Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Author: Oke Iroegbu

  • Musing: If Love

    If love is a fruit it will be an orange If love was up the firmaments, it will be the sunshine If love was a poetale, it will be the tale of the Giraffe and how he ate the sickly moon half If love was a color, it will be many hues mixed together without…

  • Tears

    1. When life smiles, smile back But most times, life never smiles Then pain becomes a part of it all But do not let that rule you 2. Have you seen dying infants Starving of bread and milk? But somewhere, somehow Grains are refined to make fuel Wit asks, Food or Fuel? Why are we…

  • Verses of December

    THE MIST The morning is filled with the mist The pathways are treacherous Filled with stray serpents and scorpions Come to land to get some warmth HARMATTAN The heat burns the flesh Dried skin and teary eyes The wind is merciless pushing away All that dared to stand before her BURNING GRASSES Burnt grasses give…

  • Love Life

    Sometimes life is dry and brown The green leaves of trees mean a little The sight of snails crawling gives no fun And all about there is no color or joy The firmaments seem to be grey The rain that falls tickles painfully And the scorching sun so annoying Isolation from Natures cruelty comes But…

  • My Sunshine

    I call you sunshine in the morning Because when the golden sun rises Thoughts of you come to me Like clouds gathering to give the rain Throw the curtains open Watch the sunshine filter in Thro the windows, painting gold Upon all it touches as it wakes Now there is no star in the morning…

  • Glittering Stars and the Surging Wind

    Do you see the stars shining up the skies Winking quietly as we stare up? Do you feel the winds surging about the hamlet Pushing all on its way, to and fro? Now the stars are mild, taciturn and free And they shine tonight with wooing airs The quietness that come with the night Confirm…

  • Alherin

    When the clouds are dark with the rain imminent And the banks overflow with abundance When the scorching sun dries the mud into cakes And leaves the land barren with no fruit The grace of the Lord leads us ahead Bringing us all manner of good tidings Let the Lions roar up the rocks and…

  • What do you see in Poetry?

    Every morning comes the fever The fever for an adventure Come from writing and love Waltzing blue inked pen, full of life * And when poetry was first made God sent it down to Linguists Saying “What do you see?” They raised their brows quietly Mincing words, struggling to find the description Poetry was then…

  • Muse: A love poem

    Your love sinqs for my heart It shoves and kisses my hair in sleep Blowinq sweet fragrance into my eyes Smiling in a pout when my eyes open Your love brightens my dark nights It plays on my muse all day And draws my curtain from its place To let the golden sun rays flush…

  • Two Poems for love

    .1. The night stars shine gleefully Through the windows I watch them Thinking, wishing and praying Feeling the airs of the moment Now I stare at a lonely star Up, up those black skies The lights coming from this star Was very bright and lively I wondered as I looked through this window I realized…

  • Burning Grass

    It is the time of the year When the grasses are burned And the fumes dance happily Up to meet the blue skies The hawks and kites circle The fire hunting stray rodents Men beat the bush about Minding the farm crops nearby The smell of the fume Spreads about the place Pushing the acrid…

  • Amazing she

    To you beautiful one I have many a word to say But tonight I shall be brief and absolute Do you know how beautiful you are When the morning sun shine on your face? You wear a graceful apparition Bringing warmth to mens’ heart You stride upon the pathway Like a proud Peacock surveying its…

  • Paris

    Tonight, we moan For love that is alien to Earth For the pain you bear We cry for you Paris For love, we weep For thee mother Earth For men’s ruthlessness And the hatred that stays Bombs, hate and anger Humanity in taste for vengeance Destroys the efforts of centuries past And innocent souls made…

  • Musing: Love

    Sometimes love comes to us How we care for those Who have no feelings Those who like statures Care neither for our present Or the future we so seek Sometimes love is cruel She breaks the heart that loves It prolongs pain and suffering The suffering of the mind And the divide behind trust Love…

  • Harmattan

    The days are made beautiful with your glorious appearance But when the sun rises up the clouds, the warmth is taken And for men, faces become a caricature of disgust upon the mirror In the morning even before the Suns rising The firmament and the pathways is filled with mists The track to the stream…

  • Methodist, for Ediongsenyene and MCF Uyo

    There’s a family away from family There’s a home away from home There’s love which must be told And there’s hope for all humanity Now the golden sun rises solemnly Bringing Gods warmth and favor And it sifts through the window sills Greeting all, welcoming us to a new dawn And reminding us of Gods…

  • Taming the Wild: Masai

    Somewhere in Africa Strong winds swept all to asunder But the Masai march against it With spears black with greasy hands And faces painted like Halloweens ghosts Pushing the tall shrubs down Frighting lions off the forest paths With bare hands they dare the buffaloes And call to the Boar for duels What manner of…

  • One Whole Art

    Standing alone in the mist Where no man sees The endless stream of wit But when love comes When the sun rises or sets Down. Down the foot of hills And the hawks hang on masts Scouting the land for a final kill The wind wearily sifts about Men, their creaky windows seal The darkness…

  • Friends

    I desire friendship that rises in the morning And stays till the sun set in the evening A desire to stay even when no one was around To make pats, plays, smiles and joy abound The sweetness of your companionship Which grows past all known friendship Makes you my family Who loves genuinely The clement…

  • I am Igbo

    I am Igbo Not because I am fair Not because I am tall …Or short I am Igbo Not because I travel a lot Not because I live in hamlets … And towns I am Igbo Not because I live in Africa Not because I sell for profits … Or for loss I am Igbo…

  • Jehovah

    In the morning Where all dreams are born Through the late night slumber Of lightnings, cold rains and thunder He sends us Heavenly calm Which is our balm The clouds bring forth the rain And the same harbors the sun It rains, our clay gets softened Breaking the mounds we made It shines, our greens…

  • Haiku: Vain

    Tonight it all became clear that the end was near All seemed absurd and unnecessary vain here The Earths’ toil, the men who strife Asking what is the essence of life?

  • Five Poems

    The wind grows soft and dry It passes messages fast forgotten For in its speed, it is lost The pines whistle, men stay to listen When the fruits fall off the trees It thunders upon the quiet ground And little stray ants wonder If the world had come to an end If Grapes ever had…

  • The Rising Sun

    I am looking towards the bright side of life Where the trees grow on quiet sunny lands With fruits weighing down the branches And birds of pretty plumages singing, heartily Down the rugged road stood a sight I admire most A journey thro winding road, crisscrossing all about By tall Earth mounds and thickly forested…

  • The Gaze: Haiku

    Staring into your eyes Tells me of love undying The love that stays in the heart The beauty of the sight I see

  • Akwa Ibom

    There is a land full of life Bubbling with greens and love Swooshing trees thro the forests To the foaming sea with its broth A land filled with hills and valleys With streams and the streams There are blue clouds And the birds surf the wind Uyo cares, loves and welcomes She is beautiful like…

  • Tangerines

    Fresh succulent balls fallen from the mother tree Green, Yellow, Orange and so deliciously sweet! The tree swerves with the romance of the Wind Minding the branches carrying the tangerines Enjoying the wooing breeze and the calling Air And happily dancing in the midst of these fellows The busy ants build their mansion across the…

  • Haiku: Love

    In this heart Love exists a lot But who I love I know not

  • Boundless Freedom

    The freedom we all seek From the views of the rising sun To the suns slumber in the evening Horizon to horizon Oceans of blue, boundless Much further you can sail And the skies up the firmaments Without boundaries ever known The strength of the ice thicked Upon the bare soil The waterfalls on rocks,…

  • Green Fields

    Green fields abound on Earth The skies are dark blue When the clouds are full with rain The smiles on your face are red When loved ones come around The sun is a yellow ball Shining and lighting the world The King prides in purple He is the sovereign of the land Green is food,…

  • Musing: Morning Rain

    There’s a spark outside Like a strange thunderclap Hailing his younger cousin Waking the town from her slumber Pushing fear into the hearts of many But for those who know the trick Now it rains with might The whole town goes damp Drawing long straight lines Which no man can draw better The crystal rain…

  • The tale of a Descendant

    Some very cold nights I stay awake Lights come flashing back to me Such nights as cruel and heartless Growing my mind from a needles eye And the reason per say, trailing The times gone in a sudden twinkle And lives back again in another second Like I traveled many miles back Now I remember…

  • Can you see God?

    On the morning sun rising solemnly Behind my cotton curtain And thru my eyes, tired and weary He smiles through the clouds Blessing the fields with corn In the waterfalls that give lively sounds He rides the thunder storm He lets the rain feed the livestock The grains, the chicken and the worms With dew…

  • Cold Nights of August

    The clouds are dark blue The skies painted with many hue The wind sifts about the way Pushing the turbans away The heights of the mountains Lay quiet, near the Lions den The clouds hung motionless Awaiting the Judges case A hopeful evening Turned to one, windy And here the storm just began Making all…

  • The Days Dream

    Now we sit around grinning The day has fast gone by We had spent the sweat The Sun has taken her toil But now we are here Glancing at the moonlight Wishing good dreams to the skies Watching the stars glitter From firmaments far away But then, the hope of the day The hope and…

  • Who had seen Zeus and his might

    Who had seen Zeus and his might? Who had heard the uproar up the hills? Who had seen the long strides of the king? He races with the thunder He rides the great South winds And surfs the volcanoes lava He swam the oceans in a second He moves the wheels that holds the map…

  • A tale of a Bard, at first

    There was a land far, far away Told to have been located by the bay The day wake with good tidings and bird twittering The wings of the Falcon flap above the hidden squirrels The skies clear with print of dark blue One of grace and light bright hue The trees tall as the mountain…

  • Dew

    When feeble men falter during the day Sprawling about the long quiet way Heaven sends down her wetness Upon the earths dry crust Adorning the many vegetations And blessing mens lives and opinions Writing this piece just few hours to my birthday.

  • A Word of Encouragement…

    In the Book of Genesis, it is stated that God, who has all Supremacy, Creativity, Wisdom, Knowledge, and Understanding, created man in His image. Therefore, we are essentially mini versions of Him. This means that we possess all the tools and know-how to accomplish something spectacular. The Lord paired His words with actions. So, we…

  • A Poets Tale

    Have you seen the sun set over the dark clouds Behind the lonely traveller marching up the hilly mounds? The evening sets in, covering all the light living on Earth It was about time for, moon-lit tales and screeching crickets The wind surge, we are left to feel it The birds fly away, as the…

  • August

    August says hi to you all It says keep your ears close Closer to his warm chest And you shall know How happy he is to meet you! Have a swell Month and August 8th is my birth day!

  • The Bee

    There was a little bee It always wore black and yellow And was always happy The bee love the row, And the heat of the sun The red petals of the Rose The bobcats and the moon And the dark haired moose The bee would always smile She was blessed, she had honey She was…

  • A Psalm, again.

    For the consciousness come thither to my weary soul The light shining upon the shades of my life The hope and love burning above all, in my heart I say Thanks Lord!

  • The Kiss

    The touch of your warmth Standing besides your whole length The wealth I desire dwells in you You become the antidote to my cold The reason I stay all nights, awake I have become a poetic witch You’re the reason I could burn at the stake The people mustn’t know am an elf And let…

  • Haiku: Frail bones

    And each night I come to this bed To lay my weak and frail bones Your thoughts flood my stray mind With strength come from Heavens atone

  • A Strange Night

    1 The cool night turned a storm The grey linings of the clouds Wore out with the passing firmaments The trees swirled in a wild dance The fallen leaves lept up in joy The imminent wind has come to play To the tune of Natures fury The wind, the rain and the lightning 2 The…

  • A muse: Stormy Night

    After the long day The storm has its way But come what may we lived to say

  • You, my Inspiration

    I shall look upon Thee In the face of the rising sun And on the evenings airy breeze Your beauty inspires me I sit staring into the air I see you walk to me Entangling me in your embrace Doing this little laugh I always grew fond of My joy knows no limit The fragrance…

  • A Muse: The Corn and The Beetle

    One day a black beetle Sat amused at the sight Of her neighbour from her tree shed “Oh how awful you look” She would say, grinning “You werent like this Some few months ago!” “How do I look?” The Corn asked blushing “You look stalky, long and hairy I dont like hairy guys!” “Well we…

  • The House on the Road

    There was a strange house near the highway Made of sun-burned bricks and hay Covered in soot and all about grey It stood like a scarecrow Overlooking the nights cold grip The door rims are low The reeds grow like the whip The neighbors shrug all the time With an apparition of a tongue tasting…