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The Flock
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Dear Rendezvous
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Love Song
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Colors, the First part
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Wealth of Summer
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Diligence
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A Tale of The Wild Woods 3: Summer Returns
And when the beautiful summer happened to come… Upon the glades and vales of the wildwoodsThe Mountain stood quietly by the forest sideSniffing the sweet smell come from fresh growing flower shrubsThe happy birds come flying back homeFollowed by all pretty insects and the boar herdThe skies are tinted with blue skirmishSometimes it seemed it…
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Thoughts on Loneliness
Being lonely is by no means a wrong or painful venture. It doesn’t suggest that someone is unwanted in the society or is running the isolationist policy. Infact, being lonely most times creates the atmosphere for self reflection, for self discovery and for quiet times. Some times we hear introverts say a lot about loving…
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Obedience
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Memories built on You
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The Travelers Tale
Traveling out of the city to find some solace, Passing through forests and undulating hills, And through grasslands and indigenous settlements To the countryside, where exists true connection, The ever green forests stretched out with the curvy roads Guiding the driver, who seemed to be awed by the scenery Up the skies, hawks scaled the…
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Palm wine
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My Shoes (They fit me alone) by Franklin Onuoha
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What Love can do
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You can win
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Happy birthday to me
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Let’s dance in the Rain
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Cheerful Friends
Cheerful friends are much more, They contribute to our happiness And joy through their benevolence Memories of their actions Bring warm feelings and always soft, So we feel secured with their thoughts Cheerful friends are like young tendrils They grow with love and are selfless Even in one’s grieve, they bond to purchase When our…
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Fatigue
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Muse: To the end of the Day
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Greatness
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Rising Sun
1 I peered through my window pane The morning sun rose radiantly And from a distant plane A smile appeared so glowingly 2 Alas the golden sun arrives trifle shy With the clouds she sailed Growing above the valleys and heights And upon all who on Earth dwelled *** Commentary: This piece is a collaboration…
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Tradition: Breaking the Igbo Kola nut 2 (Iwa oji Igbo)
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Muse: The rains and wet clay
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Lust
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Global warming
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When the Sun rises
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Musing: Lazy Day
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Sunset
Clouds float, birds fly away A family of rodents rush home The airs dry, so ends the day But the night was just starting The wind quietly blow about Trees welcome the disturbance Heavens Providence, fine sun set Happy times, sweet melodies The dark parts of the firmament Reminds of the travelling sun Going, moving…
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July, 2017
July, Sweet breezes, mild rain Nature’s healing tune, The sun rise thru the hills Painting the whole land gold Dreamy feels of the poets will Fall into circles, flatly bold A happy morning comes, shy Across the fine horizon New beginnings beckon to the skies When clouds flew to oblivion Welcome July, Heavens gift Send…
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Remind me of the Rain

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Nature’s Ride

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Dear June
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Muse: Setting sun
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Natures Poem
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Muse: Love
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Lullaby, The Winds
When the humble evening quarreled with the travelling day It turned out not to be wise, for the aftermath brought grim dismay The aftermath, a heavy storm came riding on her way She pulled stuff along, anything that went astray Tearing, pushing against the curtained doors and windows Flirting with the wind, so that the…
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Amuse: I
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Two Musings; Your smile and African nights
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Muse: Your Love
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Muse: Midnights
Midnights are caricatures of dreams Like the quick mist upon the morning Licking the forest tree lines and city skylines Sometimes it stands like a smoke phantom with a dagger And mouth wide agape as like a dying strangled cockerel Sometimes they come airy, with mild words, softer Maybe with some rain, which makes all…
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Soul of Poetry
” Poetry haunts my soul Poetry flies thru the thickets, On a hot desert drive Daring the mamba to come dance With the cunny hawks hovering the sky” 1. Masked tribesmen bother the Lions sleep, huuthuut- hututu Down the thickets of the bushland strange music of the birds play They sing, they say… Wai-oo, wai-oo…
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Teach my Heart
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Tree Leaves Falling
Now the tree leaves fall before us, dancing with the wind they somersault Time flies, memories fade, goodness lives and the day goes spent The tree leaves fall beside us, with the wind she danced, possessed, carefree While her brethren watched her swirl about, with the flirty wind on the tree The tree house the…
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Musing: Ke’di’ke