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Musing: To a Future…
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Musing; Februarys’ Heat
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A lullaby: The Shepherd
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A Travellers Myth
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Musing: The Light, Paper, Curtains and My Head
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Natures Music
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A Poem sometime ago
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The Dreamers tale
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A duel inside
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Power of Love
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Just after I wake
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My Musing: February 11
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The last night dance
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When the wind stops
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Haiku: Farewell
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The Tale of a Shepherd
When it is time to leave the hamlet To leave the vales and the thornful paths To seek fresh and sweet grasses For the little bleating lamb and sheep The shepherd wakes from his slumber The roads are rocky and mountainous Filled with stubborn stones and quarry The mistletoe grow on the roadside But the…
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A Tale of the Wildwoods 3: Summer arrives
And when the beautiful summer happened to come… Upon the glades and vales of the wildwoods The Mountain stood quietly by the forest side Sniffing the sweet smell come from fresh growing flower shrubs The happy birds come flying back home Followed by all pretty insects and the boar herd The skies are tinted with…
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The Golden Savannah
Have you seen the African golden Savannah? Come drive through dried brown grassland Come bake in the heat of the sun Come taste the corn beer, cooked by the locals Come ride the horse through the wildlands Come draw your name on the tropics beaches Come and see… The stray serpent, the Python or the…
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Musing: Baby Chicken
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Little seed
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Freedom
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Beautiful Dreams from Heaven
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Silhouettes and Fear
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The days toil
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Beautiful days stay unseen
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The Desert city
The church bell chimes quietly in the city But this little town is left to Pity’s mercy The only noise heard was the airs whine Upon the obscure paintings as the only signs Old dirty newspapers fly about Passing telegrams to misty ghosts Swerving from one side of the road to another Times decaying touch…
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Wake me up
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Musing: Crickets
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A New Day
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Ferns
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Come this thunder, 1967
Come this thunder When the nights glitter with explosions The resemblance of fire-cracker carnivals And as the rattling for supremacy Is heard from heartless machine guns Spewing the seeds of destruction Upon unfortunate children and men ‘Kwaa-pu kwaa-pu kwaa-pu, unu dum!’ ‘Leave here,’ the emissaries of death say Flying limbs, headless bodies and chaos Destruction…
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Two Poems of Oke’ Iroegbu, The Apple and The Summer
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The Waterside
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A beautiful morning
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The Crow and The Rabbit
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Crystals of Water
I hear your swift surge Like the snaky locomotive Cockcroaching thro tunnels And sighing along the way See the waters clear as the sweet spring; Leaping crystals surge forward in haste The waters run in joy to other lands Feeding the shorelines all this while Pulling along the stray crab and the torn ferns And…
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The Lone Wolf
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To Love…
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Musing
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A Lovers Tale
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Quiet nights
Quiet nights can be romantic And when one- a poet is alone Words of reason come to him But stray night flies sing about And the crickets quiz themselves Proposing numerous theories Asking questions and reminding One another of the quiet day To them the nights should be noisy It should be one of merriment…
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The Rising Sun
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The Rat and the Bat
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Masquerades
Strings of flax fall from your stress Hides carved from animal skin And strange cloth embellish you You swerve around like a drunk Scaring children and younger folk Caring for nothing but for asunder The masks on you remind of the hyena Your whip dragging behind you as you walk As you seek peoples’ doors…
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Musing: Chinyere Duroha
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Start new, 2016
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A Muse: Arise, my Sunshine
Goodmorning my sunshine Should I let the curtains open To let the suns warmth reach us? See the sun rise fast above the clouds From the silhouettes of caves she rises Showing herself in between two cliffs Painting the grey land gold; There is smell of burning grass Come from farms awaiting the suns heat…
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The rivulet, Oko’pia
You stay far away And you beckon to us From the quiet hamlets, we hear you call Messages passing through the forest rumbling stomach To the white clouds garnished by the sunshine And the tree pathways, leading to you We sit on your banks, telling stories of the wild You let the trees surrounding us…
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The Butterfly
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Choosing a school
Choosing a school can be hectic and stressful. Most times, selections are made wrongly by prospective candidates. Some make choices based on family influences or peer pressure, the fact is your the one who is going to school, not your parents or friends. It is important to make proper investigation on a school you would…