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The Dance
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Falling Leaves
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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…
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Dreams from the Front
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A prayer for you, mums
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Musing: Loneliness
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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…
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The Warmth of Life
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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…
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Musing: The Rains Dilemma
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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…
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Musing: All Things Beautiful
Queues of tiny cute rabbits Unperturbed and playing in the corn fields Eagles watching patiently over them Neon-lit streetlights in the dark Scents of the Rose and the Marigold Calls of the Patridges across the forested waterfalls Emeralds dressed in flower-smiles Yesterday was fast snoring, again Cakes of snow; Hopes beautiful painted in artful sceneries…
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A Run In The Rain
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Church Boy
1. The church clock-bell dings On light morning sundays Waking the hamlet, the neighborhood Solemn, pink and sunny day A reverenced time, absolute All roads lead to the Lords House Pulling strange flowers on the way As the morning sun wakes from his slumber The clouds let the airs pull us about Leading us to…
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Our African Heritage
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The Journey
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Musing: Aye a Pirate
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Maker of Poetry
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Under the Baobab
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The Legend of Wawadomea
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Cold Nights
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So Long A Dreamers Joy
The sun gave its last smile Then went to sleep for the day Cool wooing sea breezes wash thru Sending an emissary notice To the gleefully shining stars On a night many wondered about The moon happy as he seemed Searched the beautiful glades in haste Looking for ones love –his love Once, more crickets…
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A Tale of the Lakes: The Duck
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Farewell
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Night rain 2
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Another Musing
The air blows out there And it shoves my friend around Here, a cricket calls out mildly Thru its dark hidden caves And light moths congregate on my lamp dancing excitedly Forgetting too soon the dangers of the lamps prisoner There’s no moon tonight The clouds were usually quiet Now and again, the Wind bullies…
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To thee Fairest
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Rain drums
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A Tale of the Trees
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Soar with you
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Lullaby
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Poetry in the morning
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A Haiku: Nature’s Drum
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A Muse
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A Tale of the Wildwoods 2
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Sunshine on my face
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Anne Frank
Originally posted on Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places: See how the blue skies smile Watch the Sun fall beneath the cliff Greet Le Chambon when you pass by Thank all for their humanity, corn and beef I wonder why the Vegetations are green And all beautiful beans are green And should our hearts…
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A Call At The Future
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By the Lakeside
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Blood and Flags
Remember… These words that fall from me My knees are bent in prayers Tearful, shaking lips and nostrils Caution has let hope breed in me Though these days turn sour In lands where we once played But; is hope gone for real? Media, machines and man Inseparable pairs of destruction Seems they kill more When…
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My Sun
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A Night with a Cricket
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Beautiful Dreams
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A Tale of the Wild Seas 1: Greece
Twenty and some months I laid on this white Sands of timeless times; a work of the tireless Tide A replica of the burnt downtrodden Arena of the Gladiators stand The home of a thousand sea creatures A scenario of reverend sweet breezes And calmly folded waters rolling in unison A stubborn mud stuck to…
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Snowy Xmas
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Dawn
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Was I Part of This?
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A night rain
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A lonely Dream