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Musing: Chinyere Duroha
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Start new, 2016
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A Muse: Arise, my Sunshine
Goodmorning my sunshine Should I let the curtains open To let the suns warmth reach us? See the sun rise fast above the clouds From the silhouettes of caves she rises Showing herself in between two cliffs Painting the grey land gold; There is smell of burning grass Come from farms awaiting the suns heat…
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The rivulet, Oko’pia
You stay far away And you beckon to us From the quiet hamlets, we hear you call Messages passing through the forest rumbling stomach To the white clouds garnished by the sunshine And the tree pathways, leading to you We sit on your banks, telling stories of the wild You let the trees surrounding us…
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The Butterfly
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Take me there
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Your Smiles
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A Psalm : Hide me in Your Shadow
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Hold my hands
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Christmas
How happy the day ended And now the stars glitter in the night With laughters of joy resounding about While up the hills, the grass burn How joyful the hugs and smiles are From loved ones and friends And the entire acquiantance made As celebrations and festivities abound Now the birth of our Lord, Christ…
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Festive Season
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Yehobhah, God of Invincibility
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Aba, The Enyimba City
See the roofs on houses, dust cladded And the palm trees stuck to the ground Like a majestic knight standing guard The streets wind up the road Ogbor sits on a hill up the vale The ancient city and fortress Once on the river flowing fast Washing strange mens nakedness The harmattan brings dusts upon…
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Let us dance
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Be there for you
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By the Window side on the Harmattan
Once by the window side One can see the greenfields The tulips and the sweet smelling Rose And the little spider crawling about in her net The golden sun shines forth Bringing her warmth through the window And the birds twitter on the tree Which live near the windowside Sometimes squirrels come bounding in Throwing…
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God is Reading
Now write of the falling leaves From tree tops and heights As they fall in solemn circles And as the wind rock them about Write about the mountains and hills About the hollow sound made When the birds hover over them Painting silhouettes upon the ground Write about the trees And their sweet awesomeness The…
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When the Sky Fall
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The sunset
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Airy Night
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The Leopard Man
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Umudinja
Tonight, reminds me of thee motherland Thee land of great forests and men! Of streams and vast farmlands! The home of the Cashew and the Palm The scenery of Mother Natures beauty A painted work, done only by Nature herself Great hills and vales surround thee Oh how love flows when you are remembered All…
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Worthy Is The Lamb
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Fantasy: “I Am”
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Musing: Sun Rising in Africa
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A short Psalm
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A tale: The Boar and The Tortoise
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Kpe’re in the Harmattan
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Flowers from the front
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Umukwu: In Cold Mornings
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Musing: If Love
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Tears
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Verses of December
THE MIST The morning is filled with the mist The pathways are treacherous Filled with stray serpents and scorpions Come to land to get some warmth HARMATTAN The heat burns the flesh Dried skin and teary eyes The wind is merciless pushing away All that dared to stand before her BURNING GRASSES Burnt grasses give…
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Love Life
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My Sunshine
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Glittering Stars and the Surging Wind
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Alherin
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What do you see in Poetry?
Every morning comes the fever The fever for an adventure Come from writing and love Waltzing blue inked pen, full of life * And when poetry was first made God sent it down to Linguists Saying “What do you see?” They raised their brows quietly Mincing words, struggling to find the description Poetry was then…
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Muse: A love poem
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Two Poems for love
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Burning Grass
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Amazing she
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Paris
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Musing: Love
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Harmattan
The days are made beautiful with your glorious appearance But when the sun rises up the clouds, the warmth is taken And for men, faces become a caricature of disgust upon the mirror In the morning even before the Suns rising The firmament and the pathways is filled with mists The track to the stream…
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Methodist, for Ediongsenyene and MCF Uyo
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Taming the Wild: Masai
Somewhere in Africa Strong winds swept all to asunder But the Masai march against it With spears black with greasy hands And faces painted like Halloweens ghosts Pushing the tall shrubs down Frighting lions off the forest paths With bare hands they dare the buffaloes And call to the Boar for duels What manner of…
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One Whole Art
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Friends
I desire friendship that rises in the morning And stays till the sun set in the evening A desire to stay even when no one was around To make pats, plays, smiles and joy abound The sweetness of your companionship Which grows past all known friendship Makes you my family Who loves genuinely The clement…
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I am Igbo