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Sleep, dear Eyes

One evening
Of wild winds, Earths rumbling stomach
And delightful rains

A hot dish of fried stew
A long warm bath; the aftermath
Of a long journey

Streaks of lightnings
Through the glassed windows
Aptly, the neighboring Pines sing

A warm welcome
Of familiar smiles
Hopeful, radiant and inspiring

A clumsy, sleepy night
In warm hands; so light
A call to thee dear Eyes

Sleep thee peacefully, child
Sleep.

For Ogbonnaya Agu.
Rest in Peace friend.

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Poetry from the Skies

There was poetry up in the skies before we
learned to write
Awesome rhythms rendered as a strong
winds might
Surely we aint aware of this lyrics penned
down by the clouds
As such when it sings the green vegetations
all bows
There was poetry long before we learned to
walk or hear
Drums that tender softly beats that is far but
near
A brief gaiety that sounds across the heavens
Heard passionately even when it stills at
nights
There is poetry down this little African hill
Maybe it was the hyenas laugh sounding
near the mill
What is there, that there is no poetry in?
A flying stone sings heartily till it lands in a
swing
The infant here draws lines in his Arcadian
mind
If you cant find poems around you listen to
the sky!

Study Questions.
Discuss the diction and figures of speech.

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The Fisherman by Robin Bliss

He sits on the dock
Peering intently into the water
Hunched over
Rod in hand
Line through fingers
Waiting
A study in concentration
The waves are lapping
The sky is blue
Sun is shining
The white sand
Yet
He sees not the beauty
He stares into the water
Seagulls fly around
Fighting noisily
Over food
He does not hear them
Concentrating
Gazing into the water
Waiting,waiting,waiting
Alone
A solitary figure
He sits
Hoping,hoping,hoping
People walk past
He does not see
A child trips
Grazing knee
Then cries
Mother comforts
He does not hear
He is deaf and blind
To all around
Looking and waiting
Concentrating intensely
Gazing at the ripples
Craving for a bite
A nibble,a fish
So patiently,he waits
Tackle by his side
Everything ready
Nothing disturbs him
As he stares into the sea
Longing,yearning
Will he ever get a bite?

By Robin Bliss,
Australia
8/8/14

Notes: I have taken attention to this poem. Not because it was written on my date of birth but because of the free flow of ideas from a line to another. The poem is captivating.

Study Questions.
1. Can you describe the poetic features of the poem?

2. What figures of speech abound here?

3. What do you think is the theme?

About the Poet.
Robin Bliss is a poet of Australian decent. A humbled gentleman and a lover of nature. This is portrayed in his works. His favorite hobby include photographing.

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The Lone Wolf

Slowly tis moon surge-by
Two shades join in harmony
As the door sides creak
Allowin’ the cold airs
To filter in calmly
Blind winds blow boldly
Dogs bark and whine
And the pines call
Fear knows not himself
Yet a dark cloak
Sweeps fast across the lane
Creepy and with leaps
Takes cover behind the shrubs
Blood-shot eyes of fury
Lips of dried amber drops
Teeth filed straight like the Sabre
Ears dropped to navigate
And the fur; painted half dark
Gross nose and a hot fume

When the dogs bark;
There is somethin’ out there
Somethin’ is walkin’
Takin’ a lonely stroll
Castin’ a scary shadow
Across those empty roads

Commentary: I grew up with this feeling that ‘something’ always walked the roads in the dead of the nights. This in fact, is not a fallacy. The diction is clear, it needs little or no explanation.

Study Questions:
1. What is the theme of the poem?

2. Can you explain the poets mood?

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Some Tales of The WildWoods

Once upon a Time
It was winter
And a night of bitter cold
The snow lay thick upon the ground
And upon the branches of the trees
Two Woodcutters made their way home
And when they came to the Mountain
She was hanging motionless in the air
For the Ice King had kissed her
So cold was it that evening
That the animals and birds
Knew not what to make of it
‘Ugh!’ snarled the Wolf
As he limped through the brushwood
With his tail between his legs
‘This is perfectly monstrous weather!
Why doesn’t the Government look to it?’
‘Weet, weet, weet! Twittered the crickets
‘The old Earth is dead
And she is laid out in her white shroud’
‘The Earth is going to be married
And this is her bridal dress’
The Turtle doves whispered
Their little pink feet were quite frost bitten
But they felt it was their duty
To say something romantic about the
situation
‘Nonsense’ the Wolf growled
‘I tell you it is all the fault
Of the Government
And if you don’t believe me
I shall eat you’
The wolf had a thoroughly practical mind
‘Well for my own part’
Said the philosophical Woodpecker
I don’t care an atomic theory for explanations
If a thing is so, it is so
And at present it is terribly cold’

Notes: The poem is self explanatory. Some weather conditions can be extreme.

Study Questions:
1. Comment on the Figures of Speech used here.

2. Do you think that the Wolfs comments were made out of ignorance and selfishness?

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Poetry

Now poetry was passed down
Long ago; thru a cloudy band
And the lightened grey galaxies
A mix of matter of time and climes
And down it came
To the swooshing trees
And the singing waterfalls
Passing thru some medium
On a trading South wind venture
Via the wildest rides of Nature
Thru rivulets of patched roads
Greeting a hound of seekers
Lord; this light of Thine
I pray, let it shine
This little share of poetry in me
Sings with music even in a lullaby

Study Question: What do you make of this ‘creation story’ of poetry ?