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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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…
