Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

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  • Musing: Quiet nights

    Quietly the night simmer away like the puff on a smokers cigarette Darkness envelop the dying day for the golden sun was long set Hot are the airs that blow this evening and quietly from my little closet My ears lay low, humbly listening to the barking dogs on the city outskirt Night birds, insects…

  • Musing: Candle Light

    Night falls Sleep calls My candle light dance, hovering madly before me Careless of its nakedness, careless of her waywardness Yet there was very little wind here, rather a swift breeze Coming now and then, but the candle light danced The corner of the room stood, darkened behind me My silhouette forming a union with…

  • A Shepherds Lullaby

    Another evening, another night The day is gone fast asleep All about is darkness, moonless Safe from stars, up and white Which shone upon the sheep And upon the Shepherds stress Always, it is airy in the country The folklore is the peoples joy Now and then, the bard came For boys and girls, it…

  • Three Musings: Poetry, Walk in my Dreams and My Tree House Library

    1 Poetry Records; minutes of past and fun memories flood in, sad and happy Creating; nothing but me again and again, I rather be me still Poetry: one beautiful happy thing that gladdens me It dances in my soul, it is much my own, my freewill 2 Walk in my Dreams Yes, you told me…

  • Sweet Breezes

    Sweet breezes, heavens ride to and fro, home and wild By the town and countryside surge of fresh air, quick, mild Sweet breezes, soaring scentless like the fair English countess Immaculately dressed, spotless dancing, joyful- happily remorseless

  • The moon and night plays

    Yells, cries of children disturb the nights silence In the moonlight they dance, they play in the distance Casting shadows upon the lonely tree’d pathway Tumbling on sands, caring not for neither man nor scorpion They make figures, people and tall castles of clay Happily they yell, desiring nothing under the queer moon Meanwhile the…

  • The African Dawn

    ** A slope of rounded hills Black against the horizon Threatening the sun with its fierce thrust With thin clouds streaking across the sky ** The clouds underbellies glow reddish hue The morning warmth fighting the heady moon Wide plains stretched, savannah grass paradise Sometimes lonely trees stand with the yellow grass Ancient, raw, the…

  • An African Lullaby

    Come closer, come hear the song I must sing this night Come let us sit under the mango, let us enjoy the moon light, The sweet breeze that seem like that of the quiet riversides Which flows freely, running in peaceful haste thru the wild The cold day took her toil on our strength But…

  • Art of the Mind

    Colors are exotic, beautiful when they are seen and ‘felt’ Shadows- shades, the blue skies and the sun when she set Wandering bees, yellow and black buzzing about The black wasp making holes by the wood post Camels stand like mad men who either forgot themselves or their ways On the sands, come views of…

  • Amuse: February Harmattan

    Harbinger of Sahara news, king of the queer dust I hail you Your entourage of heavy sand storms and dunes Display her works of art on our glass windows and faces You give us wonderful attire, a ghostly look We wonder, we make guesses of why you love the dust She paints everything; flowers, careless…

  • Musing: Sweet and Sour

    Bent, folded I returned to my own self Baking in the euphoria of failed love itself Shivers accompany thoughts, rented worries Revived just to welcome the sad, old self Moments are lost when smiles were love, When winks, faces said how much I cared Transform me back, if I have no soul at all Let…

  • A muse: Sunset

    Shadows Fall behind the mud huts They paint soulful images, Like the web tent of a black widow Hanging like a carefree skeleton And the brown stains from hands Old or fresh which design the walls Silhouettes Fall behind the palm trees They draw strange figures, One like the village masquerade which dance heartily on…

  • February

    Sold to the warm white clouds and suns heat, To the golden hue, shared across the firmaments Across the fields where grows the yellow wheat Came a new born, a new beginning, a new month To the East and West, to the North and the South It came, striving, growing, standing, blest February retells stories…

  • A Muse: When morning comes

    When morning came Fresh was the flowers smell Through the window it came And over the little well That sit lonely each day To where my body lay When the morning came The clouds woke from sleep And the sun doing the same Dew dance off, early birds sip Fine pockets of white Heavens own…

  • Ina Murna

    The song on my lips are ones of rejoicing and dancing Come don’t mind the sand storm that bother our gathering My voice is not enough to sing, come join me make merry See the green fields and fine birds have no sorrow, no worries Smile the whole world waits to hear your tale Do…

  • Lullaby: Moonshine

    ”Where there is shine, there is a way…” Take a walk through the pathways that lead to the village center Pass the heavily treed garden of sour grapes and locust bean And the ever singing Pines that border the town from the forest Upon the skies, like a print of gold on the darkened grey…

  • My Muse: The Sun

    Why the sun travels with me I do not know, Trying to hide from her prove futile each time Yet I miss the warmth when it is dark and evening The gold upon the clouds are her handiwork The dust smeared greens are her art piece The tree leaves fall gayly, quietly on the winds…

  • the tryst

    “Come my tryst, come my lover…” I made you my love, and it come in form of a rare bead Which you wear in the heart of your hearts Where memories fall and rise, play and replay in ecstacy My own joy is not built upon your beautiful face, I am graced to have a…

  • Lafia

    Dusts, sand, white clouds and falcons Hawkers, sellers, buyers and people I see the grin on your face, One print of queer grace When you say ‘Sanu*…’ ‘And how do you do?’ The days are hot here So we try to walk bare Chilled water feel our gullet And to some balance we set The…

  • I am Nigeria

    You have smiles on your face Reminds me of my beloved siblings No need to see you thru your race You are you; one, unique and winning Igbo kwenu! Kedu, olee, how do you do? Come in, have a sit, taste this dish You come in peace, we surely know To you, all good things…

  • sunset, evening

    Clouds gather above Casting shadowy troves Red skies like the wine An evening, a pretty sign The lonely tree stand at ease Like a fiery dog free of her leash She swerves with the clouds songs She enjoys the love, the attention The hills grow up to meet the sun Shades grow behind huts and…

  • muse: act now

    See the leaves fall before our eyes While the chimneys puff our smoke Should they all fall before we see? The wind blow hotter airs And the sharks sail closer to us Are they scared or want food? The snail shells are broken They sleep longer, they die earlier Soon the butterflies and bees vanish…

  • Merry Christmas

    This is the season of love Let the season bring you a load of Heavens goodness Let happiness and smiles accompany your blessedness I wish you all a merry christmas and a prosperous new year

  • Muse: Under the Guava

    The Guava sheds our little playground from the scorching sun The flowers fall on our heads and gave the look of a fine bride There is a family of brown green mantis on the leaves of the Guava Savoring the sweet fragrance of the flower and the open air The Guava is our citadel, it…

  • These Times of the Year…

    We have smiled We have loved We have done all needed to be done And the last fruits of harvest were sown The harmattan is yet to come after all But the brown clay has repainted the walls Hot is the heat of the sun on the laborers back But to his grain stores he…

  • Spare Poem

    I fall back to my bed, each night with hope on my breast Twinkle became the blinking of stars up the skies When the cold that burn all peoples chunk of fat And the sight of the solemn clouds are manna to the eyes The grim colors of the falling darkness gather Moths, ants, earwigs,…

  • An Evening of ‘Colorful’ Airs

    Sweet and wonderful are smell of dry air in the breezy and solitary open LIke that of bread soaked in margarine, quasi burned in the oven The taste is remindful of romantic acquiantances hewn to fields of Roses Stretched afar, to where the lands open to other lands of colors and scents The fineness of…

  • Welcome December

    It’s the month of icing cold The freezing of whole rivers and circular fall of tree leaves When the sun rise higher in the clouds The lands glow with her amazing heat The cold and heat; Decembers hallmark

  • A muse: Star Light

    Star light But thousand miles away from home They glitter still with their amazing innocence Come on, dear glittering stars… You wouldn’t know I am not at home, would you? There are many glittering stars out tonight Out they come, like a parade of great might Come behold this exotic and pretty sight Made from…

  • A painting of a hill on the Snows plague

    Paint a land where crisscrossing figures fall before hungry happy eyes Tell of place where the skies see seizures without which there are no sighs Cut the soil, cut some mud Mold the mud into some hill Place the hill on the cut soil And watch a quiet town Grow beneath the hills shelter Cut…

  • Fireflies

    Twinkle… There are wings on the air On a dark, very dark night Twinkle… But the wings move from their lairs Glowing colors hued black and white Twinkle… The appearance seldom come so rare Twinkling into the gravely dark night Twinkle… The night is cold and dark, the night is bare But if you watch,…

  • The Wind

    You walk against the fast wind, your hair fall beside your haste Down it rolls, flowing with the strong wind down your waist All these while the swift wind and your fine hair go about their romance

  • First Words of P’Ville, SummerTown 2

                                                Summer had a lake which shone with the sun light The shivering of the waters were seen even in the nights By the roadside were carts drove were green and yellow flowers And at…

  • Musing: Setting sun

    1. The setting sun reminds me of many things Some nice, some exciting, some make me laugh And others leave me sobbing at the thought But making me to laugh or leaving me to sob I find times defined in those memories, not me   2. Twilight comes with even finer airs, playing On fantasies that…

  • When we play with the wor(l)ds

    Let us say there are some mystery in the Earths misery Fake hysteria overshadow Natures artless history Yet with the blazing sun come our sober pun Savaging the dying Earth: stay or run, but we cant run And when we look to the South, there is strive To the helpless North, there is a hungry drought;…

  • Musing: Halved, the Legend

    1 Now I write you a piece of my heart tonight In the growing Harmattan and her temperament I am cut in two- I am halved in your Providence One for your happiness, another for Your happiness 2 This piece of heart tells a tale of the sea folk a story of survival, a war…

  • Draw the Sun

    Draw the sun and paint your dreams Believe in the little you do, hope for the best Connect to your mind, live your dream!

  • Faded

    Nothing compares to speeches made by the eyes When fine memories tumble into low faint sighs Now see our glamour fade before the waking morning With the old tree, where we played sitting and grinning Mourning the demise of a union which might not be Or which was but could not be totally seen

  • The Messenger

    Originally posted on Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places: 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…

  • A Haiku: Pepper Crags

    The world sat on pepper crags The pain that came and went Hunt the rest that sat beside her

  • Welcoming November, with Love

    There is this month which gave good memories It brings hope, joy and consolation And expectations grow when the month arrives The moments are like mixed gold dusts Falling from eyes, distorted, unified, in-explainable A desire to see it come and go and so on… It tells of the way we have gone since the year…

  • Africa: Retelling the story

    What if there was no love in me for you Africa…? I shrug, I will not think of it… I wonder which other songs are left for me to sing I wonder what can give me much joy for a better future And I thank God for this gift, for Africa, for the world For…

  • The Butterfly

    See Mother Nature’s art See her paintings, black and white Behold the gift of the rising sun, The wind is a prize to be won So fly, pet of the blue clouds … skies and the wind Break forth from the cocoon Hit the silky walls wide open Fly away, you pretty butterfly Travel farther…

  • Let us take a Walk

     Now let us take a walk through the pine forest Through the shed which the forest provides Through the pathway where the leaves form a cushion Through the place where the squirrels make an abode And the darkness of the shrubs a shed from the noon Come let us take a walk through the lands…

  • The Tree leaves fall

    Permit me a sec before reading this piece. I am pained to see the world destroy green life, I feel the grieve of these wonderful creatures, I feel even worse knowing I might not be able to save all the trees from the cruelty of my own kind. You all know that the trees are…

  • A muse: The Thunder and her nephew

    When the thunder storm descends The clouds rumble with a quake, For the Earth and her companions She cuts up a powerful link Letting her much younger nephew Take a solid images of the quiet world Every other force goes on pause, on mute While the two siblings enjoy their ride Through the Earth, through…

  • Amuse: Listen

    Listen, listen… For I am about to make a poem Of what you may ask? I do not know…

  • Gods masterpiece, my inspiration

    The clouds sing of Your Glory mighty One The wind surf the mild waters of the ocean Nature is just one of  Your Great masterpiece The Earth is Your masterpiece She spins up the space like a speck of dust Which fall with the others when it is time The snow melts down into the…

  • When we age…

    Now when our face grow older And wrinkles come, Will you remember once this lively smile I wore? Will you remember how I made faces and winked at you? The ages came and went, the sun and her toil on us But will you remember the youth which we savored? When we walk faintly And…

  • Just by the Countryside

    Just by the countryside… Where only fields of green stay And where the mud mix with the clay Live the blue Clouds that smiled always And everything  here had something to say The trees tower over the fine little huts, Where the green forest sit upon the hills, With her inhabitants living with a firm…