Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: lullaby

  • Lullaby: Night Rain

    Light rain, mild breeze, magnificent shower, Like the faint drums that usher in the noble, Faded lightning, a plethora of tiny drops Those that drench the backyard every night

  • Night Poem: Love Messages

    I send love messages this windy twilightLet the breezes carry them fairly aloft

  • Happy Stars

    Happy stars are outBeige dusk, moonlightOn pathways brightKept in the looming mistWindy evening gustBlow out on the hamletOverlooking hills & sunsetBrewer of legends & myths,A sleepy moment of twilightAnd fascinating one for that

  • Night Poem: Feelings

    Starry nightWishes mutualLove feelings

  • Lullaby Tonight

    Have you ever been on the pathway to sleep And all you could see was circles spiralling, twisting and falling like mild paints on the wall? Strange as it seems… Weird songs of night come alive: Sweet melodies of the frog choir across the road where the rain water log… And the trembling voices of…

  • Night Poem – Starry Night

    One night, two flasks, A room full of mild wind, A grey paw-licking cat, And a naughty parrot A story rising off the kettle As it goes on with its whistle Two tablespoons of sugar, Lettuce, beans, and cucumber, A very confused dinner Bat parade, Early night, coming cold A gust of breezy wind But…

  • Distract me with love – Poetry

    Tell me an amusing story One that drives sorrows away Laugh at me or with me Sing a song, hum a slow lullaby Pull my ears and call me names Let’s ride on a train to Utopia Grab my hands let’s elope To fields wild as a writer’s mind Call my name, bring me back…

  • Lullaby: Sing for me a Lullaby

    Sing for me dear nightingale Gather your host of voices Rant through the early night Tweet away joyfully from heart Let my ears quiver from your song Let frogs and crickets listen to it To respond with their baritone Sing for the sweet nectar For red roses and hibiscus And the traveling sunlight Tell the…

  • Night Poem: Stars Glitter

    I watch pretty stars glitter From this fine little window, When night a perfect picture Hung across the wide horizon Fireflies dance around light bulbs Mighty shadows cast upon my paper Distracting a work full of life and art Yet I stare out to behold stars glitter

  • Rain drops on the Glass

    I love the sound of rain when it hit my windowsWhen multitude of rain drops descend from the sky, Splattering, crushing the Earth’s crust, moulding her clay, Throwing up sweet scents, one unaccustomed to man The beats create a regular rhythm that may turn to a song, Caressing window panes, pushing mild airs upon them,…

  • Lullaby: Tale of the young Shepherdess

    I will tell you a rhyme of the shepherdess who loved her sheep, She lives in the country and could sing her community to sleep Twinkle went stars nested far up the pregnant black sky, When black clouds float, the gathering rain storm sigh, “It will rain, but it might wait a little,” the young…

  • Night rain

    Now it rains heavily with thunder, And with cold, her breezy messenger, I watch the rain fall from my window, Fast, soft drops crash into glass panes This heavy rain ploughed, and sow, Her lullabic seeds across my land, Soft, sweet breezes reign with her Battling a stranger for his umbrella, In pitch darkness cover,…

  • Another Evening Storm with the Rainmaker

    … And there’s another rainstorm brewing over this town tonight. Out in the cold street, light bulbs glow here and there, but meshed in grim embrace of darkness itself. I feel the wind lick the skin on my forearm when I hold the curtain to see the rainstorm. There’s a strange but sweet smell, of…

  • Starry Night

    Stars sing your herald Cold night, crickets quiz In quietness I lay alone Start your blogging experience here.

  • Reflection: Rainy Evening

    I used to think I was a rainmaker, but there’s one big storm out there, and I’m scared of it—a distraction for me, though, which I love. Recently, I worried so much about nothing. I wondered if the world would ever be the same again after Covid-19. But my faith will not worry at all.…

  • Rain!

    Guess what! Heaven’s tummy is rumbling! There’s some comfort from Heaven finally! It’s been hot since weekend, coupled with the Covid-19 issue, life has been solitary. Now it’s raining heavily outside! I’m seconds away from dancing in it but the lightning is frightening. I smell the wet dust. I’m sure mushrooms will visit tomorrow, haha.…

  • Folklore: The Straw, the Coal and the Bean from Gutenberg Project

    In a village dwelt a poor old woman, who had gathered together a dish of beans and wanted to cook them. So she made a fire on her hearth and that it might burn the quicker, she lighted it with a handful of straw. When she was emptying the beans into the pan, one dropped…

  • Lullaby: Breezy Night

    Breezy nights are fun, Soft air descend, Caressing the happy curtains, Flirting with the candle light And casting a strange shadow From the pool, the frog choir began Preparing for their procession Yet this night is very young So I wait for the coming rain And her wonderful lullabic songs

  • African morning

    In the morning the mild golden sun rise above the huts and hills Painting the corn fields yellow and making the streams shimmer Upon flowing rivers it glitters, till the dead end below a tree root Big fishes stay ready to strafe up to pick insects off tree barks In the hamlets, dogs chased cats,…

  • Haiku: Evening tide

    Fast falls the evening tide, Kids play on tree branches Squirrels watch from holes

  • The Goose that laid the Golden Egg

    You may agree with me that evenings are best for story telling. In Africa, evenings are valuable family time. Dinner or sitouts allow time to reflect on the days work: achievements and disappointments, and to tell tales. Tales don’t just act as lullabies but convey moral virtues (and vices) as well. Now when a story…

  • African Folktale: the Crows and the Cuckoo

    It is evening here and I feel like telling you a story. Bring your mat, come sit with me outside, by the fireside and let us enjoy the night breeze. Once upon a time there lived a set of Crows which plundered farms. Each day the farmers try to catch the Crows to no avail,…

  • Muse: Lullaby

    What is the sound of lullaby to you? Is it the touch of raindrops on rooftops Or the mild, soothing voice of love? Will it be a swift palm upon a light drum Or the Sparrow singing her heart away? To me, lullaby is a touch to the soul What the body is too heavy…

  • Lullaby: Decembers’ rain

    Fast falls the evening, mild breezes, cold rain, rinsing the dusty roof tops Dark clouds shadow the moon, the evening is left to wander alone,  Trees bow to the swift wind; bending, twisting; left and right But the night was agog with life, the breezes an excuse for heavy sleepers A week before the heat…

  • Musing: The howling wind

    I hear the wind howl through the gaps, Through the minute holes which stayed in the walls Pushing, hissing it went, pushing the books on my laps Turning the pages without my consent, winning it all The wind disturb the happy quiet night Making the room look like a party hall While I tried gathering…

  • Lullaby, The Winds

    When the humble evening quarreled with the travelling day It turned out not to be wise, for the aftermath brought grim dismay The aftermath, a heavy storm came riding on her way She pulled stuff along, anything that went astray Tearing, pushing against the curtained doors and windows Flirting with the wind, so that the…

  • A Shepherds Lullaby

    Another evening, another night The day is gone fast asleep All about is darkness, moonless Safe from stars, up and white Which shone upon the sheep And upon the Shepherds stress Always, it is airy in the country The folklore is the peoples joy Now and then, the bard came For boys and girls, it…

  • A muse: Sunset

    Shadows Fall behind the mud huts They paint soulful images, Like the web tent of a black widow Hanging like a carefree skeleton And the brown stains from hands Old or fresh which design the walls Silhouettes Fall behind the palm trees They draw strange figures, One like the village masquerade which dance heartily on…

  • August night poems

    THE NIGHT The night is full of fresh air One which come with the wind Talking of the Wind, she is irresistable Sweetly, comely to the flesh of men And a quick aid to the lullaby’s effort RAIN It seem it will pour heavily, sometime later For the Lightning had come to snap pictures Of…

  • Lullaby: African Good Night

    Have you ever been on the pathway to sleep And all you could see was circles spiralling twisting and falling like mild paintings on the wall? Strange as it seem… The queer songs of the night come alife the sweet tune of the frog choir across the road where the rain water log… And the…

  • Darkness falls

    Darkness falls… The cries of night wolves and wild dogs Rent the airs far away deep in the forest The wind grew milder, the moon light brighter And the sweet lullabies ring out from homes A tradition, one which the little ones adore The evening simmer into a deep darkness As the African tales went…

  • Lullaby: A tale of the cold night

    Once upon a time… It was a night of bitter cold And snowy storms gathered, The weight of snow lay thick Upon tree leaves and branches The slopes wore a sore face For the ice cold winter air Was so cruel to the night The little lake was half frozen And the ducks flew away…

  • When night falls

    When the night shroud falls across the land The stars glitter like the tip of a witchs wand The moon wakes to the tune of the crickets And the people dress themselves into jackets The windows creak with each push of the air The mighty wind just came with her wares To the dark clouds,…

  • Lullaby: Rain drums

    Tap tap tap tap… The first drops fall, Look up, and see a battalion Rushing down in haste Scattering in multitudes, Causing ‘chaos’ to the city Splashing happily, joyfully Upon all who dare stand before it The night rains are nice When they come with the wind- With a very strong wind It made my…

  • Thoughts

    Dear diary, Night falls now… The city is quiet Save from toads Out in the field And wild crickets Hiding on the walls The distinct noises Of a quarelling couple Disturb my thoughts Down on this bed, I count the days work There were strange clouds Up the clouds today There were tales in my…

  • 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…

  • Folk: Night falls

    The night fades slowly Cloak of darkness fall As the crickets prepare For another night song Bonfires lit the night To keep the wild dogs off The children set the stage For a moon light folktale And beneath the stars The small hamlet waits

  • Musing: Made for you

    “Come, come closer… Keep your palms on mine Look into my eyes See how much you mean to me” 1 Come and feel my steel shine Call me your gladiator Your defender, your shield, your man I am your shepherd 2 Have you seen my birds cackle? Call me your farmer I will press the…

  • Lullaby: Moonlight

    The grey moon smiles always And to know that he sleeps all day Looks absurd, but that is his little way He is not strange, not unkind and not gay But his manners leaves us with nought to say

  • March’s Night Rain

    “Oh goodness it rains! The windows clap about And the curtains dance To the wooing songs Of the sweet airy Night” And I can feel the rain drops through the window And the smell of the new rain upon the dusty roof The curtains blow up and down my weary face All is cold, all…

  • The Violins of the Nights

    Now let’s have some evening breeze And with it let a tale about it be told Always the night is cold but noisy Creatures of the dark and creepy places Move about, bothering the peace of men The sounds of the night is strange But to some, it is a great acquaintance A reunion of…

  • A lullaby: The Shepherd

    Frankly, the bed is the best thing ever To happen to a shepherd or a farmer For it had been a long and hectic day Though he had little naps along the way The wailings of the young ram and goats Disturbs his sleep; he swerves, he waits He leans forward, allowing his ear to…

  • Musing: Crickets

    Crickets are my best insects But why? I know not They stay under my bed And cry out till I have an ache up my head But what they say also I know not Though I think they talk about broth Wonder why little insects Grow even beer intent They growl, some bark And all…

  • Lullabic

    Now I will be your cook tonight Tell me what you desire most Anything, rice, pies or Turkish delight? Now I will be a carpenter, why not? To mend the boards and all things Do good, get me my hammer and mallet Now I will be a stone, nay a rock You can call me…

  • Lullaby: Light rains

    Tonight it showers outside Dark clouds all over the skies And a very strong wind Forcing itself thru the windows Pushing the cotton curtains away While a light rain falls Not a sound is heard But a swooshing wind And some pat-pattering Of stray raindrops Falling on the pavements outside And some, boldly on the…

  • Lullaby

    I will write a poem for you tonight Close your eyes and let your head rest Lay close to me and listen to my tale Do you feel the breezes shove our hair? The Fireplace refuses to loose out on the tale There’s only one explanation of this A light rain will help strike a…

  • Lullaby

    I will write a poem for you tonight Close your eyes and let your head rest Lay close to me and listen to my tale Do you feel the breezes shove our hair? The Fireplace refuses to loose out on the tale There’s only one explanation of this A light rain will help strike a…