I see a golden ray Giving light from afar Up the lonely road Near the cliffs edge Where the leaves fall in circles Caring about nothing As they fall, happily And the skies not to be seen But a sieve of the suns light Falling thru the waving trees Now and then, The rodents of… Continue reading The Seeker
Author: Oke Iroegbu
Love stands watching,
With eyes deep red
Tears running down
As a stream on a slope
Wetting the land on its rush
A clear spring water
But then no one to drink
For men thirst not again
There’s a land full of sorrow
Strife, hunger, riot and war
The world knows no peace
We hate each other
But we need each other
Let’s build the Earth together
Throw the differences up
And let the birds carry them
Burn all pain, water the deserts
Ski the mountains and farm the dunes
Recover the wetlands, fight droughts
Plant trees, and live greener lifes
Feed the strengthless, give all hope
Forget my name or origin
Just love me, cos I love you too
Let love reign, always
Musing: my mood
The love I have I can’t really tell The wind blows The trees dance The flicker of hope Dwelling in me hops In my heart, lives joy Seeing the clouds white And the sun shine Hearing from the Egrets And the mooing cattle Sitting amidst my street kids Playing soccer in the fields And waking… Continue reading Musing: my mood
Musing: Dear Diary
Dear diary, This cold morning I sit on my bed Near the glass window Staring sleepily up, at the fan Though the fan stood still I do not understand why I stare The dry air had come It had sucked up, all moisture All the liquid here I stare up, aye Cos I am deep… Continue reading Musing: Dear Diary
Musing: my Poetry
Strange if we may ask Have you ever fallen in love, To see the beauty in what you do? The light in my heart Comes from painting poetry The Lord had given me this And I shall not let go Oh poetry my dearest My very heart throb The smiles you bring to me, I… Continue reading Musing: my Poetry
Ovim, my homeland
To Thee My homeland My mothers birthplace The land of the brave Ovim- land of strength What baffles me most, Through this bewildered mind The uncertainty of what Must be thought and said Is the serenity about thee I speak of you with pride With love, with joy Thee Ovim, my Father land A beauty… Continue reading Ovim, my homeland
The Harmattan
In the morning before tea With natures best company, Trees, shrubs and rodents The warm air sifts about Like the whistling Nightingale Singing to the red Rose Now, the doors of the tent Must be opened for the airs Which comes with dried lips Which the kids lick all day Faces crack, voices deepen more… Continue reading The Harmattan
The River Niger
Have you seen the snake river That flows about the Savannah? The sun rays falls on it, And the whiteness woos the eyes The hippos and crocs love it The river pythons dwell about it A beckoning waterfall up the rocks And Mother Nature sings loudly, Always as she washes her garments On the clean… Continue reading The River Niger
Sweet breezes
Oh there are sweet breezes Come from the ocean And drawn by the wind about All over the little hamlet When the nights come The skies become gloomy And the trees shuffle Enjoying the romance of the air But the wind smilingly, silently Sieves thru, pushing the heat And making the lovers night chill The… Continue reading Sweet breezes
Shift from Professionalism to Creativity
Why do musicians, actors and comedians earn more than medical doctors, bankers, accountants and the rest of them professionals? Sometimes, what an active musician earns in a month is much greater than what an average doctor earns in a year! Even, they count in hard currency, I mean the entertainers. Why is this so? Will… Continue reading Shift from Professionalism to Creativity
Musing
When you sing, it seemed you were crying The darks corner stays A quiet night, one of singing Let the warmth of the song light my ways The hot sun of these times The winds of the blessed clouds The Harmattan with her garments All driving about in her chariots When you wake the next… Continue reading Musing
Musing: Dear Diary
The goodness of the Earth Lives only on the airs The primates up the swooshing trees Know it, they love it The goodness in man, woman Is all about efforts to be sincere Honesty, even at gunpoint An attitude void of selflessness The love of having an friend Of having a warmth in others heart… Continue reading Musing: Dear Diary
The baby in you
There’s much to a baby Not just the red crying face Nor the heart warming smiles And the little grasping fingers The innocence, the looks Different, distinguished to man Unknown to mother or father See the hairs Curly and black Dancing about All the time, The wind blows And leaves fall from the sky The… Continue reading The baby in you
Leaving home
I stand afar, With tearful eyes I think I saw you waving Up, up the grassy path Leading to the hills, you stood Perhaps smiling and nodding The setting sun on your back The heavy luggage hanging And all was just black Maybe, I knew not the pains That comes with leaving home The unshed… Continue reading Leaving home
Oh Africa
Oh Africa my love The land of many tongues Beautiful and blessed The land of the Ashanti, the Twi The sweet songs of the Zulu The many dialects of the Niger area The turbaned face saying ‘Sannu’ The pretty faces of maidens all around Dancing with the beats of the drum Giggling and letting their… Continue reading Oh Africa
The Lion sleeps
The nights are strange No growls, no grunting The nights are cold Not for the icy wind But for noisy beasts That prowl the night The scent of grass The dews on it And wet mattresses But the nights are strange And all seem to be glad Oh the Lion sleeps For Mandela
Tears of Children
The tears we shed, Now I have no more tears The world watch all die And really nobody cares The world is torn apart The little place we lived destroyed We have just our skin to save O the cries we shed The pain we see The humiliation of people The destruction of farms Of… Continue reading Tears of Children
Musing: I was scared
Oh I was scared, All the time I got into trouble And a memory of dads slap And all ministering birds taking flight! I was scared on the mirror That I could never belong, Yes ‘he’ is weird; an Elfy ear A grey eye and a strange look I was scared even, To walk down… Continue reading Musing: I was scared
Lullaby: Light rains
Tonight it showers outside Dark clouds all over the skies And a very strong wind Forcing itself thru the windows Pushing the cotton curtains away While a light rain falls Not a sound is heard But a swooshing wind And some pat-pattering Of stray raindrops Falling on the pavements outside And some, boldly on the… Continue reading Lullaby: Light rains
The Rising sun
The sun rises! Giving her warmth To all, rich and poor Throwing her light On the trees That shade little fauns The gloom is gone The clouds are blue And the birds are out Playing and surfing the air The weather is warm And the heat is on The sun rises Our crops rejoice The… Continue reading The Rising sun
Musing: To Thee Fairest
I shall listen to you Though you distract me The mirror is your pal And she like seeing your face When the days sleep And all seems to be blank In my mind and on my face Your face glow in the dark A light shining upon the night And the curves of your mouth… Continue reading Musing: To Thee Fairest
The Legend of Wawadomea: The Blue Horizon
The sunset drew a picture Which had lived with me For all my younger life A strange uproar heartfelt It was aye, very strange That aye, I mean I Will be amongst this lot This people forsaken kind of clan Living the life of a sea pirate Out in the weirdest part of the ocean… Continue reading The Legend of Wawadomea: The Blue Horizon
A Dust of Locust
Okechukwu Iroegbu A dark patch I saw from afar On a day the doors where left ajar A falling mist upon earth Greysome; a sight I loath The sun had seen much For I, never seen such Steven M Ross Sunlight still prevail Every emotion that you feel Like poetry is a bust So does… Continue reading A Dust of Locust
Love
Tomorrow looks faint At times we wonder What will happen next? What if the stars fall? Nature looks on, letting the rain Wash the greases off the machine The blood of blasted bodies and souls And feeds all into the rivers One wonders why infants Are destroyed, not a chance given A total future wiped… Continue reading Love
The Squirrels
A walk thru the tree forest A green serene park With trees hanging about Welcoming all, with the soft wind Playing the violin, Which hung on their branches And moving from here to there Dancing on the pathway Allowing us see the sun Thrice in a minute, Hiding all sweet creatures All my tree dwelling… Continue reading The Squirrels
The Wind
There’s coldness everywhere Up the forested hills, the wind surge Throwing up fallen tree leaves In a self heart gladdening sweep Down the hill, the hamlet wakes Pulling cardigans and all manner of rags To keep Warmth from fleeing The noises outside, of the busy wind Sweeping the village square And all the corners of… Continue reading The Wind
A tale of the lakeside 2
Once upon a quiet lakeside Where blue skies stay And very thick fog dwells With tall Figs hiding in them Hanging like towers There’s a riot of colors Down the valley When the sun rays fall On the forest below All turns to gold The clouds are not left behind They shine gloriously The water… Continue reading A tale of the lakeside 2
Heart broken
How times fly past How love fall apart And all life goes on Left alone on the sun Dancing the steps we use to Looking up for comfort Of the heart and soul Days are fast forgotten The suns warmth all lost The green life dark And nothing makes meaning But to recall the moments… Continue reading Heart broken
Africa
Oh Africa! The land of warriors Of Shaka the Zulu Land of great trees and waterfalls The Victoria and the Chad the Baobab and the Iroko A land of green forests With many faun and flora A goldmine, a pouting sky The wonders of Nature A setting sun in the evening Have you heard the… Continue reading Africa
Some Tales of the Wildwoods 2
There’s a land behind those hills Covered in the forest A green foliage; brushes and roots All the time the Clouds are blue And the king of the Forest Do fall in love with it When the cloud blushes It rains softly; mildly And the little creatures Which live in the land Look up to… Continue reading Some Tales of the Wildwoods 2
Poetale: Storm
It was evening In a little hamlet The skies were dark With all frowning grey clouds Gathering together for a talk But always when they do gather It only leads to mayhem And total disaster Because they would never agree To any discussed matter It all began with the rain Accompanied by a very strong… Continue reading Poetale: Storm
Nigeria
In the morning, the sun rises Above the horizons and cliffs And on the smiling faces on the farms The hope rises with the sun As the children roll out their bicycles To the tanned fields of the hamlet Followed by their pets, puppies and kittens A proud cloud draws a huge smile And on… Continue reading Nigeria
Musing: Loves Poetry
Many days loneliness Kept me from the world Sometimes I feel out casted From the grip of the world From this cruel, crooked world Nothing excites my fancy But you… Dear Lord You brought poetry to me You made it my dream Now as it came to me It made my life so beautiful Putting… Continue reading Musing: Loves Poetry
Lullaby
I will write a poem for you tonight Close your eyes and let your head rest Lay close to me and listen to my tale Do you feel the breezes shove our hair? The Fireplace refuses to loose out on the tale There’s only one explanation of this A light rain will help strike a… Continue reading Lullaby
A Tale of the Lakeside
Once upon a quiet lakeside Where blue skies stay And very thick fog dwells With tall Figs hiding in them Hanging like towers There’s a riot of colors Down the valley When the sun rays fall On the forest below All turns to gold The clouds are not left behind They shine gloriously The water… Continue reading A Tale of the Lakeside
Poetale: Story of Faith
Once upon a time In a land separated By a peaked hill With clouds gathering On its highest tops The other side of the hill Nests the only stream Which serves all, cattle, man The villagers must then Climb the hill which was hectic A whooping half days trek To get to the stream To… Continue reading Poetale: Story of Faith
Viva Africa!
Africa –my pride The land of husker corn Barley adorn your lengths And date palms embellish you The coasts in your waters Glitter with mother of pearls Signifying your just blood Salmon glide on in its might The land of Quasar drum And the… palm beer Your calabash is full of sorghum And millets grounded… Continue reading Viva Africa!
Dew
Early in the morning The sun stays home Taking care of her kids Letting the Heavenly dew rest There’s moist on vegetations; There’s moist on trees There’s moist on shrubs On grasses and the pans There’s moist on my hands As I give each flower a shake The skies are dark Painted with different shades… Continue reading Dew
Poetale: The Tortoise and The Dove
Before I tell this poetale let me describe the nature of the Tortoises character in African cultures. The tortoise is a reptile that lives on land. In African tales the tortoise is perceived as a cunny creature that finds a way to trick others. Now in Africa we sit beneath a trees shade listening and… Continue reading Poetale: The Tortoise and The Dove
The Dance
The tree shields many things It shields the squirrels It shields the birds And all that loves to see us dance It shields you It shields me It shields the little dance we do On moonlight nights With shadows cast on the sands It shields you It shields we When all is seated on the… Continue reading The Dance
Falling Leaves
There are leaves falling From the skies top Swinging about in a dance Rowing silently up and down When the orange sun sets And the sad squirrels sat On tree branches looking at The strange hues painted Across the skies horizon Also the little ants watch Though a sign had come It was time to… Continue reading Falling Leaves
Musing: The Wind
How cold it is tonight With very little warmth The frogs are happy outside They all had started their choir procession Singing with all croaky voices Dancing to the rhythm of it The wind blows heavily It has gripped the night And her cousin, cold Enjoys the evening ride With her ice cold fingers They… Continue reading Musing: The Wind
Dreams from the Front
The joy I left here with has gone It has grown wings and I knew not The direction of its flight Am terrified, I have no stories to tell anymore Each time a memory of holding your hands Comes to me, drops of tears roll down I can’t look into your face now You would… Continue reading Dreams from the Front
A prayer for you, mums
This is my prayer For you sweet mother I’ll sing for you And I’ll dance with you See my joy when I write for you And it’s because of you I remember those hands that held me Those hands that washed and fed me My desire in a dream Your smiles as in a golden… Continue reading A prayer for you, mums
Musing: Loneliness
A writers love is like a tree On a lonely roadside With no one to feel Or to sooth away some pain When the tree waves The leaves about on calm winds It says a lot But it is lonely And when the stubborn storms Shove it about, to and fro It stands but broken… Continue reading Musing: Loneliness
Deceptive pursuits
As we walk the void called life Wandering for things unknown Walking on deep darkness, Seeking much that others sought Blending into all strange hues Of hate, intolerance and wrath Understanding no religion, believing in bloodshed Fighting for some deity Maiming, killing, bombing And asking all questions why Staying hard from stepping on toes Getting… Continue reading Deceptive pursuits
The Warmth of Life
To my love My hearts desire My heart dances when it rains But the heat, the warmth I miss The trees wave all about the land And the white sea water rush- All foaming towards the earths frontier How pretty they are, How perfectly made The network of blue clouds Passing in a solitary march… Continue reading The Warmth of Life
Isuikwuato
Oh land of the brave The temperate, the strong The oneness of Nature The beauty all desire Oh dear humble African land The green forests of Amaeke With those daring masquerades Prowling about town On hot sleepy days Cloudy days; rain and sun Hills, ancient and fresh Streams running thru them Giving them some life… Continue reading Isuikwuato
Musing: The Rains Dilemma
Tonight it drizzles outside Quiet, solemn and calm And sitting on a bench Made of thick lumber Carved of the finest workman Under the shed of a Mahogany People rush about, here and there Papers fly up the sky And the cloud blackens, the more A scarecrow for all to see A bugle for home-retreating… Continue reading Musing: The Rains Dilemma
The Train
I see you pant Gasping for air As you climb the heights Chuuu, you say, Chuuuuuu! I wonder how it be How you muster such courage Such strength and majesty The children are happy to see you When your long snaky body Pulls through the length of the village ‘ChuuChuuuChuuu!’ they cry Though scared, they… Continue reading The Train
