I was the boy Hairy, impatient, hopeful A grandson of a great farmer A veteran and a warrior Hewn out of strong wills Killing one
Month: Jan 2015
Goodnight Tale
When I say goodnight I meant I love you And sad I am, to let my eyes Close before you Though my consciousness gone My
Shooting Star
Have you sat on a desk Outside the cloudy dark Waiting for some shooting star On a journey to the east? The dark solemn
Natures cruelty by Emeka Ogbonnaya
In a forgotten land there was a forgotten bird who spanned the length of River Kyle longer than Nile. In a forgotten land there was
Musing: Lesson
This evening, watching the ants A good lesson came by Keep love in your heart And every challenge is conquered Oiroegbu Halls
She
She lay in my arms Quiet, whispering and thinking Listening to the tune Of the Pines outside I saw the pain, the grief The despair
Peace
Let the rains fall heavily Wash our green fields free of blood Let the snow cakes clog their boots and machines Let the airs blow
Remember me
Remember me, when old and frail I become When the tales I tell, leave my lips All emboldened in my cold heart And all I
A friend and family
I offer you my hand Take it, make it one of yours It is a piece of my heart, That I give you Keep it
An Elfy ear
Talk about my ears All the while I was an alien An item of friendly mockery Yes, the ears are special Made to hear not
Listen
Listen to the voices of your conscience To the voices hewn to the strings of your heart The drum player from across the forested hills
To Love
How beautiful it is to love Two hearts to become one To see from the same reason To dance under the tree On nights the
Though it came a Lil late
I wish I could chat you all one at a time. Thanks for coming by to read me. The joy of a writer is the
The Spider lair
Oh see the spider web Fine, gay and lonely Clean it is and well kept How clean mother spider seem! Quiet, harmless and welcoming A
The Poet-Painter
The painter is a poet The poet is a painter There comes a time When we shall paint the world With all beautiful hue Beautiful,
Despair not
Cry not pretty child There is no greater slavery Than self rejection and pity If the world had repainted The landscape unfavorably Do not yield,
::Little Woobly Weebly Froggie Dance::
Oh little wiggly woobly weebly Froggie Dancey on a longey quiet bluey lake ‘Wob wob’ it shrieked on a mild evenings air calling the Natures
A Tale of Fantasia
There’s a land far far away Somewhere any good traveller can reach A strong march thru fields of green and yellow wheat Which on it
Look into my eyes
Look into my eyes See how special you are Feel my heart jump with joy And that is cos you are here With me, and
The Stream, Kpere
Then I heard your drift, Flowing through the forest Washing men’s nakedness… When there was love When on the stream side I sit Trying to
Reincarnated
This piece does not make me a believer of mysticism. It is just a thought I had seeing the strings of events that played thru my life for the past year.
