Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: earth

  • Ever Searching

    Ever searching for the wor(l)d… Start a stunning WordPress blog here.

  • Amuse: Three Things

    Three things still baffle me: a crab, the walk like that of an undecided drunk, tip to left and then like a call back to its senses, an effort to the right, a herd of goats or sheep, chewing and giving a familiar stare one might think they knew me from somewhere, an ant, wise…

  • 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…

  • A Dying World

    Dear Diary there is too much pain in the world I do not believe everyone is evil, no In the midst of the crowd, there are very good people but they are very quiet and maybe scared they let the sick and evil ones destroy the world the world grows sick with each passing day…

  • Syria

    The tears of dying children Is the lullaby of gunships The desert is smeared with Grease, oil and human blood The days turn to grieving nights But the world knew no sanity And those who fight in the fields Humanity eludes, Life is a little less than a chickens And yet we walk free across…

  • Natures Music

    “I hear the strong sound of drums Come from lands far, far away Music living up the hills and slums Down to the seaside by the bay” The call of the birds flying home As Darkness unfolds her cloak on the Earth The choir of frogs across the little pond Singing and croaking out their…

  • A Poets Tale

    Have you seen the sun set over the dark clouds Behind the lonely traveller marching up the hilly mounds? The evening sets in, covering all the light living on Earth It was about time for, moon-lit tales and screeching crickets The wind surge, we are left to feel it The birds fly away, as the…

  • Courage

    for UE 1.6.2015 The breadth of the Earth lay wet But the Sun rises from the East From vague sights and the mist The dark jungles, cool and serene But the Lions stride through the green Fearing neither man or faun A shriek of strength is heard up the skies The Eagle soars high up,…

  • The Poet-Painter

    The painter is a poet The poet is a painter There comes a time When we shall paint the world With all beautiful hue Beautiful, light and colorful, Make her look like a butterfly Broken out from a cocoon Adding a fresh lively color To the worlds darkness The oceans blue is a painting The…

  • Poetale: Storm

    It was evening In a little hamlet The skies were dark With all frowning grey clouds Gathering together for a talk But always when they do gather It only leads to mayhem And total disaster Because they would never agree To any discussed matter It all began with the rain Accompanied by a very strong…

  • The Dance

    The tree shields many things It shields the squirrels It shields the birds And all that loves to see us dance It shields you It shields me It shields the little dance we do On moonlight nights With shadows cast on the sands It shields you It shields we When all is seated on the…

  • Deceptive pursuits

    As we walk the void called life Wandering for things unknown Walking on deep darkness, Seeking much that others sought Blending into all strange hues Of hate, intolerance and wrath Understanding no religion, believing in bloodshed Fighting for some deity Maiming, killing, bombing And asking all questions why Staying hard from stepping on toes Getting…

  • The Warmth of Life

    To my love My hearts desire My heart dances when it rains But the heat, the warmth I miss The trees wave all about the land And the white sea water rush- All foaming towards the earths frontier How pretty they are, How perfectly made The network of blue clouds Passing in a solitary march…

  • Maker of Poetry

    Now poetry had it all A way of life, dreams and fancy When we wake, it sings At bedtime it comes around In the fields, in the airs On the back of the Camels On automobiles on the streets It is on the food we eat Can you hear it pray ‘eat me?’ The fishes…

  • A Night with a Cricket

    I laid my bones to rest A quiet night, dark and solemn A wild thought swept thru me But I was to be awake Cos I heard it I heard the screech A cold one, not far from me I listened Nothing else A neighbors cough at the next flat bothered it It stayed for…