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The Clouds gather
The clouds gather And in her wake The evening turned black Clouds gather above the sky As light showers try to descend, The showers fall on the clay As beautiful humid smell arise The clouds gather Above the little town She wakes the lightning And all evening The lightning took shots Of the warm wetlands…
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Oke Iroegbu’s Shepherds Tale
(1) Is it not a great night to write? What beats our lovely imagination When stars fall with colors bright Or as a ninja-faced Soy bean sprout? (2) The nights are like firecrackers Blossoming into beautiful stars When they hit the soft sky Shedding light shots of hues They remind a tired shepherd Of the…
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The noise called Love
Wait a minute Why does my heart beat sound that way, Like a hundred samba drums of Brazil Thrilling a thousand voices of excitement On a sandy pitch were soccer is played? Jungles have got their noise The Lions, the Elephants, the wild Oaks Cities have got their noise The automobiles, the bikes, the ice…
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Poetale: The Vampire
I wonder why we are warm-blooded, And yet men are to one another stone-cold. The sun’s light hides so many things: In the depths of wells, beings with wings, And thoughts we fear exist. They come and disappear like the mist. With the appearance of the moon, The fur extends beyond the skin. Farther it…
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Another Tale of a Shepherd
Nothing compares to the sweet sleep Of all good and hardworking shepherds He retires with a fine and adorable smile And to his bed of wool, he lays Tuning into the local radio station To listen to some old folk songs Nodding almost silently to the rhythm Smiling to the memories of the stressful day…
