THE NIGHT The night is full of fresh air One which come with the wind Talking of the Wind, she is irresistable Sweetly, comely to
Month: Aug 2016
Cold Rain in Uyo
There was a rush of rainfall on the window side Accompanied by a burst of cold wind Which ate deep into the flesh of careless
A muse: Love
Days pass to weeks weeks to months Roses grow to shrubs from greens to oranges The dawn to dusk path of life is made so;
The Glass Wall, and a commentary on friendship
The angered throw stones at the glass wall He shouts and curses, He yells and he faints But the glass wall sits and watches… Rain
Paper Poetry
Shake off the fatigue The world waits to meet you The world waits to celebrate you Look beyond the dark skies Look beyond your heights
African Inspiration
I see inspiration. In our conversation, In the mornings we talk My pen grow fruitful Your memories take me places, to the peaks of African
A Dying World
Dear Diary there is too much pain in the world I do not believe everyone is evil, no In the midst of the crowd, there
Lullaby: African Good Night
Have you ever been on the pathway to sleep And all you could see was circles spiralling twisting and falling like mild paintings on the
Darkness falls
Darkness falls… The cries of night wolves and wild dogs Rent the airs far away deep in the forest The wind grew milder, the moon
Poetale: Drought Land, songs of Reality
There was a land, somewhere in Africa Where the rain won’t come for a long time The people are lean from walking distances In search
A little Faith
Who is it that overcomes the world? Only the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God …1st John 5.5 Here comes lines
Okechukwu’s Haiku
The night came and went, but we are awake to Gods call Though the night brought darkness and bricks of wall To everyone, men and
Fallacy of love
Dear Diary… When two hands merge, they stick together Lending, caring, hoping and loving The stream of cord bonding both Strictly fight for their loves
The Wind
There was heavy wind, swooshing about Just behind the hut where the pots lay Now it surged. Paused, Sudden… Play The wooden doors creak restlessly
The Village chief
There was a chief in the wild plains, A warrior and a leader of the clan He fought in the war of the White men
Clouds; Rain and Sunshine
Have you thought of the Cloud, Of her dilemma with the Sun and Rain? Why the rain fall heavily or faintly Why it is gloomy
Lullaby: A tale of the cold night
Once upon a time… It was a night of bitter cold And snowy storms gathered, The weight of snow lay thick Upon tree leaves and
The Shepherds Tale
The day ends with a big stress for David But to him, this was not any challenge As he walked thru the hamlet, near an
Love note
This is for you my dearest… There are twists and turns on the way Hills and valleys Darkness and light, But love, true love surpasses
Lions and Lionesses
Lions could be cute and cuddly, But only without their teeth and claws! They prowl the thick vegetations of Africa And plains of South Asia…
When the rains go
The ponds will go dry As the rains slowly go, And the clouds very shy For she will have none to woo When the rains
The Palm Tree
I wonder why it is called a tree Yet she is dressed like a masquerade With thorny arms raised to deliver a blow And fins
Bulie Dikem: Abu Ekele nke sitere n’aka Oke’ Iroegbu
Bulie dikem! Eze ndi eze niile Chukwu nnam Aka m di n’elu, Chi oma m Onye ike niile di n’aka Unu kporo ya isi n’ala
Gods Love Endures: A Happy Birthday to me
”…Goodness and mercy shall follow me, all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the House of the Lord for ever and
Nursery Rhyme: The Bamboo by Oke’ Iroegbu
Bamboo, Oh Bamboo Take a look at you! You are very tall and mild With stems, severely strong And leaves straight and long Bamboo, Oh
…To memories
Now I smile back to my paper smileys Re-living my hopeful memories Life sometimes may seem confusing, But you just have to smile and live
Nene: African woman
1. The braids on your hair Is typical of the African woman Black and totally natural. Nicely fit Pulling back your cheek bones Into the
At the countryside
The scent of travelling delights me To lands I have been or haven’t seen But it is more desiring to go somewhere, Quiet, natural and
Owerri
How I missed you beautiful city The city that made me a man! Oh, how lovely it is to walk your streets Like Robin back
August night
I shall sing like the nightingale for you Throwing flowers before your feet And make for you a fine cuddly seat Tonight I will stand
