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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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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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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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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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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: 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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
