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A tale of the Christmas Eve
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Lullaby: Decembers’ rain
Fast falls the evening, mild breezes, cold rain, rinsing the dusty roof tops Dark clouds shadow the moon, the evening is left to wander alone, Trees bow to the swift wind; bending, twisting; left and right But the night was agog with life, the breezes an excuse for heavy sleepers A week before the heat…
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The call of the Stream: tributary of the crocodile river
1. Now I stand before you, great stream You tributary of the crocodile river Flowing from the hills, where no man knows To our gardens, where beautiful roses grow 2. I stand before you, Gods own living sculpture Carved off dust and loam, points of rocks With fine white waters falling from your top As…
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The Mountain
1 Oh beautiful sculpture Standing proud above the hamlet, Above the hills and valleys, Above whole rivers and rivulets Oh Gods creative masterpiece Drawing up grasslands and forests Painting greens and greys together Viewing fine pasture and hot deserts Oh great traditional edifice The guardian of our little hamlet, Protector of our flora and fauna…
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Musing: The Ostrich
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December Tides
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December, once again
Dry airs are your best emissaries They send fine dust flying into our eyes, And some minute debris thru the window curtains Heralding your descent, welcome O December! By the corner, under the trees shed We gather to feel your fresh breeze, Feeling the tree leaves dance happily Tumbling they went, falling with joy The…
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Psalm: A poem of Love
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The Tomato’s tale
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Musing of a Lover
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When I love…
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The path to Harvest
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The Rainbow, 1st
1 The rainbow is my favorite color Her beauty radiates upon the cloud Dressed like a man wearing a talisman Savoring the scent of the sweet airs, A mirage because the rain won’t fall after all 2 There sits the rainbow across the firmaments Watching quietly, observing the rules of the airs Belittling the heights of…
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My muse: Rejoice
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Love Poems: My musing
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September, the 14th
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Natures Image
Nature, glad tidings Joint tryst of flora and firmament Aging with time, the waters tide rise and fall Green is the color of the small forest shedding the sea Come to the deep, blue surf, dolphin and seals fine paradise Nature paints amazing images from the valley to the hills From the forests to desert…
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The Hideout
Only voices speak now, wind surge bring their words Birds chatter up the trees, nothing but quiet silence Dews hidden on tree leaves fall, tapping into a mock pool While the bass-throated toad grunt softly at the dancing tree leaves Sometimes the tree leaves fall in circles, gathering solemnly The wind pushing them about, at…
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Sunset: Ride of Nature
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Musing: Countryside
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Morning Poem
Lavenders, gardens, the fair butterfly Gold, sun rising across the blue sky Quietness, serene green forest, birds calling Yawn, a kick and high hopes waking The warmth of the sun, glittering across the fields Buzzing bees, smooth sailing airs, some wildlife Smell of burning food, hawks hunting for food in the hamlet Warm airs rush…
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Rainmaker Tales, the first
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Rain on the Window
I love the sound of the rain when it hits the windows When the multitude descend down from the Heavens Splattering, hitting the Earths crust, smashing the clay Throwing up sweet scents, one unaccustomed to man The sounds create a regular rhythm which sings a lullaby Soothing are the rains words, mild are her amazing…
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Your eyes
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Muse: Morning in the rain season
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Sunrise in Enugu
Alas the sun rise above the clouds Without the mild weather all seem hot Above the hills, greened with vegetation And roof tops, which brown is tanned The clouds blue upon the long firmament Draw very friendly and smiling apparitions One that will definitely see the sun set Birds fly, trees swoosh, the airs sing…
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A muse: God’s Love
Songs of the night, sweet lullabies for the days toil Messages from Heaven, refined touch of God’s goodness Whistling from the neighboring pines and wide eyed owls All call out to the quiet night, strange, quietly hopeful Dreams are cut out on plates of wet marble Left to dry out in the open sun, like…
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Musing: The howling wind
I hear the wind howl through the gaps, Through the minute holes which stayed in the walls Pushing, hissing it went, pushing the books on my laps Turning the pages without my consent, winning it all The wind disturb the happy quiet night Making the room look like a party hall While I tried gathering…
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Tudun Amba, Lafia
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Musing: Very Hello
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Musing: Besides the Waterfall