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A tale of Poetry
When poetry came upon the Earth There was but a very little A clan full of self-hate The lengths of the Earth grew brittle And many foundations could”nt hold The forests were full of heart wrenching thorns The deserts with man hungry cactus, so bold That the dreams of men lay forlorn The Whistling pines…
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The Winds Tale: A call of the Hills
The call of the hills… On a night dark as pitch We stay listening to the swooshing trees And the strange call up the hills… A tornado of wind come surfing down Pushing the brushes and woods apart Sending both man, child and pets scrambling Tall and strong wild palms bend double Threatening to crush…
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Wonder says I
15.10.08 If men were to create themselves, Then mirrors shall become gladiatorial arenas, And the Earth, an epitome of cruelty. If ants could build skyscrapers, Though centuries it must take, yet it would portray Nature’s wisdom. If crocodiles were to be executioners, in moments, crooks become stories, but for criminals there would be none. If…
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The meaning of: a Diamond
Dreams are plans come true in the mind … Set to manifest in the future … Bound by strings of faith Perseverance, courage, and determination. Then comes a taste from within … Boiling up a bowlful of ideas … A spirit for clear values A culture of modern innovations. Inspirations are high and higher ……
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The Summer’s Tale
When summers arrive The flowers bloom in red and pink The clouds are proud under a mild sun Joy brings hope, connecting the bridges The green fields grow We see farmers sowing. The summer leaves change hue Blowing a hearty kiss While her cold, monstrous nephew Comes to take what was once bliss The nights…
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Breaking the Igbo Kola Nut
God our tryst makerOur lover and He who knows allChineke m, ke bi nigwe!Maker of the UniverseHe whom fetches water with a basketTo disgrace the bucketHe who whips us with one handAnd consoles us with the otherHe who stills a raging seaHe who made the Kola nutThe King of all foods!We come to You, our…
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Midnight Thought
Once upon a midnight dreary, As I pondered, weak and weary, The night was grim, and all was damp. Swarms of fly-filled insects surrounded my lamp, And out there, the trees stood like Halloween ghosts, Waiting to strike, standing lightly on the dust. The clouds shone; Zeus was trying out his new lamp. His matchsticks…
