The goodness of the Earth Lives only on the airs The primates up the swooshing trees Know it, they love it The goodness in man,
Month: Nov 2014
The baby in you
There’s much to a baby Not just the red crying face Nor the heart warming smiles And the little grasping fingers The innocence, the looks
Leaving home
I stand afar, With tearful eyes I think I saw you waving Up, up the grassy path Leading to the hills, you stood Perhaps smiling
Oh Africa
Oh Africa my love The land of many tongues Beautiful and blessed The land of the Ashanti, the Twi The sweet songs of the Zulu
The Lion sleeps
The nights are strange No growls, no grunting The nights are cold Not for the icy wind But for noisy beasts That prowl the night
Tears of Children
The tears we shed, Now I have no more tears The world watch all die And really nobody cares The world is torn apart The
Musing: I was scared
Oh I was scared, All the time I got into trouble And a memory of dads slap And all ministering birds taking flight! I was
Lullaby: Light rains
Tonight it showers outside Dark clouds all over the skies And a very strong wind Forcing itself thru the windows Pushing the cotton curtains away
The Rising sun
The sun rises! Giving her warmth To all, rich and poor Throwing her light On the trees That shade little fauns The gloom is gone
Musing: To Thee Fairest
I shall listen to you Though you distract me The mirror is your pal And she like seeing your face When the days sleep And
The Legend of Wawadomea: The Blue Horizon
The sunset drew a picture Which had lived with me For all my younger life A strange uproar heartfelt It was aye, very strange That
A Dust of Locust
Okechukwu Iroegbu A dark patch I saw from afar On a day the doors where left ajar A falling mist upon earth Greysome; a sight
Love
Tomorrow looks faint At times we wonder What will happen next? What if the stars fall? Nature looks on, letting the rain Wash the greases
The Squirrels
A walk thru the tree forest A green serene park With trees hanging about Welcoming all, with the soft wind Playing the violin, Which hung
The Wind
There’s coldness everywhere Up the forested hills, the wind surge Throwing up fallen tree leaves In a self heart gladdening sweep Down the hill, the
A tale of the lakeside 2
Once upon a quiet lakeside Where blue skies stay And very thick fog dwells With tall Figs hiding in them Hanging like towers There’s a
Heart broken
How times fly past How love fall apart And all life goes on Left alone on the sun Dancing the steps we use to Looking
Africa
Oh Africa! The land of warriors Of Shaka the Zulu Land of great trees and waterfalls The Victoria and the Chad the Baobab and the
Some Tales of the Wildwoods 2
There’s a land behind those hills Covered in the forest A green foliage; brushes and roots All the time the Clouds are blue And the
Poetale: Storm
It was evening In a little hamlet The skies were dark With all frowning grey clouds Gathering together for a talk But always when they
Nigeria
In the morning, the sun rises Above the horizons and cliffs And on the smiling faces on the farms The hope rises with the sun
Musing: Loves Poetry
Many days loneliness Kept me from the world Sometimes I feel out casted From the grip of the world From this cruel, crooked world Nothing
Lullaby
I will write a poem for you tonight Close your eyes and let your head rest Lay close to me and listen to my tale
A Tale of the Lakeside
Once upon a quiet lakeside Where blue skies stay And very thick fog dwells With tall Figs hiding in them Hanging like towers There’s a
Poetale: Story of Faith
Once upon a time In a land separated By a peaked hill With clouds gathering On its highest tops The other side of the hill
Viva Africa!
Africa –my pride The land of husker corn Barley adorn your lengths And date palms embellish you The coasts in your waters Glitter with mother
Dew
Early in the morning The sun stays home Taking care of her kids Letting the Heavenly dew rest There’s moist on vegetations; There’s moist on
Poetale: The Tortoise and The Dove
Before I tell this poetale let me describe the nature of the Tortoises character in African cultures. The tortoise is a reptile that lives on
The Dance
The tree shields many things It shields the squirrels It shields the birds And all that loves to see us dance It shields you It
Falling Leaves
There are leaves falling From the skies top Swinging about in a dance Rowing silently up and down When the orange sun sets And the
