one another with that sweet fragrance of humane care

and healing oneness.


In Geneva's meadow gardens and green country-sides

of inspiration and peace, :- from Hermance to Dardagny;

from Veyrier to Versoix, to Plan-les-Ouates - where 

inspiring Patek Philippe have been humanely creating

worthy watches for humankind since 1839, let us, indeed,

affirm our love for one another despite our skin colour,

religious creed, social status, level of education or ethnic


By doing so, we will surely build an enchanting world of

peace and humaneness where everyone will sit with joy

and fulfilment under his or her own Alpine tree

or palm tree.


Subsequently, let me specially call on all women and

men of inspiration and goodwill to join me in paying

this heart-felt homage to Geneva - with additional

inspiration and encouragement from abiding friends

such as Franck Muller: Master of Complications! 


Let my creative tribute to this humanely great Canton of

the Swiss, Confederation Helvetia, which I have come to

christen: Poetic Geneva, outlive the monuments of time

and stone. Let us cherish this humble homage to Geneva

now and forever!


Ugonna Wachuku

Wednesday 20 May, 1998

Geneva, Switzerland






There is a spirit so strong

and beautiful on this land

called Geneva where the

rivers Rhone and Arve

calmly flow.


On a summer boatride down

the Rhone town and country,

one's joy is aroused by the

enchanting nature of Geneva's

bloom and glow.


Geneva is a beautiful land

beckoning to love and to

embrace with a maidens's



The people of Geneva are

beautiful too. It is the

people's strong spirit

that sustains the land in

beauty an peaceful



This strong spirit came

on firmly during that

dark night of December

11, 1602, when it seemed

the stars of hope and

light had fled from

Geneva's sky.


When it seemed the people

of Geneva will smile no

more in the land's beauty.

With Charles-Emmanuel -

Duke of Savoy on the brink

of conquering Geneva by

suprise, the land's peaceful

soul was shaken.


From the city walls at

Plainpalais to the

clinging bells of Saint

Peter's Cathedral, the

Genevese raised their

loving lanterns in



Jacques Mrcier's first

shot of warning can

still be heard today,

raising that strong

spirit for the land's

fragrant, uplifting



Even Francois Bousezel

who gave his life to

keep Geneva's peaceful

independence and beauty

will still be remembered

till the end of time.


In a spirit of oneness

and love, Geneva fought

to bring glorious light

and freedom during that

night of terror.


Through the years, that

sweet aroma of Mere

Royaume's pot of saving

soup can still be breathed

in soothing defence of

Geneva's independence.


Lady Piaget's keys

unlocked the darling

door to freedom and

joyful victory.


Geneva won her freedom,

her peaceful independence

when Isaac Mercier dropped

the Portcullis at the

blown-up gate of Porte



The stars smiled.

Heaven heathered.


The dark grey sky

bloomed into dewy

dawn on that glorious

sunday morning when

Theodore de Beze and

Simone Goulart led

Geneva in worship

and praise to God

Almighty who made

all things peaceful

and beautifully



Remember, there is

a strong spirit so

splendid and uplifting

on this land of heaven's

earth called Geneva where

the rivers Rhone and Arve

freshly flow with gladness.


There is a spirit so

strong and beautifully

inspiring on this

Genevese land called

Saint Gervais where

eighteen men lie

while the freedom

and peaceful


they won live

for you and

for me till

the end of



....... From my book: Homage to Geneva ....... 

(c) Ugonna Wachuku: May 1998 

Geneva: Switzerland 


Homage to Geneva 

~ Critiques/Comments ~ 


Serene Moment

  A very nice tribute to Geneva.  I've learned a lot on an historical perspective.  Great work. ^_^  


Helen Schmidt



What a wonderful homage to a beautiful city. My husband and I have visited Geneva and found it to be a lovely, ethereal place whose citizens are friendly and welcoming.  I enjoyed the historical citations in your "Homage to Geneva."  A beautiful piece! 


Best regards, 



2002-02-22 12:03:50 

Farah D

I was in Geneva last month and I can totally relate to the sentiments that you have expressed so beautifully here..Ugonna. Its a most wonderful and humane city...and you have brought that aspect of the city so well in your poem. Its as if Geneva is speaking to you and through the words of Geneva you speak to us. One of my most memorable memories of Geneva is from the air as the plane swoops in to land ..with the calmness of the lake beckoning you to come down quickly. I will surely be back again in Geneva soon and I will surely be back before that to read your wonderful words. Thank you Ugonna.


2002-04-14 13:53:42