Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: Muse

  • Count Your Blessings

    Listen to the beautiful rhythm in your soul I am an avid listener and greatly enjoy the sounds of nature and the world around me. I find joy in the soothing sounds of rainfall, the rumbling of clouds, and the intensity of raging thunderstorms. I appreciate the gentle flow of waterfalls and the melodic symphonies…

  • Muse: Sun Streaks

    Sun Streaks What happens when the day comes to an end? That’s a question worth a million dollars, and people often have varied responses. I find myself quickly captivated by the setting sun, leading me to scribble down words or phrases that come to mind. This magnificent view never fails to distract me from the…

  • Muse: The Millipede’s Award

    Now, do you know why the animals returned late from the insect award night? The muse below gives us a hint. Once it happened far awayIn the old insect kingdomMany dignitaries appearedHues of diverse fur & feathersAnd what a colourful galore it was! So it was a ceremony to last a dayBut took a couple…

  • Haiku: Two Snails

    Two snails clash Thin grey trail, Green tree veils

  • Fantasy: On My Word

    My heart drums a familiar beat Each time my pen starts to work All nature gather at my feet, Little crickets swishing for more space, Shadows of ants behind the candlelight, And light-craving moths that crouch on my touch Cold wind makes me restless It flirts with my candlelight, Which dance wildly in a waltz…

  • Muse: Memories

    Memories, precious and pure Like hope on a beautiful promise

  • Butterfly

    See Mother Nature’s art See her paintings, black and white Behold gift of the rising sun, The wind a prize to be won So fly pet of the blue clouds … and friend of the wind Break forth from your cocoon Hit the silky walls wide open Fly away, you pretty butterfly Travel farther away,…

  • Music in me

    They say you are the reason why they sing, I say you are the song in my heart.

  • Muse: Meet me

    Meet me at the tunnels end, there I’ll wait…

  • Muse: Even Though…

    Let me hold your hands, look into your eyes & sing, For even though I fail sometimes, I love you still

  • Two Poems: By the Poolside and The Shepherd’s Muse

    1. By the Poolside By the pool that stills my soul I watch the slow tide drift by My song goes high pitch When a catfish disturb my tranquillity 2. The Shepherd’s Muse Glad that the night brought pleasant airs The shepherd lay to recall the day’s stress Crickets chirp, the night is very young…

  • Amuse: Slow School Bus

    Where’s that slow school bus?

  • Muse: What I love about you

    I love the dimple that grace your face, Your hearty smile and warm embrace I love the joy I get when you smile And those thoughts you serve me I love the taste of your turmeric and garlic, Sweet soup that makes my heart frolic! I love the airs around you, Roses and lavender, I…

  • Muse: To the end of the Day

    Towards the end of the day I shall lay my head on your thighs To behold the glittering stars

  • Muse: Humble Home

    Even when the sun set far away from you It gives me joy to remember my humble home *** There’s a place in my mind where my eyes desire, Where my heart rejoice when I behold her beauty The mornings bring abundant joy to me And the evening is a delight I long for Sometimes…

  • Muse: Teach me

    Lay me by the side of the brook, Closer to the brown colored rocks Make me see the waters tumble over So teach me how to be your lover

  • Muse: Setting Sun

    I wonder why you hide behind the hills and clouds Shying away from the approaching airy evening Birds fly in echelon, calling a farewell as they went Trees reflection on the waters hung like a rag on the rail As frogs resumed their croaky songs Hundreds of bass voices singing, in harmony The cream colored…

  • Muse: Love

    First, meeting you was a play of fate On the straight road, which drove West Then you were my companion But now you are my destination

  • The Rains lullaby

    I can feel your presence each time you flash through the skies Blowing raindrops on my window panes The rain drops beat the drums, you sang wordlessly in support Now I see you draw images behind my cottoned curtains; Sketching trees sometimes and a phantom with huge pitchforks With the rains you came, searching our…

  • Life: A Walk in the Park

    Life is like a walk in the wooded green park Where strange fine flowers and plants grow, And pests; rodents, bunnies and insects abound On the roadside will be mistletoes, thorny roses, even cactuses With so much of harmless weed plants sprouting all about They hurt if one touch them and won’t If one will…

  • Poetale: The house outside the city, Part 1

    In a tiny house on the hills of the East Far, far away from any town or village A poor man and his seven little sons lived, The house door opened straight on to the hillside And all around were moorlands and huge stones And swampy hollows, never a house nor much human activity Wherever…

  • Musing: Countryside 

                                                                                              1 I am hidden in the thickly wooded forest land Tucked…

  • Rain on the Window 

    I love the sound of the rain when it hits the windows When the multitude descend down from the Heavens Splattering, hitting the Earths crust, smashing the clay  Throwing up sweet scents, one unaccustomed to man The sounds create a regular rhythm which sings a lullaby Soothing are the rains words, mild are her amazing…

  • Muse: Love

    Times change but in your fine eyes I see A million reasons proving you are true, You, your sweet love has changed me And in all I like to be I am given to you

  • Muse: Your Love

    Your Love is like the sweet grape wine The taste, a mixture of black liquid in steel A banquet as one made when the Kings dine And to explain it naturally, it is unreal

  • Muse: Midnights

    Midnights are caricatures of dreams Like the quick mist upon the morning Licking the forest tree lines and city skylines Sometimes it stands like a smoke phantom with a dagger And mouth wide agape as like a dying strangled cockerel Sometimes they come airy, with mild words, softer Maybe with some rain, which makes all…

  • 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…

  • Okechukwu’s Haiku

    The night came and went, but we are awake to Gods call Though the night brought darkness and bricks of wall To everyone, men and women, great or small Yet the love of God wakes with us to perfect us all Good morning from Africa!

  • The Shepherds Tale

    The day ends with a big stress for David But to him, this was not any challenge As he walked thru the hamlet, near an inn, ‘Hello David! Come have a drink with men, Come and have some fun , will ya?’ A soldier yelled as David passed by ‘Oh no sire, I will be…

  • …To memories

    Now I smile back to my paper smileys Re-living my hopeful memories Life sometimes may seem confusing, But you just have to smile and live on And on my books I draw for myself happy faces The memories of pain or joy; Are part of human existence Why is there love and hate, Why is…

  • The Messenger, part 2

    The dark evening is serene and calm Though the vampire bats hover up the skies And the little crickets quiz all around… Many sat for dinner for it was a long day The farms, the ponds and the big market The smell of dried cod soup pass thru the air, It was a favorite among…

  • 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,…

  • Color 2

    There are many colors, nice and cute Dull and tiring, fainting and mute Some fall by the bronze roadside More on the greens of the field The birds fly across the cerulean sky With the jade hued beetle buzzing by, On the empty dusty rocks words echo And the ever warm and cuddly yellow- The…

  • The Gardeners seed

    Saint-Ligoue Street This was the idea born to me Sometime, somewhere, August or May The streams of thoughts come to me The ones I may not all, say I met a gardener down the road, Gracefully adorned with a hat on a pinafore Smiling, he sat on a wood log spreadagled And I thought I…

  • Colors: the first part

    Colors are very beautiful They tell a lot about all; And a little about this and that The ocean, the sun The mice that live across The busy street roads Or the golden corn field And the wild, the deserts And the ice of Antarctica Colors describe our feelings Red with rage The royal purple……

  • My Love Song

    Glittering stars. The night is alive Airs of the day Fireflies of the night The grey moon; For all had gathered And to see this love They have come Waters rush in haste Upon the little tide Of the Stream And her waterfalls Sweet spring! Pulling the stubborn fern And the stray crabs The cymbals…

  • I am: Three poems of Okechukwu Iroegbu

    (1.) Hail the sun rises! Down from the hidden hills And up to the white clouds The rains has come upon us And Mother Natures romance has begun (2.) I am a rainmaker For the days are stuffy and hot And to the cold rains we must go I am a painter For each morning…

  • Musing: I wonder

    I wonder if it was a crime to love Or yet a sin to even try at all; But then memories sift into time Amazed to the worlds littleness, The world seeks after lust A shrug I must to this vanity To love oneself is true happiness But as the nights turn to days And…

  • 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…

  • Oke’s Poetale: The Duck Tale

    Once upon a blue quiet lake Beside a green florishing forest Lived a Duck and her chicks All day they waddle about Enjoying the peaceful serenity But a day came and the Duck Brought her chicks all around her ‘Quack quack Daak’ she began Turning to the nearest chick ‘You have been friends With the…

  • Musing: The Cricket and I

    “Weet weet weet… Weet weet!” I hear the screeching of the little cricket Calling to the quietness in my heart 1. As the light of the lamp fade slowly Then time brought back my memories For in my sweet and lonely reverie A desire come to me for some poetry 2. Left with the screeching…

  • Tradition: The Rainmaker

    “I ask for the strength of the rain… Bring down the dark heavy cauldrons With all the gross, stalky condiments Maka agam eme ka miri zo n’ebe tata! (For I am about to conjure up a rain today!)” Chukwu Nnam… I want to make some rain today That is why I call upon Your Name!…

  • The First Rains

    “Tap-tap tap, tap tap… Tap! I hear the pat-pattering of the first rain drops As they fall in quiet, indifferent but solemn grace … From the comfort of my warm dear bed…” The heavy wind blew up the curtains Sending papers and nylons flying high The skies are grossly dark and faceless The wind blew…

  • 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 Muse: The Locust and the Ant

    Now the Locust played about The comely sunny Summer, he minded not The Ant gathers leaves, grains and nuts For the clouds slowly but steadily go South The Snow Queen and all hue turn bright, All the land then become immaculately white No more grain, no more fun, no tall and sweet green grass to…

  • The Tale of a Shepherd

    When it is time to leave the hamlet To leave the vales and the thornful paths To seek fresh and sweet grasses For the little bleating lamb and sheep The shepherd wakes from his slumber The roads are rocky and mountainous Filled with stubborn stones and quarry The mistletoe grow on the roadside But the…

  • Wake me up

    Wake me up With your tears Of love and care Let my consciousness comfort you Wake me up To plough the fields To gather wheats And see your smiles Wake me up Even when I’m strengthless To feel the airs Come from the mountain Wake me up Draw back the curtains Let the Golden Sun…

  • The Leopard Man

    Once, deep in the heart of the hamlet A terror strikes in the dead of the night Tears, blood trails, and fresh paw marks After the moonlight comes a deep roar From the forests that live with the hamlet A terror descends upon the quietness Two small balls of light ravage the village In the…

  • Natures Fury

    Even as your shadow fall upon me But in the midst of the grim darkness I see a ray of light, I see hope You summon the wind with your mind Scattering the tree leaves all about You drive the wild cattle away from the field As the clouds separate the blue from the white…

  • Taming the Wild: Masai

    Somewhere in Africa Strong winds swept all to asunder But the Masai march against it With spears black with greasy hands And faces painted like Halloweens ghosts Pushing the tall shrubs down Frighting lions off the forest paths With bare hands they dare the buffaloes And call to the Boar for duels What manner of…