Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Author: Oke Iroegbu

  • July

    Here comes a month… Fresh and blessed With even a strike of rainfall And the golden face of the Sun Which delight, I call my imagination The night will be as usual… Full of cricket shrieks And the love I always knew   I wish you a beautiful July A happy new month to all…

  • Beautiful

    Beautiful are your smiles The curves on your mouth are alluring They pout as you stare at me Your eyes say a lot to a thoughtful me Beautiful are your eyes The straight lines of your face are pretty The thought of you are good dreams, You are my inspiration!

  • For me, a thoughtful piece

    1. There are hidden crickets singing carefree-ly Whenever I find myself in my quiet time A moment just before I set into a reverie, A moment I recall all I like to see in my dream Dreams come true if you keep it at heart; What joy one will have to climb the Kilimanjaro Or…

  • Three Short Poems: The Stars, June and Thankful

  • Thoughts

    Dear diary, Night falls now… The city is quiet Save from toads Out in the field And wild crickets Hiding on the walls The distinct noises Of a quarelling couple Disturb my thoughts Down on this bed, I count the days work There were strange clouds Up the clouds today There were tales in my…

  • Muse: Ne’er too late

    When the sun fails to wake, The day grows so cold and gloomy The Dew cast her spell on the day From the hilltops, vales and lakes To the countryside which is woody, And the ponds where the ducks lay There is no ‘life’ in the sad day By the riverside, the wind blast Throwing…

  • Nneoma

  • Colors: the first part

    Colors are very beautiful They tell a lot about all; And a little about this and that The ocean, the sun The mice that live across The busy street roads Or the golden corn field And the wild, the deserts And the ice of Antarctica Colors describe our feelings Red with rage The royal purple……

  • Pastoral: The Shepherd

    Aye, he stayed in the vast wild lands alone, With only the bleating of sheep as his song And smell of grass and dung as his perfumes The singing of birds play him sweet hymns And his friends and companions are mother Natures abundance Under the trees, he sits to play a song for his…

  • A Love poem

    Your words are sweet like honeycombs Freshly taken from the bark of the trees And melting in my lips, like butter on fire Like the graceful wild deer you walk And the soft sound of your foot walk Beats strongly, the drums of my heart The swift surge of the evening air Compares not to…

  • June

    This morning brought me some fresh rain From my window I see the rains drop around The fresh smell of the clayey soil come Mixed with the scent of boiling corn Blue clouds sift across the skyline As the Doves come down to dine Always; brown and greens all about Grasses of the south start…

  • The Rainmakers Tale: Tradition

    PROLOGUE Give me some rain, Take away the present situation Let the wind bid me warn again Give me rain, dear Heaven! (1.) Let if flood the browned farmlands Let it refresh the waters of the ponds And the hards rocks upon the dry Earth Let the hamlet be full of the wet clay salt…

  • The Poem of a Shepherd

    I will tell you about my Jehovah, My beautiful encounters with Him His creations that made me wonder With each passing day and dream The tall Red Pine blossom When there is such a wild-wind It shakes down leaves for the ‘groom’ Twisting, circling as they fall down Stand at the zenith of the hills…

  • A beautiful day

    The light has come upon my eyes Birds twitter behind the windows glass Beautiful sunrise across the horizon The skies are gold, so is the land Voices of people are drawn to me What a marvelous day it will be! The big sleepy town wakes very slowly Man, woman, child, pets, trees, Lilies I see…

  • The Almighty

    There is Him who lights the moon light like a bulb He makes the rain shower on all green life He surfs the thunder storm like a horse Throwing to the Earth a veil of white snow He gives the morning fresh scent of hope, Binding the nights to curdle the weary shepherds I listen…

  • The Clouds gather

    The clouds gather And in her wake The evening turned black Clouds gather above the sky As light showers try to descend, The showers fall on the clay As beautiful humid smell arise The clouds gather Above the little town She wakes the lightning And all evening The lightning took shots Of the warm wetlands…

  • Oke Iroegbu’s Shepherds Tale

    (1) Is it not a great night to write? What beats our lovely imagination When stars fall with colors bright Or as a ninja-faced Soy bean sprout? (2) The nights are like firecrackers Blossoming into beautiful stars When they hit the soft sky Shedding light shots of hues They remind a tired shepherd Of the…

  • Rainmakers’ tales: 2 tales of Oke- Iroegbu

    When I am not making the rain fall And flood the villagers huts and farms And to make the river banks overflow So that the forests pathway is swampy And the great crocodiles are washed ashore; Then I will be watching the glittering stars And talking about the stars, the night and moon Well, the…

  • Time to Pray

    ” …For where is God our maker, who giveth songs in the night, Who teaches us more than the beasts of the earth and makes us wiser than the birds of heaven?” -Job 35.10, 11 Now the lands is dry We seek drinking water Strife is the order of the day Pain, prejudice, poverty Little…

  • The noise called Love

    Wait a minute Why does my heart beat sound that way, Like a hundred samba drums of Brazil Thrilling a thousand voices of excitement On a sandy pitch were soccer is played? Jungles have got their noise The Lions, the Elephants, the wild Oaks Cities have got their noise The automobiles, the bikes, the ice…

  • Musing: My Doves

    Feathers flapping Sitting on my arms With their young claws Not to let go Not to fall down Man and dove Care and love When I hold you two up with care You stare into my eyes with curiosity What a dark world Your fine eyeballs Seem to say, Roving around my place On my…

  • Poetale: The Vampire

    I wonder why we are warm-blooded, And yet men are to one another stone-cold. The sun’s light hides so many things: In the depths of wells, beings with wings, And thoughts we fear exist. They come and disappear like the mist. With the appearance of the moon, The fur extends beyond the skin. Farther it…

  • Three Poems of Oke’ Iroegbu: Night is Falling, The Moon’s Tale, and Hope

    Night falls after the sun And to homes we all return Counting the days stress and toil Letting the darkened kettle boil And preying our eyes on passing people While we eat out plates of sweet potato. When the full moon come out The whole clan makes a sit-out The infants, the boys, girls, men,…

  • Haiku: Hope

    There shines a chain of stars, lined up the night sky Glittering to the quiet and queer custom; a perfect night style Lighting up the hill top; a spectacular view of these forested lands Let’s hope on Divine providence; it will never forsake our hands

  • May 2016

    In the morning After the rains, The lands are wet With dew and mist The rivers overflow The sun is slow To wake For the towns’ sake, In instalments On the roofs first On the trees and nests On the fields and streets Through the lands, wild And upon all mankind

  • The Lover of my life

    You’re the lover of my life my other half Since you came my way I have beautiful days I am so in love with you I am not ashamed to

  • Awake

    I am awoken to the sound Of the lovely morning birds Twittering behind the green tree And the buzzing of the Bumblebee The sun rises quietly Her rays shine brightly The clouds are blue Painted by a fine hue All about the bright skyline The scouting hawks and doves whine And under a trees shelter…

  • Friday

    The nights may be dull… But there are fresh morning airs That this beautiful morning shares It grows with the comely light Letting all feel the suns’ warmth As she rise from behind the cloud Painting the land, bright and gold The airs are for all; The sun flower with its bright colors And the…

  • Musing: Cold Nights

    Cold nights come sometimes It brings to me memories Which I thought I lost on the way Nevertheless, I see who I become From what I was many moments ago Cold nights remind me of… A tender boy I was And when I cried for most things It reminds me of when I was caring…

  • The Lifes’ Walk

    Life is a walk, a journey Never feel sorry For your very existence Is ordained by Divine Providence The way thru the jungle is grassy The mists upon the way, tricky But we must march on Until the days work is done The way is full of serpents Goal destroyers, lifes’ saints The mists might…

  • Folk: The Palm wine tapper

    When the palm wine tapper Goes visiting his palm trees He is very, very happy And when he climbs a tree He leans on his strong ropes “Kpom Chiki! Kpom chiki!!” He is very, very happy Commentary: The Palm wine is a natural beer derived from the Palm raffia trees. The beer is whitish in…

  • Musing: Four Poems of Oke’ Iroegbu

    (i.) The Moon The Moon is following me And with her light I see Wherever I walk she stalks Behind my shadow she follows And how she sweeps the land Looking for me in the quiet clan (ii.) Village Square The nights dancing festival Brings all, big and small The farmer, the wine tapper The…

  • A son of the hamlet

    I was born and bred in a big city But nought interests me More than a quiet life Which the serene hamlets give I was the king of the jungle With maidservants and menservants And a great sand house Filled with sand-made yams Commanding the mango fruit To fall for my noon delight And the…

  • Musing: Stare into my eyes

    1. I love to stare into your eyes To let you know how special you are I heave a sigh of relieve Each time, tears of grieve Dry from your pretty face Never let go of sweet memories Make them stay in your bossom Enjoy all blossoming Summers And the ice-cold Winters But never let…

  • Folk: Night falls

    The night fades slowly The cloak of darkness falls As the crickets prepare For another night’s song Bonfires light the night To keep the wild dogs off The children set the stage For a moonlight folktale And beneath the stars The small hamlet waits.

  • Folk: The sunny Forest

    Once in a quiet sunny forest The cruel Sun starved the Earth And her little furry inhabitants Of drinking water and comfort The Owls & Wolves yawn in hunger No one was able to decipher Why the Sun brought her asunder As all was thirsty for water The forests dwellers hatched a plan One of…

  • My Love Song

    Glittering stars. The night is alive Airs of the day Fireflies of the night The grey moon; For all had gathered And to see this love They have come Waters rush in haste Upon the little tide Of the Stream And her waterfalls Sweet spring! Pulling the stubborn fern And the stray crabs The cymbals…

  • The Snail-cart

    We are riding behind the snail cart And now, we see the wild world Truely. As she is and not what it seem With this speed my nation can see All we had left behind and forgotten All that slowed us and our speed bumps Ah! We seem not to enjoy the ride anymore Where…

  • Musing: Song of a Farmer

    I just picked a fruit Beautiful. Reminds me of you Grey eyes and elegant There are many fruits But this one is purely exotic A fine and pretty sight You are an amazing fruit Like the yellow Sunflower You, my boring days light You have become my fruit The sunshine after my dark My friend;…

  • The Jungle: West African Lion

    In the depths of the Savannah Where Nature prowls Strays a solitary beast- The King of the jungle Deep growls rent the night From one end of the world To another it spreads Striking horror to hearts And to those who dare To wander the unsafe night The crickets quiz But they are safe Yet…

  • Africa’s poetale

    Africa is a budding cocoon A shy, fragile and cute butterfly With shaky wings meant to fly Living, in a desperate world Africa is the gigantic tree That grows by the side of the river Shielding the lengths of the forests And feeding the lifes around it Africa is a mountain highly peaked With white…

  • Musing: Illusion

    “I compare you to this month Blessed April with blue eyes Clear as the benevolent Cloud Full of perfect but right actions And a loving stormy mouth Which glow in the quiet night And with your imaginary wand You stray thru my mind like an illusion” I wrote a poem But I forgot your name…

  • Another Tale of a Shepherd

    Nothing compares to the sweet sleep Of all good and hardworking shepherds He retires with a fine and adorable smile And to his bed of wool, he lays Tuning into the local radio station To listen to some old folk songs Nodding almost silently to the rhythm Smiling to the memories of the stressful day…

  • Heart by Obiajulu Nwodo

    A bag of emotion Trapped with a cord of many wires Beating, thuding Hoarding Wickey the foe of Goody Bridge to life and abode of diss and bliss Who could eat his? Commentary Okay, this is the second time Im publishing her. I find her work fascinating, the characters leaving and I think she has…

  • Musing: The wandering man

  • April

    March bears the Winter on her back And with one more nod to say bye She takes her leave to the Earths’ borders With this time of the heated sun It is even time to introduce some New flavors and dishes on the table The sun rise and the rain falls Brown earth stays everwhere…

  • Musing: For a special friend

    Can I call you my engine or engineer You steer my desires like the wheel You play the strings of my heart like the guitar You sink my sorrows like the submarine And make my heart skip beats always I race forward like the locomotive Up the hills, with force and might You train my…

  • Musing: A Lovers Tale

    “I will love you even when the tree leaves fall In the winters cold and summers heat I will love you even when the days are gone And when the nights grow even darkest” I submit to you All I have and own I am your servant But I am your lover The nights must…

  • The Birds fly away

    The birds fly happily away When the sun returns to her sleep The wind grows softer with the day As the warmth burns down deep The birds fly happily away To lands where the sunflower grows And the mushrooms grow in hay But the moists stay till the ‘morrow The birds fly happily away With…

  • Rejoice: I’m an Uncle!

    You have the bright eyes of a young deer Tender, I wonder what you think Each time your eyes happen upon me This same pretty eyes that let tears fall Innocent, lovely and specially gives hope You pull my hair when I lift you up Do you think they were your play tendrils? Your hands…