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Reflection: The Moon and Sun
I watched the beauty of this morning’s moonshine, clutching my sweater. It’s strange because we associate the morning with the sun and the night with the moon. I stood before my tent to fill my lungs with the purest air and see the sunrise. This quiet time was disturbed by passing aircraft gliding up the…
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Moonlight
Purely handsomeImmaculate phantomCircle, one of gentlenessOffering the galaxy,To all, and sundryLight and calmness,And breezy evening tideFor all, and sundry
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Poetry: Moon
Dear Moon—You beautiful ball of white light. I saw your smiling face this evening, and it reminded me of home. You stood—a shiny ball imposed on the fleeting night clouds. I see you as a myth, a floating phantom without legs. You swept—the streets and roads clean with your pretty light. Incredible, natural, unspoiled, immaculate,…
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Poetry Challenge by Robin Bliss
When the Moon Dies and the Wind Cries. April Oh! April what can you bring? The final blow;death to Summer? Even though it’s warm and dry. I know that this warmth is false. Ah! Fickle month filled with lies. For this warmth means death. Pretending that all is well. But! Soon the icy coldness comes,…
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Musing: Four Poems of Oke’ Iroegbu
(i.) The Moon The Moon is following me And with her light I see Wherever I walk she stalks Behind my shadow she follows And how she sweeps the land Looking for me in the quiet clan (ii.) Village Square The nights dancing festival Brings all, big and small The farmer, the wine tapper The…
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Under the Mango Tree, a childhood Tale
When nights come We run around We play about We sing to the Moon And she blushes all the while When the nights come The crickets call out From hidden “shriekadels” A fortress of hope Portraying the beauty of the night When nights come We see the bats fly In haste to somewhere We watch…
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Isuikwuato
Oh land of the brave The temperate, the strong The oneness of Nature The beauty all desire Oh dear humble African land The green forests of Amaeke With those daring masquerades Prowling about town On hot sleepy days Cloudy days; rain and sun Hills, ancient and fresh Streams running thru them Giving them some life…
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A Run In The Rain
Now the clouds are crying The lines of silver show off And the dark skies drain Not a sight of the moon Non of the stars either Just me and Nature The patterings bash on my head On this night, I was naked as I came The rain drops beat me In a soothing romance…
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Under the Baobab
Tonight we will sit under the Baobab To scratch each others back And we shall let all the children Gather about us, happily Tonight the moon shall visit us With his smiles and dimples And a tale shall be told With all sleepy eyes listening Tonight the squirrels will listen As we tell of great…
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So Long A Dreamers Joy
The sun gave its last smile Then went to sleep for the day Cool wooing sea breezes wash thru Sending an emissary notice To the gleefully shining stars On a night many wondered about The moon happy as he seemed Searched the beautiful glades in haste Looking for ones love –his love Once, more crickets…
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Was I Part of This?
A dark night had come Cold dry winds; brave, calm Hard thought of the day As I lay my sense to stray My soul has sought far and wild Soft words broken and soothing Bold with strong- steeled grasp When deep down, ladened joy abide And to me a Dream lay in secret Two heavy…
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The Lone Wolf
Slowly tis moon surge-by Two shades join in harmony As the door sides creak Allowin’ the cold airs To filter in calmly Blind winds blow boldly Dogs bark and whine And the pines call Fear knows not himself Yet a dark cloak Sweeps fast across the lane Creepy and with leaps Takes cover behind the…
