Musing: my Poetry

Strange if we may ask
Have you ever fallen in love,
To see the beauty in what you do?
The light in my heart
Comes from painting poetry
The Lord had given me this
And I shall not let go

Oh poetry my dearest
My very heart throb
The smiles you bring to me,
I am yet to understand
The moments I raise thee dear pen
And the free flow of desire
Scribbled down everywhere, barks, sands
The joys that fill this heart
The hope, the grace that comes
The ecstasy of poetry itself
Rushing in haste down to my fingertips
To a sacred place, my home
A niche, a sanctuary, my citadel,
Home of my raging musings
Blessed it is to know poetry!
The palm oil with which
We eat our smoked yams
The love of my heart
A Divine gift given to me,
And I here tonight
Peering hopefully up the clouds
Besides a sea of people
Dancing about a hot bonfire
Wishing for a shooing star
To send my greetings up
To Thee maker of man and poetry
I thank Thee Lord again
For making me part of this
And for the poetry which stays in me

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at

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