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Muse: Setting Sun

I wonder why you hide behind the hills and clouds

Shying away from the approaching airy evening

Birds fly in echelon, calling a farewell as they went

Trees reflection on the waters hung like a rag on the rail

As frogs resumed their croaky songs

Hundreds of bass voices singing, in harmony

The cream colored clouds melt before the retreating day

As queer images are drawn across the skies,

At the distance the shepherd calls to his sheep

For the solemn day and his entourage has packed up their caravan

And soon the clouds will bury them all in her warm embrace

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Loudest roar

You told me to go ahead and roar

But I must be careful where I roar

Though I am a Lion, I must be careful

The valley’s waters run to meet the hills

Her streams feeding the long distance

Of great wilderness,

Twigs dried on the wet atmosphere

Spread their tentacles and threaten

To hold back any one brave to walk

The dried sands of the desert

The night spent in dreams, dreaming away

With stray trances coming now and then

In the vast opens and African green fields

Sprouts a pain that grows with the setting sun

On the woods floor dried tree leaves crunch

When stepped upon,

Even, the airs, untamed, look about suspiciously

But the night won’t let us roar,

The night won’t let us grow

But it won’t consume us either

So what if,

What if we roared,

What if a root grew,

And pulled all Africa along?

We must roar, aloud

So the whole world may hear

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You are my Muse

You are the lyrics in my songs,

The green woods my being longs for

You are the taste of sweet wine

Which drops last on my tongue

Memories of you are wild

Like poetry you are my joy

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Age by Pietro Polic

What is age but a word
Conveying years, so absurd.
Wondering eternally coming of age
Would turn us really into a sage?

If that were so, the world would be populated
By wise guys …. in disguise.

To be honest it’s taken me ages to realize
That getting older makes it harder to memorise.

No number of years can persuade me
That in the end I can better see.

To hell with age and reaching wisdom
If at the end all is left is … bedlam.

I don’t wonna be clever or wise
If I can be young again and in paradise.

Nor do I want to be sensible
If I can be outrageous and loveable.

They say experience counts a lot
Good experience, bad experience …. it all ends up in the pot.

Give me age any time
As long as it’s young age, it’s fine.

But should you think that with old age I’m out
Beware ‘cause I still got a pretty good clout.

I wanna be loved by you … loved by you … by nobody else but you …

Give me that ol’ song again please
So that my soul may rest in peace.

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Commentary:

This piece was written in 2012 by my friend Pietro AKA pietropan ❤
06/06/2012

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Heart break

I heard you play your guitar

The song played wept in the wind

So I listened,

As your fingers, broken ploughed through the cords

Ceaselessly, back and forth, your palms moved

Tearing away the pains that clung to your soul

The clouds sailed away with each tearful stroke

And I hope your pain too…

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A Whim by Pietro Polic #WPD2019

A twinkle in Oke’s eyes

Me thinks is worth a sigh

’cause love in all its facets he has shown

That we all live for love and love alone

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Don’t let that feeling fade away my friend

Don’t let it dissolve in water and sand

’cause we all like that everlasting dream

Of beauty, softness and ice cream…

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Commentary:

For this year’s #WorldPoetryDay2019 I have decided to publish the works of emerging and already published poets on my blog. Today and on the next few days I will be posting poetry from different poets from all parts of the globe. The #WPD2019 is a harshtag which will be used for this poetry event.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

I like to give much credit to Pietro Polic, not just as a writer or teacher but as a friend. He believes in simple things of life and loves travelling. In this piece he has personified “Oke” which literally translate to me. What an honor!

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The Ancestors by Oke Iroegbu #WPD2019

Boundless

Sailing in the wind like a stray newspaper

Casting shadows in the hearts of many

Now they called you spirits

Spirits of men who lived in ages past,

Evil, good, angry, indifferent

Spirits who gave and took

And could fall out with one

If you would not reverence it

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Mandela by David Thane Cornell #WPD2019

Arrested by the terror of the times,
His faith was not belied;
Daily thousands of deaths he lived,
Thousands of lives he died.

His fugitive dream was captured by
A nation’s trusting eyes,
His jailers could not see beyond
Where the walls of valor rise.

Confessed and blessed for giving his life,
He never counted the cost,
The African moon’s a candle lit
By the Southern Cross.

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Commentary:

For this year’s #WorldPoetryDay2019 I have decided to publish the works of emerging and already published poets on my blog. Today and on the next few days I will be posting poetry from different poets from all parts of the globe. The #WPD2019 is a harshtag which will be used for this poetry event.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

David Thane Cornell is a talented American Poet. His passion for nature, nostalgic and pastoral poetry had made him dear to the poetry community of writers and readers. The Science Of Waiting is his recent volume of poetry.

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World Poetry Day by Sunil Algama #WPD2019

Today is the World Poetry Day 2019

At dawn, I heard beautiful voices of birds
Melodious and rhythmical
I do not hesitate to say
Yes, the chirp of birds is poetry

I behold at a distance
Early morning
Blue scenery made me mad
I fell in love
Promptly with the sun
Peeping through the range of mountains
I do not hesitate to say
Yes, the scenery of the sun rise is poetry

Blooming roses attract everybody
Adds a total satisfaction in hearts
Let their minds bloom accordingly
Meanwhile spread fragrance around vicinity
Doubling the joy in hearts
I do not hesitate to say
Yes, the beautiful scenery of blooming flowers is poetry

In the evening sun coming towards the sea
Painting the whole sky above the sea magnificently
Blending of vivid colors related to heavenly world
Sun slowly sink kissing the sea, sink and go to seabed to sleep
In the meantime, birds conduct a symphony orchestra
Praising the wonder given from heaven
I do not hesitate to say
Yes, the scenery of sunset is poetry

I watched everything of nature
Throughout the day
Saw suffering and enjoying
However, I got a different kind of taste from everything
I did not feel sadness even for a moment
I strongly reject the notion of suffering
It is the way we behold and taste
Make us happy or sad
I do not hesitate to say
Yes, the whole world is poetry

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Commentary:

For this year’s #WorldPoetryDay2019 I have decided to publish the works of emerging and already published poets on my blog. Today and on the next few days I will be posting poetry from different poets from all parts of the globe. The #WPD2019 is a harshtag which will be used for this poetry event.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Sunil Algama is a prolific writer of poems. His poems are subtle yet inspiring. In this, the feeling of nostalgia surfaces to show the poets love for Nature.

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Becoming by Fayeampah Collins Akwetey #WPD2019

a river flows in me;
i’ve become a mangrove,
but sometimes i thirst for refreshening

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Commentary:
For this year’s #WorldPoetryDay2019 I have decided to publish the works of emerging and already published poets on my blog. Today and on the next few days I will be posting poetry from different poets from all parts of the globe. The #WPD2019 is a harshtag which will be used for this poetry event.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Fampah Coyish is a creative writer. He explores the African theme in his works. Awoken by Poems is a foundation and a movement set up to inspire, teach and motivate the world within literature, precisely poetry and performing arts. Fayeampah Collins Akwetey popularly known as Fampah Coyish is the founder.

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Melancholy: My Cup of Muse by Deborah Udochukwu Nnagbo #WPD2019

As I staggered down a crooked trail
With a cup of sadness!
Collected in the vicious darkness
Of loneliness…
Battering my concave vessel
Spurn by natures paw,in solitary!
To skink the world of my genteel muse.

There,in the ambiance of this demonize trail stood I in awe!
Gaping and gazing at the mountain of thoughts
Rising,my head spin!
Marooned in the dark clouds of muse.
I let out a lugubrious cry!

In lines of phrase,the words came.
Hopefully,
The sounds began to rhyme,my heart drum the beats
As the muse flows,endlessly!
Into my vessel…
And like a mist,iced!
The world stood at ease.

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Commentary:
For this year’s #WorldPoetryDay2019 I have decided to publish the works of emerging and already published poets on my blog. Today and on the next few days I will be posting poetry from different poets from all parts of the globe. The #WPD2019 is a harshtag which will be used for this poetry events.

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About the Author:

NNAGBO, DEBORAH UDOCHUKWU is a passionate creative writer, a growing literary colossus from the prestigious University of Nigeria Nsukka, Nsugbe campus. A well reserved orator and Academic director. Her best self can only be found in a tranquil environment.

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Black Race by Donatus Oluchi Tombra #WPD2019

We aren’t a turn up world
With no postcode envy
We are a race of diamond
Held together by rigid covalent bond
So hard, that hate ain’t for us
We crave togetherness
And When attainable
All attacks we resist

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Commentary:

For this year’s #WorldPoetryDay2019 I have decided to publish the works of emerging and already published poets on my blog. Today and on the next few days I will be posting poetry from different poets from all parts of the globe. The #WPD2019 is a harshtag which will be used for this poetry event.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

This piece was written by Donatus Oluchi Tombra, a budding poet and student from Delta state of Nigeria. She lends her voice to her environment and what she feels.

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I asked…

First I asked for rain and you gave me a storm

I asked for a companion and you gave me a heart 💓

The storm made me see why I needed anothers warmth

And the heart 💓 taught me that love goes beyond self

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Songs of a Shepherd: Come, dear evening

Come to me dear evening…

Let your long airy arms sooth away my stress

Bind my wounds, heal the sore on my sandals

And let my head rest in my pillow of fine wool

Come sing for me, sing like the Nightingale

That live by my window side

Trace my spines with your fluffy fingers

And calm my straying nerves

Bring to me the night wind for the day has been hard

Pet my chest hairs with your muse, tell me stories you heard

Let the stars glitter, let them light the skies with their light

And when I fall asleep, let my sheep sleep with the airy night

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I’m coming home, with Deborah Nnagbo

1. Dn

I’m coming home,dear forgotten land.
For I’ve wandered so far away in the dungeon of life,
So far away I journeyed into the rusted past.
I picked pebbles of zeal and sealed my fears,
I traveled far from home searching for hope
Beside the faded branches of loss and pain
I was blinded by the deceptive smiles of the sons of men
And the alluring grimaces of pretentious souls
Now my heart yearns to return

2. Oi

When the stars shine, I know they come to show the way
Drawing my paths on the Earth that always held my legs
I set out,
I set out to meet you, traveling with the sun behind me
Casting the shadows of my past before me
I sing with delight, when your memories come to me
Even then, I make haste when I happen to think of you
When the days travel by, I sit to recall the Winds of memory
In her songs, I learn of my own joy of homecoming

3. Dn

Now,when the shadows of the unele trees,
Standing at the gate of hope can faintly be seen
And the unruly sun with terror pierce my calm eyes
I could only but imagine the distance of my home
The paths stretching to the lonely Eden.
My pride,my glory
My little chamber of joy
My heroic nest of aspirations
My world,my everything

4. Oi
Oh great land, my father land!
My land, which I left for long!
Ala oma! Aladinma!!
Your length and breadth beckon to me
You throw embraces to me through the wind
You whisper my name and I long for you
You paint the skies light blue when I travel to you
And when the great day ends I am almost at your doorstep

5. Dn

Yes! The tired roads of hope did bid me return.
The sun,the wind and the sturdy trees did whisper,
To my melancholy soul,sweet wordings of hope…
“There are still milk in the land,
Great treasurers still lies untouched”
There’s air for my choking heart to feed on.
My broken toes can be mended again.
And the long lost smile shall reappear,
Like the son of man on the 3rd day.

6. Oi

Oh great land, would you forget me now I have come?
Tell me what have happened since I went away?
What about the palm wine, can I still get a bowlful?
If the rains fall with the thunder and lightning,
Can we still run around and flirt with the cold rain?
The children will tell me what I have missed
The men will invite me to drink the local gin
And the girls will giggle when they see the boy from town

7. Dn

Tell the wind blowing mama’s wrapper apart to stop.
Tell that fierce sun to calm its temper,
For the prodigy has remembered.
The glory that litters in the garden,
The sweet aroma of passion.
And so shall I gather pieces of my broken parts.
I would craw,limp, walk,jump,run,and fly if need be.
For this world is no strangers paradise.
I’m coming home

8. Oi
And at last oh great land
I come home to thee
Basking in my own pride
Eating fruits which I see
Each morning I wake
The feeling will be new
And for your sake
I will make my love true

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Commentary:

I have done a collabo with another poet friend of mine, Deborah Nnagbo. This would not be my first time hosting her here. She writes mildly and creatively. Her stanzas are signed Dn at each beginnings and mine signed Oi. We welcome your thoughts.

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Unele trees: species of trees growing in the tropics. Unele perhaps is the native name

Ala oma, Aladinma: Igbo language for Great land, good and fertile land.

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When it starts to rain

When it wants to rain and the Heavens rumble

The white clouds turn heavy and black

But then, this is just morning and…

A poet would hide in the cover of his book and ink

To scribble words that makes his soul glad

Now the rain brings the day some lazy thoughts

Pushing the cold to the scanty cladded

And teaching one how to sleep in day light

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Tears

Tears are diamonds mined from the heart

They are testimonies of memories past remembered

Honest tears come from the deepest chamber of hearts

And when they come forth, describe pains from being loved

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Muse: Wild Eyes

When I stare at the mirror, the sight of you startle me

Gracing in the shape you gave my face I wonder

Shy to stand before men, to let them behold themselves

Through the mirror God had cast in my colorful eyes

Now to you pretty, wild acquaintance

I salute, I hail, I solemnly greet you and,

Sometimes methinks you see things which you give to write