Beautiful are your smiles The curves on your mouth are alluring They pout as you stare at me Your eyes say a lot to a thoughtful me Beautiful are your eyes The straight lines of your face are pretty The thought of you are good dreams, You are my inspiration!
1. There are hidden crickets singing carefree-ly Whenever I find myself in my quiet time A moment just before I set into a reverie, A moment I recall all I like to see in my dream Dreams come true if you keep it at heart; What joy one will have to climb the Kilimanjaro Or […]
::The Stars:: We wait under the old mango tree Counting the glittering stars And lying on the sandy soil To get a better glimpse of the skies The Wind is our guest, She mocks the rendezvous She whispers the tunes of Nature And drag tree leaves with it An evening of quietness A moment to […]
Dear diary, Night falls now… The city is quiet Save from toads Out in the field And wild crickets Hiding on the walls The distinct noises Of a quarelling couple Disturb my thoughts Down on this bed, I count the days work There were strange clouds Up the clouds today There were tales in my […]
When the sun fails to wake, The day grows so cold and gloomy The Dew cast her spell on the day From the hilltops, vales and lakes To the countryside which is woody, And the ponds where the ducks lay There is no ‘life’ in the sad day By the riverside, the wind blast Throwing […]
Nneoma, nwayi oma m ji eme onu Obidiya, Anam ede akwukwo a N’ihi gi, n’ihi ihunanya gi Iru gi di ka mmiri no n’iyi Ochi gi na-eme m obi uto Enweghi ihe m ga eji tunyere ya Lee kwa mgbe akwa n’egbum I kpom si “Bia, kam bie gi oma Tinye aka gi n’akam Biko […]
Colors are very beautiful They tell a lot about all; And a little about this and that The ocean, the sun The mice that live across The busy street roads Or the golden corn field And the wild, the deserts And the ice of Antarctica Colors describe our feelings Red with rage The royal purple… […]
Aye, he stayed in the vast wild lands alone, With only the bleating of sheep as his song And smell of grass and dung as his perfumes The singing of birds play him sweet hymns And his friends and companions are mother Natures abundance Under the trees, he sits to play a song for his […]
Your words are sweet like honeycombs Freshly taken from the bark of the trees And melting in my lips, like butter on fire Like the graceful wild deer you walk And the soft sound of your foot walk Beats strongly, the drums of my heart The swift surge of the evening air Compares not to […]
This morning brought me some fresh rain From my window I see the rains drop around The fresh smell of the clayey soil come Mixed with the scent of boiling corn Blue clouds sift across the skyline As the Doves come down to dine Always; brown and greens all about Grasses of the south start […]
