Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

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  • A Windy Tale

    There are nights that the world stays calm Quiet, silent not even a time of wink or snare A time, poets stay alone in thought Wondering what others see as absurd Unnecessary, awful and undeserved The lines read in the mind Draws a quieter person Turns the mind to a great arena, A giant field…

  • A run in the rain

    The clouds are crying The lines of silver Wash off the dark clouds There was no moon today No stars either Just I and nature The pattering bash on my head On this night I was naked as I came The raindrops beat me In a soothing understanding The colds ate into my flesh Grasping…

  • The Messenger

    Kokookoroko kokorokoro A greeting called from afar The children ran out excited As if the message was for them But then who knows? Heads up, listen attentively Komkom korookom Another beat rang out Pushing the mild hit Into the ears of even the heaviest village sleeper ‘Oh how cute, it is one of the Kings…

  • Musing: Strange Loneliness

    One creaky windy night, By the house near the riverside Stood a tree, solemn and queer Standing like a sword wielding knight Posing to take a decisive blow Bending on strange parts, different The branches full of green algae, Stood like the muscles of Hercules And its rough body smeared with sap Patches of a…

  • Back from traveling

    All the while I sat on a bus My mind was already with you Dreaming all I could see When I arrive to your embrace Oh beautiful tree Standing solemnly outside By my room window Waving her green leaves When the Night comes with her breeze Making melody for me Singing a cool lullaby But…

  • Help me get there!

    Dear poetry friend and family. I was shortlisted for a poetry contest in Nigeria. I seek your support and help by reading, voting(by sharing the poem on your Fbk or twitter) and asking your friends to share the poem. I need to make this poetic breakthrough, I need your support. Thanks and God bless you.…

  • Cold Harmattan

    If there comes a knock on the door Don’t be in a hurry to answer For there goes a strong wind Rushing about the dry cloud A very strange bust of air Roaming the streets, the fields Pulling leaves, and sand along Dancing on the pathway leading to the hamlet Painting faces with all white…

  • The Seeker

    I see a golden ray Giving light from afar Up the lonely road Near the cliffs edge Where the leaves fall in circles Caring about nothing As they fall, happily And the skies not to be seen But a sieve of the suns light Falling thru the waving trees Now and then, The rodents of…

  • The way

    Love stands watching, With eyes deep red Tears running down As a stream on a slope Wetting the land on its rush A clear spring water But then no one to drink For men thirst not again There’s a land full of sorrow Strife, hunger, riot and war The world knows no peace We hate…

  • Musing: my mood

    The love I have I can’t really tell The wind blows The trees dance The flicker of hope Dwelling in me hops In my heart, lives joy Seeing the clouds white And the sun shine Hearing from the Egrets And the mooing cattle Sitting amidst my street kids Playing soccer in the fields And waking…

  • Musing: my Poetry

    Strange if we may ask Have you ever fallen in love, To see the beauty in what you do? The light in my heart Comes from painting poetry The Lord had given me this And I shall not let go Oh poetry my dearest My very heart throb The smiles you bring to me, I…

  • Shift from Professionalism to Creativity

    Why do musicians, actors and comedians earn more than medical doctors, bankers, accountants and the rest of them professionals? Sometimes, what an active musician earns in a month is much greater than what an average doctor earns in a year! Even, they count in hard currency, I mean the entertainers. Why is this so? Will…

  • Musing

    When you sing, it seemed you were crying The darks corner stays A quiet night, one of singing Let the warmth of the song light my ways The hot sun of these times The winds of the blessed clouds The Harmattan with her garments All driving about in her chariots When you wake the next…

  • Musing: Dear Diary

    The goodness of the Earth Lives only on the airs The primates up the swooshing trees Know it, they love it The goodness in man, woman Is all about efforts to be sincere Honesty, even at gunpoint An attitude void of selflessness The love of having an friend Of having a warmth in others heart…

  • Leaving home

    I stand afar, With tearful eyes I think I saw you waving Up, up the grassy path Leading to the hills, you stood Perhaps smiling and nodding The setting sun on your back The heavy luggage hanging And all was just black Maybe, I knew not the pains That comes with leaving home The unshed…

  • The Lion sleeps

    The nights are strange No growls, no grunting The nights are cold Not for the icy wind But for noisy beasts That prowl the night The scent of grass The dews on it And wet mattresses But the nights are strange And all seem to be glad Oh the Lion sleeps For Mandela

  • Tears of Children

    The tears we shed, Now I have no more tears The world watch all die And really nobody cares The world is torn apart The little place we lived destroyed We have just our skin to save O the cries we shed The pain we see The humiliation of people The destruction of farms Of…

  • Musing: I was scared

    Oh I was scared, All the time I got into trouble And a memory of dads slap And all ministering birds taking flight! I was scared on the mirror That I could never belong, Yes ‘he’ is weird; an Elfy ear A grey eye and a strange look I was scared even, To walk down…

  • Musing: To Thee Fairest

    I shall listen to you Though you distract me The mirror is your pal And she like seeing your face When the days sleep And all seems to be blank In my mind and on my face Your face glow in the dark A light shining upon the night And the curves of your mouth…

  • The Legend of Wawadomea: The Blue Horizon

    The sunset drew a picture Which had lived with me For all my younger life A strange uproar heartfelt It was aye, very strange That aye, I mean I Will be amongst this lot This people forsaken kind of clan Living the life of a sea pirate Out in the weirdest part of the ocean…

  • 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…

  • Heart broken

    How times fly past How love fall apart And all life goes on Left alone on the sun Dancing the steps we use to Looking up for comfort Of the heart and soul Days are fast forgotten The suns warmth all lost The green life dark And nothing makes meaning But to recall the moments…

  • Africa

    Oh Africa! The land of warriors Of Shaka the Zulu Land of great trees and waterfalls The Victoria and the Chad the Baobab and the Iroko A land of green forests With many faun and flora A goldmine, a pouting sky The wonders of Nature A setting sun in the evening Have you heard the…

  • Some Tales of the Wildwoods 2

    There’s a land behind those hills Covered in the forest A green foliage; brushes and roots All the time the Clouds are blue And the king of the Forest Do fall in love with it When the cloud blushes It rains softly; mildly And the little creatures Which live in the land Look up to…

  • Poetale: Storm

    It was evening In a little hamlet The skies were dark With all frowning grey clouds Gathering together for a talk But always when they do gather It only leads to mayhem And total disaster Because they would never agree To any discussed matter It all began with the rain Accompanied by a very strong…

  • Nigeria

    In the morning, the sun rises Above the horizons and cliffs And on the smiling faces on the farms The hope rises with the sun As the children roll out their bicycles To the tanned fields of the hamlet Followed by their pets, puppies and kittens A proud cloud draws a huge smile And on…

  • Musing: Loves Poetry

    Many days loneliness Kept me from the world Sometimes I feel out casted From the grip of the world From this cruel, crooked world Nothing excites my fancy But you… Dear Lord You brought poetry to me You made it my dream Now as it came to me It made my life so beautiful Putting…

  • Lullaby

    I will write a poem for you tonight Close your eyes and let your head rest Lay close to me and listen to my tale Do you feel the breezes shove our hair? The Fireplace refuses to loose out on the tale There’s only one explanation of this A light rain will help strike a…

  • A Tale of the Lakeside

    Once upon a quiet lakeside Where blue skies stay And very thick fog dwells With tall Figs hiding in them Hanging like towers There’s a riot of colors Down the valley When the sun rays fall On the forest below All turns to gold The clouds are not left behind They shine gloriously The water…

  • Poetale: Story of Faith

    Once upon a time In a land separated By a peaked hill With clouds gathering On its highest tops The other side of the hill Nests the only stream Which serves all, cattle, man The villagers must then Climb the hill which was hectic A whooping half days trek To get to the stream To…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • The Dance

    The tree shields many things It shields the squirrels It shields the birds And all that loves to see us dance It shields you It shields me It shields the little dance we do On moonlight nights With shadows cast on the sands It shields you It shields we When all is seated on the…

  • Falling Leaves

    There are leaves falling From the skies top Swinging about in a dance Rowing silently up and down When the orange sun sets And the sad squirrels sat On tree branches looking at The strange hues painted Across the skies horizon Also the little ants watch Though a sign had come It was time to…

  • 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…

  • Dreams from the Front

    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 I can’t look into your face now You would…

  • A prayer for you, mums

    This is my prayer For you sweet mother I’ll sing for you And I’ll dance with you See my joy when I write for you And it’s because of you I remember those hands that held me Those hands that washed and fed me My desire in a dream Your smiles as in a golden…

  • Musing: Loneliness

    A writers love is like a tree On a lonely roadside With no one to feel Or to sooth away some pain When the tree waves The leaves about on calm winds It says a lot But it is lonely And when the stubborn storms Shove it about, to and fro It stands but broken…

  • 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…

  • The Warmth of Life

    To my love My hearts desire My heart dances when it rains But the heat, the warmth I miss The trees wave all about the land And the white sea water rush- All foaming towards the earths frontier How pretty they are, How perfectly made The network of blue clouds Passing in a solitary march…

  • 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…

  • Musing: The Rains Dilemma

    Tonight it drizzles outside Quiet, solemn and calm And sitting on a bench Made of thick lumber Carved of the finest workman Under the shed of a Mahogany People rush about, here and there Papers fly up the sky And the cloud blackens, the more A scarecrow for all to see A bugle for home-retreating…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • The Journey

    Dreams grow Winds blow There’s a dust on me Cos I’ve been away On a journey To a land far away A journey To a land of honey An epitome of beauty A home to my raging fury I’ve been away to A land of hills Of great vast lands A land of brave warriors…

  • Musing: Aye a Pirate

    Down by the waterside I ached for a ride Then came a tiny canoe sail Rollin its small tail Mind you sailor I-the wielder of the Ockrentor The ‘craziest’ poet And can you him beat? I dream I believe He sparingly revved Life has made me a panther I a lynx do be rather He…

  • Maker of Poetry

    Now poetry had it all A way of life, dreams and fancy When we wake, it sings At bedtime it comes around In the fields, in the airs On the back of the Camels On automobiles on the streets It is on the food we eat Can you hear it pray ‘eat me?’ The fishes…

  • Under the Baobab

    Tonight we will sit under the Baobab To scratch each others back And we shall let all the children Gather about us, happily Tonight the moon shall visit us With his smiles and dimples And a tale shall be told With all sleepy eyes listening Tonight the squirrels will listen As we tell of great…