Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: global warming

  • Changing Skies

    We sang of a proud cloudOnce of love and benevolence,Rains when there is heartbreak in loversShines in the cold hands of the windAnd allows the green to shed the fields Now we live under a sky that changes apparitions when stirred.

  • The Cricket’s Sorrow

    I laid my bones down to rest An airy night, dark and quiet, When a thought swept over me I was still awake When I heard it I heard it screech A cold voice, not far from me I paused, listened A neighbor coughed from the next flat and bothered it So quietness stayed for…

  • February Harmattan

    Harbinger of Sahara, king of the queer dust I hail you! Your entourage of heavy sand storms and dunes Display there works of art on our glass windows and faces You give us very strange attires, ghostly ones We wonder, we make guesses of why you love the dust, Why you paint all; flowers, careless…

  • Reflection

  • The Baobab

    This is for you humble castle, beautiful succour and living citadel, You whose roots are soft seats; you who shelter ants, mushrooms and birds, Your leaves are shield from rain, you are a friend to all that may come *** As we read through, let’s remember to play our role in protecting Earth’s vegetation and…

  • The Wrong Way

    I sit by the cliff edge To watch the lights go out And one by one they went Nothing made sense As we live in disguise, Resting, Relaxing, Recessing, Recouping? From all our disastrous efforts But are we prisoners of earth? Do we have to let everything be? If I write alone, no one will…

  • Thoughts: Africa

    Don’t be overwhelmed by what you see. Stay calm in the raging storm Life has not been fair to many people. Sometimes, it is easy to imagine from a safe part of the world how people survive in war-torn, disaster- or disease-stricken areas of Africa. We wake up to different news each morning. Economic reports…

  • Titan

    I’m a Titan! For I dance under the greying skies, Strip the trees bare of green leaves And watch it slowly die with my pitchforks I’m a Titan I tease the streams and oceans So when they wash up dying lives on the dust I pity and sigh with discontentment I’m a Titan I dig…

  • Crowns

    Crowns, kings and queens, Great men and women Purple with royalty, With greater authority Over greying cities And Nature’s dying beauties Can we crown a Daffodil And close all carbon deals? Can we plant forests In our modern cities? Can we let the fragrance of roses Cling to the corners of our buildings? Crowns, kings…

  • Global warming

    Now if I have traveled with the wind And seen some parts of the world I would stop at warring cities to preach peace Stand under the tree to watch leaves fall quietly And there to hold hands that sink with pain Bring every shelter I may find so that love may gain On the…

  • Muse: Green

    Nature’s blood Blooming Life’s culture Sweet airs And a host of pretty views Trees- Oxygen tanks Green is man’s hope If he desire not to end up swinging from a rope

  • Life is green

    Life is green She goes beyond the hustle bustle Of towns Of great machines Life is the flock Grazing Gracefully Away from human want

  • Muse: I wonder

    I wonder why we pleasure in strife Why we derive joy in profits In expense of the dying earth And why we must sell weapons To cause more sorrow and pain *** We chose paths of darkness and destruction Even as Nature tries to guide us right Now the greedy may sit at costly parks…

  • Let us take a Walk

  • The Tree leaves fall

    Permit me a sec before reading this piece. I am pained to see the world destroy green life, I feel the grieve of these wonderful creatures, I feel even worse knowing I might not be able to save all the trees from the cruelty of my own kind. You all know that the trees are…

  • 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…

  • 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…