Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Category: art

  • Serenade

    Busy bees are hairy and elegantThe wind sour with her fury flightRoses are red, honored by the breezeThe night shivers in this chilly sneeze For you, I’m a nightingale of twilightAnd I shall chant a serenade tonight

  • Harriet Tubman

    If you hear the dogs, keep going. If you see the torches in the woods, keep going. If there’s shouting after you, keep going. Don’t ever stop. Keep going. If you want a taste of freedom, keep going. Harriet Tubman Harriet Tubman (nicknamed Moses) was an African American born into slavery in Maryland, USA. She…

  • Little Thoughts

    silent thoughts on a quiet twilight of trodden paths, and marks left memories sport, cuddles soft, starry nights you and I – a team, lovebirds, to our silence listen, sounds only known to two cheerful hearts, the verge and onset

  • Love Poem: Tune of Bliss

    what do you perceive when you look into my eyes? is it an orbit formed from love where stars shine in the reverie? mornings maybe airy so curtains may dance, my arms are hairy so it’s a sheer thriller, now, I’ll let you know, you’re a creator of great happiness, for every time you smile…

  • Quote on Love

    True love is an honour, not everyone has got one.

  • Sounds (Of Water)

    Poetry may come in form of flowing water, That tells of no serious thing in particular; But about the few that wash others’ feet And the wild that calls the forest home, It chats of fauns that hide in crevices Where waterfalls are happy to fall in currents, Rushing, flowing in streams and slow rivers,…

  • Love Poem: She

    she wears pleasant flowersand bakes cakes of fine flourwhen she sings in the morningmy heart dance with her song

  • Night Is Getting Married

    The wind plays with my humble village When creatures of day crawl back home, The imminent storm tells no one of his arrival Young goats call to their mothers, And crying babies listen to the whine The barn is quiet but for the noisy wind The windows shake and rooftops dance Clouds are dark, no…

  • Go With The Wind

    Go where the wind goes, where sunset is gold, where hills, rise and fall and discover the world.

  • If Cards Tell Tales

    There are 52 cards in a deck and each one has a different story Judging Others People assume they know other people’s stories. So in their minds, they already judge people’s characters. Shrek, the 3D cartoon ogre, sadly affirmed that people judge even before getting to know him. This, of course, is because of his…

  • Hope

    When all seem lost, just look up, there you’ll find hope As the wind blew, no one knows exactly its direction or destination. But all one can feel is her affectionate breeze. Be hopeful, stay encouraged and never give up. Things take time, greater things take even more time. Is it not said that all…

  • Short Story: Umuosiala by John Okereke

    We all swarmed in pairs to the village square, strolling, briskly and for myriad bent octogenarians crawlingly. From all nook and cranny, villagers poured into the main footpath leading straight to the copious square like water from river tributaries. To an onlooker on the farms on either side of the almost narrow path, this flux…

  • Love Song

    I knew to love because of you Hold my hands, dear aficionado, let’s watch the shining stars drift Upon this lovely moonlight, this will remain our favourite moment

  • The Wind Cheers

    The Wind Cheers the wind cheers for meit dubs me great names,gives an account of tales,I missed in my absenceand let me dance with her airs.out in the tranquil forestwhere all elegant things roam,where all beautiful birds sing,and where memories encounterthe ancient, undulating altitudes,sits Ovim, my darling land!the land of bravery,the land of my father,and…

  • Three Brothers

    three lush brothers, firm upon torn boulders, wistful blue skies flying clouds sigh, tentacles as palms day made to warm these green brothers, yokes of sweet nectar, golden sunshine blotched lines, spiky front as arms familiar to harm

  • Let Love

    Power Of Selflessness The truth is, without love no valid progress can be made. It’s surprising to learn how powerful love is and how this power can change the world we live in. Consider that governments can sign humanitarian pacts and withdraw from them at the last minute or if offended, women and children rights…

  • Quote on Love

    A person with compassion prefers peace because violence does not stand a chance. Love perseveres; love is not proud. Kindness is one of the highest forms of love.

  • Midnight by Robin Bliss

    Waking from my sleepGlancing at the clock, it’s midnightThe witching hour I thinkLightheartedly to myself The night is still, quietNo traffic noise at allNo wind blowing noisilyQuiet and peaceful here Except for the breathingOf my beloved, sound asleepRaising myself on my elbowI kiss her lovingly on the head She murmurs something. still asleepI’m glad that…

  • Night Song

    when night decides to play a song it will be a throbbing lullaby on the roof, flying insects buzzing by the window tally to this exhilarating night sound, and howling from the wind, so deep resound, whereas the night is young

  • Quote: Love

    Love knows no colour or creed or nation. It’s a torch that, if appropriately harnessed, can heal and overcome anything – Oke Iroegbu.

  • Art: Ruhige Nacht

    Ruhige Nacht Variety is the spice of life, they say. So I’ve decided to give this blog post a title in German. If I was proficient in the language I would love to write the entire blog post in German. Ruhige Nacht is Quiet Night in English. If I was a European, I would be…

  • Home

    Home may be far awayBut the wind brings her memoriesI hear from the flight birdsI see it in the rain and sunshineI see it in the falling tree leavesAnd the little bug crawling up my sleeves From far away, I look backHope on my breast, I walkAgain, playing mirthful songs,A long, long way from home

  • A Hopeful September

    Hope is the faint light that keeps burning in our hearts even in profound darkness September is a month that means a lot to me. It reminds me of life and death. It’s my sober month. Someday I’ll find the courage to write about September’s significance to me. I’m grateful for everything. It was just…

  • Perception

    Just as a man thinks, so is he Here’s an image that tells a story. Take a thorough look. What does this picture story tell you? In this image, a cat paints a picture of himself. To achieve this he observes himself from the mirror. On the mirror, which also represents how others perceive him,…

  • Tale of The Night

    Once upon a time, it was a cold night And one of loneliness for three shepherds, Their melodies were the sheep glad bleating Their balcony was light with the stars up above In the distance, away from their little fiesta Forest wolves called to the rising moon The cold night’s grip was terrific this time…

  • Short Story: True Beauty

    the true beauty of the word beauty is felt when we see things differently… One Word – Different Opinions Everyone has a different notion about beauty. To me, beauty is a function of the heart. Beauty is everything that makes someone or a thing wholly pleasing, attractive, or acceptable. Hence, beauty goes beyond the physical.…

  • Joy

    Weeping may endure the night, joy comes in the morning let daybreak bring happiness, lookout and share this joyful self, there are many reasons to smile

  • Night Poem: Cold

    timid nightfall mosquito symphonies a faint music down the country road receding rainfall wailing babies, a caravan homesick out in the immense cold drenched wall wet mattresses midnight ticks but all homeless struggle in the cold

  • Footprints

    Footprints print quiet images On soft sands where immaculate is white Images are sometimes blurred And other times widespread Grains of sand ingrained on tracks Distort a dent on the regular sand A track to memory and sands of time

  • Beauty by Mike Noxaura

    A baby cooing A star is going nova The smile of a bride The blush of a teenage boy The laughter, unafraid of a grandma The solid advice of a grandpa The wind in the trees A tiger on the hunt The smell of sage and sweetgrass burning in a sweat lodge The peyote and…

  • Green Shade

    Greenlight Perfect shade When trees Serve as citadels On rough days

  • Reason

    There’s a reason that you are the one. When there are many motives and whatnot; in you, I found a reason to love again.

  • Africa’s First Story

    High up above the hills of Africa, the dark-winged clouds of the night were still folded above the village and surrounding valley. Man and the domestic animals that were his slept. But the antelope of the forest and the small fleet-footed gazelle were wide awake. In a short time, early morning dew descends from ancient…

  • Sweet Lemons by Njabulo N.

    Twists You may agree that lemons are not as sweet as they look. Some of the species are not just sour but bitter. When life gave us lemons, we learned to make lemonade and every poet knows how to paint this well. Enjoy this piece straight from eSwatini. Sweet Lemons I wish I could use…

  • Daylight Aura

    daylight aura keen tantrums distant flyers the sky is alive with joy a positive bird moment where singing greet the blue skies, bright days wed birds and firmaments and a pleasant symphony waits for all this morn of frolic & awed spectators

  • Cheer For Love

    I cheer you to this drama; not Romeo’s, nor Juliet’s, One for everyone, under the full glare of the setting sun tide So stand aside, and let this new dance learned to unfold, Come beloved, allow this moment to bless our lands, Let me tell love stories and prove how love can set all free

  • Silhouettes

    Shadows clone for good or evil Like a hefty hoe tilling the soft soil Her shadow strikes too at things dead Under the moon’s watchful eyes this land, Shadows of branches on the ground Were green trees during the noon Taunt timid skies overall, shining on fair nuns But they become the dark spells in…

  • Cold Night

    The cold night is no man’s friend we are taught, But lovely are impressions of fireflies and stars drifting about And with this quiet time, an extremely pleasant twilight

  • Thank You

    For My Beloved Followers Okay, so I’m writing you this love letter. To you, who is worthy of love and every good thing. It’s rainy this evening; those kinds of pleasant times I let my imagination on an expedition. Luck on me, the mild wind lets it soar on her invisible wings. In a world…

  • Lullaby: Night Rain

    Light rain, mild breeze, magnificent shower, Like the faint drums that usher in the noble, Faded lightning, a plethora of tiny drops Those that drench the backyard every night

  • Dialogue With The Storyteller 4

    Otii/Oyoo & Assumed Folk Characters Storyteller: Otii! Audience: Oyoo!! Storyteller: Some Igbo communities start their folklore session in that manner. This could be the equivalent of Ifochakpi and would usually be repeated until the audience shouts the loudest. What I do know is that the ifo in ifochakpi means tale in the Igbo language. The…

  • Beautiful Blossoms

    Beautiful August my favorite aura Large fruit trees blossoming around the countryside form a flower shelter, which also provides a spectacular view. The rains had gone for a break, stream and river levels recede. It’s August break. I noticed this morning, the petals were on the verge of blossoming. Now I must wait for handsome…

  • The Spider’s Tale and Song

    The Spider’s Tale Childhood classes taught a lesson on perseverance and diligence. This was a lesson that featured the little spider who never gave up and the overthrown king who learned to be resilient. I’ll retell the tale in simple words. Once there was a king who was ousted by his brother. He sat in…

  • Sonnet of The Day | William Wordsworth

    William Wordsworth Wordsworth is a fine English man whose poetic words are worth reading. Each time I read his poetry I think of him as a jockey of words. He is so elegant in his use of puns. His diction occurs so naturally that one can’t help but wonder. Below is a poem he composed…

  • Live

    We assume that tomorrow will always be there None of us is promised tomorrow. So we have to decide what happens with our lives. We must choose what we react to, how we see the world and what our pain will be. Ignoring all superficial things people do is the first item in the healing…

  • Home

    No matter where you go don’t forget home We may fly, live far away, Far away Papa sits, watching TeeVee Far away, I look back, I crave home’s love Far away, Mama makes tasty dinner Far away, My little ones – all home in my heart I send all my heart and love home

  • August

    august is a beauty, an aura and energy like a robust apple on the calm sun ripe august is a feeling, craving for winning past songs, no regrets the verge of an onset

  • Muse: Make You Smile

    Long before this nightfall, I’ll freestyle, just to see you smile.

  • Muse: Little Dancer

    Spread your palms, take my hands, Let’s break out from the circle, Hover about, see the morning smile, Tonight you will be my little dancer

  • Windy Music

    There uphill, music from the wind Arrive upon paths walked by the kind It’s a hymn for the simple-minded Piped in the day and late in the night The whistling wind conducts, From uphill the melody went Wandering with a rhythm so soft That the wild is attentive to it The dusk breeze is a…