Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Author: Oke Iroegbu

  • Nature’s Ride

    Nature’s Ride

    Crisscross, up and down Gross side, rise and fall The greens shine in the sun Blur skies when it will Sweet breezes, morning fragrances Upon the fine Clement weather, Daring birds plunge to catch the fishes In all, Nature is left in her wonder

  • Dear June

    Dear June, The sounds of time revealed me to your music The touch of your soothing skin, strong but mild I stand love lost, wandering in the forests wild For you; my acquiantance, my love, my all

  • Muse: Setting sun

    Your pretty grey eyes sing Your beauty, sweetly divine When all ends, when we win With our backs to the setting sun

  • Natures Poem

    Tasty sops Golden sunshine Pretty flowers Buzzing bees All rent the words in me They define your love I see

  • Muse: Love

    Times change but in your fine eyes I see A million reasons proving you are true, You, your sweet love has changed me And in all I like to be I am given to you

  • Lullaby, The Winds

    When the humble evening quarreled with the travelling day It turned out not to be wise, for the aftermath brought grim dismay The aftermath, a heavy storm came riding on her way She pulled stuff along, anything that went astray Tearing, pushing against the curtained doors and windows Flirting with the wind, so that the…

  • Amuse: I

    The sun set behind me I see my shadows in front of me It was just evening fast approaching I was a traveler known to myself Running from the world, living in my own I walk the hard way, to come back for more another day Though trying to cut of every dismay felt, I…

  • Two Musings; Your smile and African nights

    1. Your Smile Your smiles are wonderful, they tickle my soul It takes me to heights of love, brings me to joy When you smile, you remind me of the Rose The parting of your red lips a memory to behold In your beautiful warm smile I find an embrace It spoke of speeches untold,…

  • Muse: Your Love

    Your Love is like the sweet grape wine The taste, a mixture of black liquid in steel A banquet as one made when the Kings dine And to explain it naturally, it is unreal

  • Muse: Midnights

    Midnights are caricatures of dreams Like the quick mist upon the morning Licking the forest tree lines and city skylines Sometimes it stands like a smoke phantom with a dagger And mouth wide agape as like a dying strangled cockerel Sometimes they come airy, with mild words, softer Maybe with some rain, which makes all…

  • Soul of Poetry

    ” Poetry haunts my soul Poetry flies thru the thickets, On a hot desert drive Daring the mamba to come dance With the cunny hawks hovering the sky” 1. Masked tribesmen bother the Lions sleep, huuthuut- hututu Down the thickets of the bushland strange music of the birds play They sing, they say… Wai-oo, wai-oo…

  • Teach my Heart

  • Tree Leaves Falling

    Now the tree leaves fall before us, dancing with the wind they somersault Time flies, memories fade, goodness lives and the day goes spent The tree leaves fall beside us, with the wind she danced, possessed, carefree While her brethren watched her swirl about, with the flirty wind on the tree The tree house the…

  • Musing: Ke’di’ke

    My heart dances… Why it rejoices, I knew little Love, so heart warming, Love, so unconditional, Precise, Concrete Concise, Complete Meanwhile thoughts of it Listened to the heart As it played out a beat Music so strange, so sweet My heart rent drums, ke-di-ke And letting my music fade away

  • Musing: Quiet nights

    Quietly the night simmer away like the puff on a smokers cigarette Darkness envelop the dying day for the golden sun was long set Hot are the airs that blow this evening and quietly from my little closet My ears lay low, humbly listening to the barking dogs on the city outskirt Night birds, insects…

  • Musing: Candle Light

    Night falls Sleep calls My candle light dance, hovering madly before me Careless of its nakedness, careless of her waywardness Yet there was very little wind here, rather a swift breeze Coming now and then, but the candle light danced The corner of the room stood, darkened behind me My silhouette forming a union with…

  • A Shepherds Lullaby

    Another evening, another night The day is gone fast asleep All about is darkness, moonless Safe from stars, up and white Which shone upon the sheep And upon the Shepherds stress Always, it is airy in the country The folklore is the peoples joy Now and then, the bard came For boys and girls, it…

  • Three Musings: Poetry, Walk in my Dreams, and My Tree House Library

    1 Poetry Records; minutes of past and fun memories flood in, sad and happy Creating; nothing but me again and again, I rather be me still Poetry: one beautiful happy thing that gladdens me It dances in my soul, it is much my own, my freewill 2 Walk in my Dreams Yes, you told me…

  • Sweet Breezes

    Sweet breezes, heavens ride to and fro, home and wild By the town and countryside surge of fresh air, quick, mild. Sweet breezes, soaring, scentless like the fair English countess Immaculately dressed, spotless, dancing, joyful- happily remorseless.

  • The moon and night plays

    Yells, cries of children disturb the nights silence In the moonlight they dance, they play in the distance Casting shadows upon the lonely tree’d pathway Tumbling on sands, caring not for neither man nor scorpion They make figures, people and tall castles of clay Happily they yell, desiring nothing under the queer moon Meanwhile the…

  • The African Dawn

    ** A slope of rounded hills Black against the horizon Threatening the sun with its fierce thrust With thin clouds streaking across the sky ** The clouds underbellies glow reddish hue The morning warmth fighting the heady moon Wide plains stretched, savannah grass paradise Sometimes lonely trees stand with the yellow grass Ancient, raw, the…

  • An African Lullaby

    Come closer, come hear the song I must sing this night Come let us sit under the mango, let us enjoy the moon light, The sweet breeze that seem like that of the quiet riversides Which flows freely, running in peaceful haste thru the wild The cold day took her toil on our strength But…

  • Art of the Mind

    Colors are exotic, beautiful when they are seen and ‘felt’ Shadows- shades, the blue skies and the sun when she set Wandering bees, yellow and black buzzing about The black wasp making holes by the wood post Camels stand like mad men who either forgot themselves or their ways On the sands, come views of…

  • Amuse: February Harmattan

    Harbinger of Sahara news, king of the queer dust I hail you Your entourage of heavy sand storms and dunes Display her works of art on our glass windows and faces You give us wonderful attire, a ghostly look We wonder, we make guesses of why you love the dust She paints everything; flowers, careless…

  • Musing: Sweet and Sour

  • A muse: Sunset

    Shadows Fall behind the mud huts They paint soulful images, Like the web tent of a black widow Hanging like a carefree skeleton And the brown stains from hands Old or fresh which design the walls Silhouettes Fall behind the palm trees They draw strange figures, One like the village masquerade which dance heartily on…

  • February

    Sold to the warm white clouds and suns heat, To the golden hue, shared across the firmaments Across the fields where grows the yellow wheat Came a new born, a new beginning, a new month To the East and West, to the North and the South It came, striving, growing, standing, blest February retells stories…

  • A Muse: When morning comes

    When morning came Fresh was the flowers’ smell Through the window it came And over the little well That sat lonely each day To where my body lay When the morning came The clouds woke from sleep And the sun doing the same Dew danced off, early birds sip Fine pockets of white Heaven’s own…

  • Ina Murna

    The song on my lips are ones of rejoicing and dancing Come don’t mind the sand storm that bother our gathering My voice is not enough to sing, come join me make merry See the green fields and fine birds have no sorrow, no worries Smile the whole world waits to hear your tale Do…

  • Lullaby: Moonshine

    ”Where there is shine, there is a way…” Take a walk through the pathways that lead to the village center Pass the heavily treed garden of sour grapes and locust bean And the ever singing Pines that border the town from the forest Upon the skies, like a print of gold on the darkened grey…

  • My Muse: The Sun

    Why the sun travels with me I do not know, Trying to hide from her prove futile each time Yet I miss the warmth when it is dark and evening The gold upon the clouds are her handiwork The dust smeared greens are her art piece The tree leaves fall gayly, quietly on the winds…

  • the tryst

    “Come my tryst, come my lover…” I made you my love, and it come in form of a rare bead Which you wear in the heart of your hearts Where memories fall and rise, play and replay in ecstacy My own joy is not built upon your beautiful face, I am graced to have a…

  • Lafia

    Dusts, sand, white clouds and falcons Hawkers, sellers, buyers and people I see the grin on your face, One print of queer grace When you say ‘Sanu*…’ ‘And how do you do?’ The days are hot here So we try to walk bare Chilled water feel our gullet And to some balance we set The…

  • I am Nigeria

    You have smiles on your face Reminds me of my beloved siblings No need to see you thru your race You are you; one, unique and winning Igbo kwenu! Kedu, olee, how do you do? Come in, have a sit, taste this dish You come in peace, we surely know To you, all good things…

  • sunset, evening

    Clouds gather above Casting shadowy troves Red skies like the wine An evening, a pretty sign The lonely tree stand at ease Like a fiery dog free of her leash She swerves with the clouds songs She enjoys the love, the attention The hills grow up to meet the sun Shades grow behind huts and…

  • muse: act now

    See the leaves fall before our eyes While the chimneys puff our smoke Should they all fall before we see? The wind blow hotter airs And the sharks sail closer to us Are they scared or want food? The snail shells are broken They sleep longer, they die earlier Soon the butterflies and bees vanish…

  • Merry Christmas

    This is the season of love. Let the season bring you a load of heaven’s goodness. Let happiness and smiles accompany your blessedness. I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year.

  • Muse: Under the guava

    The guava shades our little playground from the scorching sun. The flowers fall on our heads and look like a fine bride. There is a family of brown-green mantises on the leaves of the guava, savoring the sweet fragrance of the flower and the open air. The guava is our citadel; it protects the termites…

  • These Times of the Year…

  • Spare Poem

    I fall back to my bed, each night with hope on my breast Twinkle became the blinking of stars up the skies When the cold that burn all peoples chunk of fat And the sight of the solemn clouds are manna to the eyes The grim colors of the falling darkness gather Moths, ants, earwigs,…

  • An Evening of ‘Colorful’ Airs

    Sweet and wonderful are smell of dry air in the breezy and solitary open LIke that of bread soaked in margarine, quasi burned in the oven The taste is remindful of romantic acquiantances hewn to fields of Roses Stretched afar, to where the lands open to other lands of colors and scents The fineness of…

  • Welcome December

    It’s the month of icing cold The freezing of whole rivers and circular fall of tree leaves When the sun rise higher in the clouds The lands glow with her amazing heat The cold and heat; Decembers hallmark

  • A muse: Star Light

    Star light But thousand miles away from home They glitter still with their amazing innocence Come on, dear glittering stars… You wouldn’t know I am not at home, would you? There are many glittering stars out tonight Out they come, like a parade of great might Come behold this exotic and pretty sight Made from…

  • A painting of a hill on the Snows’ plague

  • Fireflies

    Twinkle… There are wings on the air On a dark, very dark night Twinkle… But the wings move from their lairs Glowing colors hued black and white Twinkle… The appearance seldom come so rare Twinkling into the gravely dark night Twinkle… The night is cold and dark, the night is bare But if you watch,…

  • The Wind

    You walk against the fast wind, your hair fall beside your haste Down it rolls, flowing with the strong wind down your waist All these while the swift wind and your fine hair go about their romance

  • First Words of P’Ville, SummerTown 2

                                                Summer had a lake which shone with the sun light The shivering of the waters were seen even in the nights By the roadside were carts drove were green and yellow flowers And at…

  • Musing: Setting sun

    1. The setting sun reminds me of many things Some nice, some exciting, some make me laugh And others leave me sobbing at the thought But making me to laugh or leaving me to sob I find times defined in those memories, not me   2. Twilight comes with even finer airs, playing On fantasies that…

  • When we play with the wor(l)ds

    Let us say there are some mystery in the Earths misery Fake hysteria overshadow Natures artless history Yet with the blazing sun come our sober pun Savaging the dying Earth: stay or run, but we cant run And when we look to the South, there is strive To the helpless North, there is a hungry drought;…

  • Musing: Halved, the Legend

    1 Now I write you a piece of my heart tonight In the growing Harmattan and her temperament I am cut in two- I am halved in your Providence One for your happiness, another for Your happiness 2 This piece of heart tells a tale of the sea folk a story of survival, a war…