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The Legend of Wawadomea: The Blue Horizon
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A Dust of Locust
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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…
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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…
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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…
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A tale of the lakeside 2
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Heart broken
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Africa
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Some Tales of the Wildwoods 2
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Poetale: Storm
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Musing: Loves Poetry
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Lullaby
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A Tale of the Lakeside
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Poetale: Story of Faith
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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
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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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The Duck: A Tale of the Lakes
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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