Listen… The wind is surging by Over the treetops on a hill A call… The whisper in ones dream After a daring days work Hören…
Month: Sep 2014
By the Lakeside
Laying by the lakeside On a mild and quiet evening With the Tulips and Pansies waving In sweet union with the Airs And the kisses
Blood and Flags
Remember… These words that fall from me My knees are bent in prayers Tearful, shaking lips and nostrils Caution has let hope breed in me
My Sun
Let’s pull the curtains to a side And see the rays of the Golden Sun Sieve in to greet from the wild A strong flight
A Night with a Cricket
I laid my bones to rest A quiet night, dark and solemn A wild thought swept thru me But I was to be awake Cos
Beautiful Dreams
Night has finally come Time to count the stars To smile on our spare shoulders This airy night A bed dressed of roses A spark
A Tale of the Wild Seas 1: Greece
Twenty and some months I laid on this white Sands of timeless times; a work of the tireless Tide A replica of the burnt downtrodden
Snowy Xmas
The snow falls silently Another leaf falls All is white And all is white! The icy wind blows lazily Squirrels huddle together Outside it’s all
Dawn
Wed, 2 May, 2012 Destiny is a flower A hope unseen Weldin’ up in strength Nev’r to return to its bud. It’s a snail train
Was I Part of This?
A dark night had come Cold dry winds; brave, calm Hard thought of the day As I lay my sense to stray My soul has
A night rain
Oh it rains again The clouds stomach rumbles This quiet evening of soft breezes Strong bashing up the pan At least the pan has found
Let Them Hear
Let them hear… From the hills of Isuikwuato My sleepy hilly land From my new’est bride Uyo To the ancient muds of Enugu From Makurdi’s
A lonely Dream
There’s a star Out’here Lookin’ lonely and hapless It looked even more prettier alone I saw it from the bed When I pushed the curtain
The Legend of Wawadomea: Cannibals of the East
Far out the lonely seas of the Indies Our maiden vessel sailed Hitting the strongest winds Surfing the wild oceans And at all times; bumping
Childhood Harmattan
I wonder why I miss the harmattan Why it is yet to come Why it stays in his cloak Shy and letting the rain bully
Breaking the Kola
God our tryst maker Our lover and He who knows all Chineke m, ke bi nigwe! Maker of the Universe He whom fetches water with
A Haiku of Love
When there was love I saw the clouds Clear as the sweet spring Leaping in joyful haste
Anne Frank
See how the blue skies smile Watch the Sun fall beneath the cliff Greet Le Chambon when you pass by Thank all for their humanity,
