Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Author: Oke Iroegbu

  • 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 stormy. The gray linings of the clouds wore out as the firmament passed. The trees swirled in a wild dance. The fallen leaves leaped up in joy. The imminent wind had come to play to the tune of Nature’s fury: the wind, the rain, and the lightning. 2 The previous…

  • 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…

  • Dreams from the Front

    Originally posted on Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places: 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…

  • Haiku: The Bridge

    What is more beautiful than to build bridges To bring two different worlds together To bring in two nations to one embrace To bring land over a wide spread of water?

  • A tale of Poetry

    When poetry came upon the Earth There was but a very little A clan full of self-hate The lengths of the Earth grew brittle And many foundations could”nt hold The forests were full of heart wrenching thorns The deserts with man hungry cactus, so bold That the dreams of men lay forlorn The Whistling pines…

  • Muse: This Night

    One look of things here, now The world would seem so absurd The love I hid in my heart years back Comes to play on my wild fancies This is not my normal poetry per se, I wouldnt classify it as thus. i have had a clash somewhat with someone I really find fascinating and…

  • A farmers smile

    The days work is done The farmer return with smiles The mother hold the little one And welcome him who labor The infant grips the fathers arm Afraid not to let go A lullaby from this voice he waits for “All is well” A tale of farmlore The strength of the farmer Gone beyond the…

  • Haiku: God Everywhere

    On the day that breaks forth On the blue clouds up the skies On the surprised stare of an infant There is God everywhere

  • The Winds Tale: A call of the Hills

    The call of the hills… On a night dark as pitch We stay listening to the swooshing trees And the strange call up the hills… A tornado of wind come surfing down Pushing the brushes and woods apart Sending both man, child and pets scrambling Tall and strong wild palms bend double Threatening to crush…

  • Angels

    It becomes heavily cloudy The Lord lets it rain On the bosom of the rich and poor The suns ray beat us all this while Scorching she is, but our vegetables grow In the heat of sleepless nights The Nights calm airs come upon us They give the warmth we desire Sometimes the cripple on…

  • Haiku: Golden Corn

    The season has come The mild sun has gone The day is mild across the fields The Corn is beheld

  • Musing: The Love I have

    I found love in the air I breath Love in the waving trees Love in life, wild and close Love in a friendly dogs stare In the dark blue skies I found love in your eyes I found love loving Love in giving And love in being with Nature Now I found love today! Guess…

  • Wonder says I

    15.10.08 If men were to create themselves, Then mirrors shall become gladiatorial arenas, And the Earth, an epitome of cruelty. If ants could build skyscrapers, Though centuries it must take, yet it would portray Nature’s wisdom. If crocodiles were to be executioners, in moments, crooks become stories, but for criminals there would be none. If…

  • Three Poems

    The Sunflower rests on the bark of the tree Blushing on the fate of the lover bee The strange buzzing love rant As she wonders what he really wants The fog lay blinding the way The cloud, blue with lovely apparitions Letting her bridegroom show the way As the winds sang the adoration The fragrance…

  • Lullaby: The Rain on the Roof

    The night’s cloud is ripe, Full of Heaven’s dew to give, Raindrops on our faces to wipe, And to our beds’ warmth we cleave.

  • Muse: Out in the Sunshine

    Once out in the sunshine We happen to see wonderful things Things strange and old Things new and rare We feel the warmth The scorch of the Sun And the Heavens shower On our light and fair skin Dawn approaches and I will miss you Your warmth, the heat and your embrace Though the high…

  • The meaning of: a Diamond

    Dreams are plans come true in the mind … Set to manifest in the future … Bound by strings of faith Perseverance, courage, and determination. Then comes a taste from within … Boiling up a bowlful of ideas … A spirit for clear values A culture of modern innovations. Inspirations are high and higher ……

  • Haiku: Love

    When there was love I saw the white clouds Clear like the sweet spring Leaping in joyful haste

  • A Lovers Delight

    Thoughts of you stay in me The plays in my heart The love I see in your eyes The mornings are beautiful We wake beside each other The Golden sun shines on the curtains And all shall be well

  • The Legend of the Cretian Minotaur

    The King of Athens killed the son of Minos, King of Crete. In revenge, Minos conquered Athens and forced its King to send him seven youth and seven maidens every year as a tribute. These victims were then sent into a huge maze, or labyrinth on an island where they were devoured by a monster,…

  • The Summer’s Tale

    When summers arrive The flowers bloom in red and pink The clouds are proud under a mild sun Joy brings hope, connecting the bridges The green fields grow We see farmers sowing. The summer leaves change hue Blowing a hearty kiss While her cold, monstrous nephew Comes to take what was once bliss The nights…

  • The Clan and The Day

    So the sun rise quietly Behind the hill in the hamlet A smile spreads across the clan Children, pets: dogs and cats Boys with catapults and traps Girls with baskets for water Men gather, ready for a hunt And the women make soup So the day wakes the clan And the clan makes the day

  • Who I Love

  • Haiku, from The Descendants of The Rainmakers

    Say Hoolarliboe And with words We could make Somethings beautiful

  • Musing: Cold Mornings

    Cold morning Monster weather Heaven filters in Her dew and airy lather We stare, we shake The cold kept us awake

  • Lost Love

  • The Descendant, a rains incantation

    The rain falls softly It falls light on me And it minds not why Amazed of such One of uncertainty Of the rain drops falling On I who was a bloodline Break the kola Wave the palm frond Call the wind, and … And listen carefully For the mother of the rain Muster some courage…

  • Lullabic

    Now I will be your cook tonight Tell me what you desire most Anything, rice, pies or Turkish delight? Now I will be a carpenter, why not? To mend the boards and all things Do good, get me my hammer and mallet Now I will be a stone, nay a rock You can call me…

  • The Old Man and The Bulb

  • Musing: The Sugar Ant

    I wonder how you sniff out my sugar The trails to my little cupboard stands The taste beckons to you, And when I return from my issues, weary I see you and your brethren Mocking my ever precious sugar!

  • Haiku: To A Heart That Beats My Rhythm

    Now I dont know why Why I am so fond of you How my nights go by And all I do, I think of you

  • Under the Mango Tree, a childhood Tale

    When nights come We run around We play about We sing to the Moon And she blushes all the while When the nights come The crickets call out From hidden “shriekadels” A fortress of hope Portraying the beauty of the night When nights come We see the bats fly In haste to somewhere We watch…

  • Happie Birthdae text to a brother and mentor- Mr John O. Iroegbu

  • Another Tree Tale, before now

    Now you stand like a king, Like a hermit crab with her pincers, Waving strange, curvy branches above my head. Just with a slight sway, your leaves pat my hair. The hot sun searches for someone to scorch, But under you, all little fauna find solace— A citadel of cool breezes and life! Now I…

  • Home coming: freestyle

    The strange rains fall Leaves fall in circles With a back on the wall I watch the Wrestlers debacle Now the quietness falls on me Solemn, it seems today Chatting, what a boring day it be For my home beckons far away

  • Haiku: Silver Curse

    As it all came with the Word A message, all bles-sed Judas betrayed the Lord And silver was cur-sed

  • Breaking the Igbo Kola Nut

    God our tryst makerOur lover and He who knows allChineke m, ke bi nigwe!Maker of the UniverseHe whom fetches water with a basketTo disgrace the bucketHe who whips us with one handAnd consoles us with the otherHe who stills a raging seaHe who made the Kola nutThe King of all foods!We come to You, our…

  • the Farmer

    What beautiful things a farmer can be The late night he dreams of his cattle The other days dream was for the pigs And always the sweet music of the farm Comes to him as an embrace What beautiful things a shepherd can do At the call of the Rooster, early morning He, off his…

  • Pensive

    What shall we say Now at this fine moment of May That we stand on this wet clay Watching the Sun leave the day? Now the leaves fall and fade In the streams, we quietly wade And to our past we solemnly bade Welcoming the future which the Creator made The dark clouds grow and…

  • Poetry as genuine as it should be, Part 1

    Poetry is like we humans, existing on earth. Each poem is like one different man out of the billions. You do not expect it to look exactly like the other. It has its own uniqueness different from others. Poetry need not be lengthy or very short, it must not be like Shakespeares work, it must…

  • A Psalm, of Oke Iroegbu

    I am writing a poem about you For a well blessed day it was You made the skies dark blue And such a lovely day gone pass Today I was heavily stressed My eyes weak and dreary To find my way to bed I pray you, dwell with me We all are thankful to Thee…

  • Midnight Thought

    Once upon a midnight dreary, As I pondered, weak and weary, The night was grim, and all was damp. Swarms of fly-filled insects surrounded my lamp, And out there, the trees stood like Halloween ghosts, Waiting to strike, standing lightly on the dust. The clouds shone; Zeus was trying out his new lamp. His matchsticks…

  • Lost Love