The clouds are dark blue
The skies painted with many hue
The wind sifts about the way
Pushing the turbans away
The heights of the mountains
Lay quiet, near the Lions den
The clouds hung motionless
Awaiting the Judges case
A hopeful evening
Turned to one, windy
And here the storm just began
Making all cold, the child, the man
And every one who lived in the clan
Now we sit around grinning
The day has fast gone by
We had spent the sweat
The Sun has taken her toil
But now we are here
Glancing at the moonlight
Wishing good dreams to the skies
Watching the stars glitter
From firmaments far away
But then, the hope of the day
The hope and courage for another day
We seek to muster this night
Who had seen Zeus and his might?
Who had heard the uproar up the hills?
Who had seen the long strides of the king?
He races with the thunder
He rides the great South winds
And surfs the volcanoes lava
He swam the oceans in a second
He moves the wheels that holds the map
He roars with mighty thunderclaps
The horses follow his lead
Through the thick woodlands
The doves sings of his strength
As he pulls the nights veil away
He wields the lightning and the thunder
His enemies he tears asunder!
The Cold that blows in the day
The heat of the Golden Sun
All he puts firmly away
Making the days of men long
Thus the cornfields ripen very fast
And the birds watch admiringly up the mast
Even to all men he gave freely
Watching the talents bestowed on they
He treats the just and compassionate mildly
The Apples he gives to children by May
The Shellfish circle down the depths
And the Eagles supervise her nest
Have you seen this great god-king
Who keeps no brother, sister or twin?
There was a land far, far away
Told to have been located by the bay
The day wake with good tidings and bird twittering
The wings of the Falcon flap above the hidden squirrels
The skies clear with print of dark blue
One of grace and light bright hue
The trees tall as the mountain tops
With leaves, succulent and fresh
The airs are full of misty perfumes
With elves hovering in the quietness
And hogs munching away at the young trees
The fairies guide the Crystal stones
The ancient gems so strongly kept
A young deer marched about
Confused on the smell calmly simmering about the air
The Southern wind full of elements
Made to keep the woodlands, villain and the fair…
to be continued
When feeble men falter during the day
Sprawling about the long quiet way
Heaven sends down her wetness
Upon the earths dry crust
Adorning the many vegetations
And blessing mens lives and opinions
Writing this piece just few hours to my birthday.
In the Book of Genesis, it was accounted that God who has all Supremacy, Creativity, Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding made men in His image, then by default we are mini versions of Him. This means that we have all the tools and know-how to do something spectacular. The Lord matched His words with actions. So we shouldnt just dream, we should do something to achieve or work towards the dream, no matter how insignificant the effort may seem. If my father is a Creator then I should be a creator of something or yet a mechanic fixing the events and mechanisms gone bad, no matter how small it comes to me. So what are we waiting for, let”s use our brains. Confront your problems, do not run from them. If you run, they would always come back, but if you solve them then that would be once and for all! Those little ideas you got and think them unnecessary and might not fit in in these modern times might be the saving tool, idea, event, plan, machine, invention the world had been waiting fOr. Dont settle for mediocrity, start now. Not having proper education is not enough reason, not speaking good English, French or Arabic not a fine reason too, not tall, short, dark, yellow, Christian, Muslim, Igbo or Hebrew is not enough reason. Be a thinker, dream like Joseph and the world would come bow at your feet! Do something please, the world waits patiently for you.
Okechukwu Iroegbu
Have you seen the sun set over the dark clouds
Behind the lonely traveller marching up the hilly mounds?
The evening sets in, covering all the light living on Earth
It was about time for, moon-lit tales and screeching crickets
The wind surge, we are left to feel it
The birds fly away, as the sun set
The clouds are dark, beckoning to a storm
And the people haste about bringing all the drums
The hopes live on, the days gone past,
I sit musing, letting reason come over wit
Like Ali Baba calling out to his forty men
The love I have for you I feel deep within
