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Memories
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Color called dirt
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Beauty
Beauty is the painting of paths That men had never walked or seen Like the pebbles which count not their existence Beauty walks through the ranges and fjords With shadows of pines and winter trees all about And tree logs sailing quietly on the lonely waterway Beauty is the art of tranquility It is peace…
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Dark Clouds
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A Tale of Two Rats
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Antartica
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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…
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Loudest roar
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You are my Muse
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Age by Pietro Polic
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Heart break
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A Whim by Pietro Polic #WPD2019
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The Ancestors by Oke Iroegbu #WPD2019
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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…
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World Poetry Day by Sunil Algama #WPD2019
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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 ** 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…
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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…
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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 ** Commentary: For this year’s #WorldPoetryDay2019 I have decided to publish the works of emerging and…
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I asked
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Songs of a Shepherd: Come, dear evening
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I’m coming home, with Deborah Nnagbo
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When it starts to rain
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Tears
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Muse: Wild Eyes
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The first rain
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Muse: Love
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A Tale of the Wildwoods
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Don’t mock the humble life
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Like a butterfly for Ma Lucille Dowell
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Retelling a Troubadour’s Story
I traveled through northern Nigeria, rushing through forests that hid caves and tall hills. I watched the clouds and the sun sail across the fading sky. Evening made the cakes sour, while bananas ripened under the blazing sun. The wind was lively, blowing fine dust and gathering soot from distant burning bushes. Sometimes, we met…
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Night before Christmas
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A Shepherds Song
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Madagascar
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Make love, not war
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Fantasia 2: A muse
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The Light
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Dream away
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Love muse
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The Rains lullaby
I can feel your presence each time you flash through the skies Blowing raindrops on my window panes The rain drops beat the drums, you sang wordlessly in support Now I see you draw images behind my cottoned curtains; Sketching trees sometimes and a phantom with huge pitchforks With the rains you came, searching our…
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Evening of tales under the Mango tree
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Muse: Starry Night
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A lovers song
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The Silent Hill
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Africa!
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Musing: What if?
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A tale of the WildWoods 3: Summer arrives
When summer finally came, a lot had changed The last snow melted and the sad land woke Grasses started growing, covering the outer earth So those who burrow scrambled out from the dust Soft airs and tidings surround the mountainside Sending sweet emissaries around the valley below Vines, myrrhs, mistletoes and pines sprout happily In…
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Life: A Walk in the Park
Life is like a walk in the wooded green park Where strange fine flowers and plants grow, And pests; rodents, bunnies and insects abound On the roadside will be mistletoes, thorny roses, even cactuses With so much of harmless weed plants sprouting all about They hurt if one touch them and won’t If one will…
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A lovers song
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Life in African tropics