Tag: musing

“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 of an insect
Which has turned to become a friend
Quietly in solemn patience I wait
To the crickets call I humbly listen

3.
And when the nights are lonely
I stay grateful to God Almighty
For blessing me with this gift that makes all happy
And for this little cricket which sings me a lullaby

“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 even more harder
Bringing fine sand and dust to the door
And upon the dark horizons; come the lightning
Flashing lightly, showing off hidden silhouettes
Of trees and houses, which stood here and there
As the pat-pattering of the rains continued

The neighborhood grows cool and quiet
Wandering night birds find solace in cracks
The strong winds sift into peoples homes
Driving the heat as the Masai drive the cattle
As mild as the rains has pledged to be
The heavens stomach rumbled, but not loudly
Just a grumbling, one of a whistle-blowing
The breadths of the clouds echo after it
Belching in corners, raising a sequence
But the pat-pattering of the rains continued

All is wet, the roofs, the greens
And all that makes life beautiful
The rain comes in a grande style
This is his time, the time for some spoil
The smell of wet clay filters in
Nothing compares to the life
Which the first rains brings to all
The pat-patterings sing a lullaby…

The greying cassava leaves and stalks
The moonfly, the bats, the owls, all that can fly
The farm cattle, the birds and the shepherd sit quietly
Waiting for the morning, for the time the sun will rise
Hoping to see how bright the clouds will look
For the rains has washed the dusts and soot off
Even so, all live: faun and flora
And the nights ferocious shadows;
Quiver at the touch of the wind
A romance come from heavens
As a sweet and fresh smell of earth rise
When the pat-patterings fall upon the dusty soil

Now the weather is clement
For the terrible villainy heat
Has gone with the winds strife
The heat battle the winds upon the skies
The nights innocence and fate has been proved
Humans and cattle relax, so also all that is winged
The rains come slowly
The farmstead grow happy
As the rains pat-patter down the roadside

The joys of the first rains has come!

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 two different worlds
One, the quiet and the other, the unquiet

The Night plays several lullabic songs
She is skilled with the strings of music
The sides of her mouth sings gaiely
She wakes the black and brown crickets
Letting the streams of queer music flow
Unified beats and rhythms of the night
With the spectators watching, the stars
And their grey solitary cousin. the moon
Watching the procession of quiet hymns

Nature stay smiling upon her providence
The drama that unfolds when man watch her
Mother Nature plays the strings of my heart
She sings in a sweet alto voice, confusing me
And with her fine soothing breezy touch
She plays her fingers upon my hairy arms
Like the soft caressing skin of a snakes velvet
She lays by my side to whisper her tunes
Cupping her hands into my long ears

Life is all about finding what gives you happiness
Fortunate for me, I found these in Natures embrace
I love to live my life with what gives me abundant joy.
Seeing live animals around and green plants upon the soil
Watching the golden sun rise above the grey hills
And the joyful memories that come to my soul still
Gives me a Divine experience, unexplainable even to me
Encounters with all that God has brought on Earth, for me to see

(i.)
Laughter is a sweet wine
She goes into the eyes
Burning the desires of men
Family is a nice paradise

(ii.)
Friendship is like a flying Eagle
Flying above quiet blue waters
In love there is no need for struggle
Nothing like a sister or brother

(iii.)
Sometimes things and people change
But nothing changes a familys’ love
From plain vales to mountain ranges
There is no pat, finer than a loved ones hug

(iv.)
In this heart of mine, in my minds eyes
Lives a long weary tale and poetic tapes
Ups and downs, laughs and sighs
But the smile on your faces give me hope

I love you all; family, friends and readers
Yours’ penly
Iroegbu Oke’

(i) Light
Nothing feels better sitting in a quiet room
And all you desire is but the sweet loneliness
Laying in the dark room were the light is faint
Musing over your ups and downs on a paper

(ii) Paper
Strange how my room is littered with papers
Torn, painted, carved, squeezed, here and there
Though it’s a little creepy with much paper here
I still see some light rays come from the curtains

(iii) Curtains
The strong wild wind flirts with it
Throwing kisses at her blushing face
Without asking she flings up and down
To strange tunes, as she hover over my head

(iv) My Head
I have seen you in the mirror, aye I have
Ruddy, light cat-eyed with two fine Elfy ears
A red lip, a big nose and what a head, you are!
But I wait still, for the day I meet you dear self

Most duels are fought without,
Some, more important, in us,
What kills is that element of doubt…
Let us unravel the journey first!
I wait, hoping for a smile from you Its not that hard, if you give it a try,
I know you have battled pain,
I know your dreams were always high!
Let me play the clown a while,
Let me journey on and try,
Wipe away your tears and see, Its just not worthwhile to cry!
I cry too…often hidden from sight
We are all here, in this plight!

Written by a good friend Arunav Barua…

I wake to the light shining on my weary face
To Heavens airs and my Gods unfailing grace
Before now, the window was half open
Dark it was then, but for the waking sun

My fancy, my imaginations knew no bound
For even in my reverie, my wits stay around
Crickets which stay in hidden cracks call out
And I couldnt help when a yawn left my mouth

Sweet morning just came by
The airs also with a sigh
Upon my bed, I toss and turn
And in my head an idea is born

I see a dead flower
In a vase, formerly for butter
How battered it looked, oh poor thing!
But to another thought, I let myself swing

Siblings and memories come to say hello
In my confusion, I have lived long time ago
I smile, I reply and I smile again
Asking “Breakfast is on the way, but when?”

Now as I raise this China cup to my lips
Taking a humbled long and quiet sip
And as the taste of warm milk come to me
I feel Gods goodness and how lively I can be

Aha, my mind seems to laugh at me…
But I cared so little for what it thinks
I say to it, “there are more to life than you see”
And for the world I say, “follow the sun as it sinks”
For a shepherd, I am a stranger and sojourner
…Travelling to a land far, far away
To places I would see people and wonders
To lands where the sun shines in the day
And the eyes that see it, shall know its worth
For the latter glory shall come forth

It is about time I danced with the Masai
And hold their hands to feel their muscles
Taking their foot paths and frighting the lions
And other wild cattle in the wilderness
I will race the ancients hills soon
And my trophy shall be a smile
And a hug from a loved one

It is about time I see the blue skies of other nations
The warm smiles of people who love Gods providence
To dance to the tune of the Scottish pipes
And sit upon a cliff overlooking the wild blue sea
I will write about life, God willing always
And again my desired trophy
Shall be a smile and hug from a loved one

Never shall I forfeit a beautiful dream
Never again shall the worlds deception
Come to me like Potiphars wife and Joseph
But in my desires Lord I seek you only
Groom my heart, groom also my mind
That sometimes stray from its enclaves

And when the beautiful summer happened to come…
Upon the glades and vales of the wildwoods
The Mountain stood quietly by the forest side
Sniffing the sweet smell come from fresh growing flower shrubs
The happy birds come flying back home
Followed by all pretty insects and the boar herd
The skies are tinted with blue skirmish
Sometimes it seemed it will rain, but it wouldnt
The tomatoes ripen fast and blush deeply
Whenever the black beetles walk up to her for a little chat
The sun shine brightly, amused at all reunions
The fine community knew many, many happy times
This was one of those beautiful moments, exhilarating
Antelopes walk majestically beneath the tree branches
And squirrels hide behind the branches, watching
“Awww, do you see that?” the pink footed Doves quiz themselves
For in a sudden, a young seed came sprouting from the last snow dot
How joyful it was, the Mountain wore a dark gown
Wondering who dared to admire her triangular shape
For her lover, the cold Ice-King had travelled far, far away to another land
Carrying with himself; all stray winds, both little and mighty
To find another lover, but she believed not that
For she heard it as a rumor from the busybody grey Wolf
The Pines look quite taller, for the snow has left their frost-bitten roots
And when they look down, they feel good about themselves
“Oh, how awlfully painful the frost bite was on our foot”
The crickets wonder, leaping from a grass leaf to another
Allowing the wet airs to sift through their fine long body muscles
“The dead Earth is alive!” They yell in utmost joy and unison
“Look at the Mountain, must she dress scantily
Now the Ice-King has no use for her iniquities?”
A confused Wolf said, hiding his face from the suns light
“And what beauty she has brought forth”, a confused Linnet replied
“The flowers blossom in magnificient desires
The tree leaves are greener, and the airs milder
But are all these, the only wealth of the summer?”
The philosophical Woodpecker asked as he shook his head
For to him, the soul of living and happiness
Comes not in the summer nor the winter

This is the third in the series of Wildwood poetry written and posted in this blog.

The days hours go fast
The sun makes all lazy
Then came two strange looking birds
Straying away from the hen brood
To come sit beside me
Ignoring their mother hens calls
Funny birds!
But they were all sitting beside me
Listening to the airy wind
And the sounds coming from trees
Maybe they thought I was their father!

The church bell chimes quietly in the city
But this little town is left to Pity’s mercy
The only noise heard was the airs whine
Upon the obscure paintings as the only signs
Old dirty newspapers fly about
Passing telegrams to misty ghosts
Swerving from one side of the road to another
Times decaying touch plays the asunder
The hot sun bake the half-fallen houses
Overlooking abandoned shirts and blouses
Strange smell of burnt gas filter about
Drawing no attention, for everything care not
The airs here owes it all to the dusty wind
The broken glasses are strongly dust-tinted
Then from a lonely house by the roadside
The scenery and futility of the marvellous wild
Can be seen, structures, nature and hue
Even when the beautiful skies are dark blue
There are no birds to be seen around
Fine thorny cactus grow on the sandy road
Whereas trees are long dead from the Suns heat
No water, no moisture, no liquid of any sort
The drainage pipes of households are broken
Picturing a thousand years of abandon
And the undecent airs from there sucked away
For this city though lost to the world still stay till today

When the Sun rises, she paints a warm golden color
Upon this lonely, quiet and deserted city
For the only lovely sight here is the waking Sun

The morning sun brings joy
Now that the dark has gone
And the clan is wide awake
To begin the days routine

The clouds are bright
For the new day has come
Birds fly away over the hills
The forest trees drift about

The mists are sucked off
As the heat of the Sun shine forth
The airs are dry
The winds are flirty

The infants wanting milk wail
Dogs, cats, pigeons; pets play about
The clan is ready to work
For the day waits for no man

The morning has come
Hopes are high
The traders offload their goods
And the town is fully woken

It is a beautiful morning
With the Golden sun rising
And my slumberness, waking
This Light comes new to me
A perfect start for a day to be
Your Love Jehovah comes to me
For You are this pretty Light I see

From behind the light curtains
The sweet blessed airs flow in
They come and my eyes has seen
The beauty of Your love and where it could be found
Glory to God, my Sovereign!

The dusts wane
Clouds are free of them
Birds ski up the sky
And people return home
A fresh start to begin
And that is just lifes swing

Quiet nights can be romantic
And when one- a poet is alone
Words of reason come to him
But stray night flies sing about
And the crickets quiz themselves
Proposing numerous theories
Asking questions and reminding
One another of the quiet day
To them the nights should be noisy
It should be one of merriment
Noise making and enjoyment
Well, quiet nights come
When the body is at rest
And no humanly noise is felt
But for stray flies and crickets

Strings of flax fall from your stress
Hides carved from animal skin
And strange cloth embellish you

You swerve around like a drunk
Scaring children and younger folk
Caring for nothing but for asunder
The masks on you remind of the hyena
Your whip dragging behind you as you walk
As you seek peoples’ doors to knock
The dogs are scared of your appearance
For they cant stop your uninvited attendance
At homes, mothers yell for their kids
But you only care for your needs

Learn the Igbo language here.

Now palm beer is brought before you
And some lobes of finest of kola nut
For appeasing of the spirits which are come
Unto men from the ancient hills and caves
Let the kettle see the pot as a friend
And not as a foe for they two are black
Let the Eagle perch and the Kite as well
None should forbid the other from perching
Now have the fill of your beer
For your next bus stop
The wine might not be as good as this

I heard you fought near Libya
And other parts of North Africa
The stories told of your bravery
And as I watch your old pictures
As you pose with a rifle in the front
I wonder, I ponder
Will I ever grow your courage?
I was told about your exploits
About how you beat up a racist
The promotion that followed afterward
And the stories of bunker fights

I heard that you hunt in the forests
When men stay asleep and the day is gone
And the moon is gone far away from home
That you killed pythons and wild cattle
And that you hold many titles in the clan
I wonder, I ponder
When such strength I shall grow?
Heard about your ways with the wild
How you study the fish and the bird
Your traps that caught antelopes
And the wild and crafty porcupines

I heard that you farm virgin lands
That you love your people and life
And you also love your tradition
That you plant the king of foods
And you give to the needy and poor
I wonder, I ponder
If I could be this, I appreciate
I heard of your large yam barns
Of the gardens of fresh vegetables
I heard of your discipline and love
For your family and for my mother

Now they call me a reincarnate
But how true are these they say of me,
Am I such or should I wait to see?

For Chinyere Duroha
World War 2 Veteran and my grandfather

Goodmorning my sunshine
Should I let the curtains open
To let the suns warmth reach us?

See the sun rise fast above the clouds
From the silhouettes of caves she rises
Showing herself in between two cliffs
Painting the grey land gold;
There is smell of burning grass
Come from farms awaiting the suns heat
And there are calls of flight birds
Joined by wailing infants in the hamlet
The heat scorch their skin

Alas, arise my sunshine
Let me see your pretty face smile
Upon the golden fleece from the sun
Let me behold your beauty made in Heaven
Let me stare at your cute dark eyes
For the nights strife and cold is gone
And this morning, all new things begin
Starting from the pretty smile on your face

You stay far away
And you beckon to us

From the quiet hamlets, we hear you call
Messages passing through the forest rumbling stomach
To the white clouds garnished by the sunshine
And the tree pathways, leading to you
We sit on your banks, telling stories of the wild
You let the trees surrounding us blow us kisses
The children pick palm nuts and small rocks
And they try to crack the nuts to have the seeds
The sands on your banks provide our feet
With warmth and resounding comfort
And when we step into you; sweet and cold
But all this while, your waters flow in haste
To other lands, they rush to feed!
Now and then a stray fish shows up
Throwing up bubbles to the surface
And avoiding the current surge in moves defined
As leaves fall each time the trees are kissed
The cool breezes sent only by the wind

The trees cover the pathways leading to you
The sunshine tries to break through
But to no avail. only sun streaks could
And from up there Hawks whine as they fly
The pathways are lonely, save from rodents
And stray reptiles that seek the sun’s heat
Now and then, a fruit falls ‘plum!’
Into the quietness of your current
And the little fishes scatter in confusion
But the crabs stay careless and unperturbed

Now, you call unto me dear stream
And when we walk through the pathways to you
It all comes to us, your comfort and taste-quenching waters
And how much we miss your warmness
When we all leave the hamlet to settle in towns

I beckon to you now as you do always to me
Tell me what I have missed all this while
Let your waters wash me, let me be free
And let once more, your waters flow through my sight

Hold my hands
Let’s take this stroll together
Let’s grow older together
Your smiles light my world
I am lost to endless wonder

Hold my hands
Let’s take this walk together
Let’s smile at each other
Let’s walk beneath the tree shed
In a dry and airy evening of December

Hold my hands
Let’s forget the days heat and toil
Let’s us play in the brown soil
Sit and watch the fine golden sun set
And let not anything our happiness foil

Hold my hands
Let’s sit hurdled together
Even as we grow older
And when the day fails and darkness deepens
Let our love find the courage to stay bolder

How happy the day ended
And now the stars glitter in the night
With laughters of joy resounding about
While up the hills, the grass burn
How joyful the hugs and smiles are
From loved ones and friends
And the entire acquiantance made
As celebrations and festivities abound

Now the birth of our Lord, Christ
Is the reason for the season
For the joy and laughter
And celebration come
Let the peace of the Lord
Dwell and bless you all

In the mornings and evening
And as the sun rises each day
Comes the joy of the festive season
On the roadsides the dry grasses lay
Waiting to be gathered and burned
So the flames can dance happily
To meet the sky, his sweet bride
And the fest ends as the soot falls solemnly
But then the kids play soccer in the fields
The dusts of the Harmattan sift about
Noise of home coming is heard all around
The hot day drives all crazy; man, monkeys and moth
As the sun prepares to set
The horizon turns gold
As the clouds move up the firmaments
And as women gather wood
For the coming darkness
Such as then, a happy extended family gathering
Sitting around the fireplace
With the queer scent of burnt grasses smelling

Tonight, reminds me of thee motherland
Thee land of great forests and men!
Of streams and vast farmlands!
The home of the Cashew and the Palm
The scenery of Mother Natures beauty
A painted work, done only by Nature herself
Great hills and vales surround thee
Oh how love flows when you are remembered
All day, the people are full of smiles
The cold nights are made warm with your memories
A land of the Pheasant and the Hyena
In the hot sun, you shine forth
And the little sun insects scamper about
Let me behold thy beautiful presence
More and more, for thee land
Is my tale and inspiration

I stand before the rocks
On the edge were waters fall
Through the block were ferns grow
And the white crystals drop solemnly

And I call out to thee
Hear me, dear mother Nature
Though I am confused and shy
I come to ask of thee something
All about me, I fear greatly
I fear for the thoughts come to me
The thoughts of losing the one I love
For she is so dear and her version rare
The color of her eyes are sweet grey
And the perfumes on her hair,
Fresh each morning I smell them
She is very tall, like the Pawpaw tree
And when she laughs, my thoughts
Comes to a fierce sudden halt,
She has the grace of the deers limb
And walks majestically, like the Pea-hen
The wind is always cool when she stays
The moon mock my shyness
I crave a planet just for we two
But alas, I fear;
The joy of her acquaintance
Tells of many sweet memories
Which will live for a thousand years
Now tell me, mother Nature
What am I to do, to love her more?
For she gave me her true love
And since this beautiful acquiantance
I see the morning clouds, clear
As the crystal drops fall from the waterfall

I am a mist
Covering the green woods
In the early hours of the morning
Descending upon the streets a mirage

I am a shadow
Hiding in the quiet streets
Following lights wherever it goes
Swerving about in the lights flicker

I am a rainmaker
One who invokes the rain
One who calls upon the thunder
And strikes fear in the hearts of all

But I am also a rainbow
Painting the grey skylines
With my colorful hues
And the beauty of Nature

I am a cat, the leopard
Striding the vast jungle
A king of the wild;
The keeper of the wild

I am a wolf
Lurking in the shadows
Watching the crowd pass by
Letting dogs bark all night

I am a forest of trees
The one who feeds the wild
The house of the squirrels
A citadel for all flora and fauns

I am the wild
The lover of Natures gift
The waterfalls that stand ageless
The wonders that men never knew

I am a dream
The power of the will
The believe in oneself
The desire to achieve

I am a lantern
A burning hope
Of a dying world
A dancing ray of light

I am a Mustard
I am small but mighty!
I bear fruits in my time
And growing among thorns

I am a lover
The one who pulls her hair
And holds her to high esteem
In want, in plenty, but joy we have

I am a poet
Living in my fantasies alone
Painting the world with words
Loving the fate Providence has for me

I am Africa!
The Plains of the Savannah
The waterfalls of Lake Victoria
And the roars of the Lion

I am the Sunshine
The beauty of Mother Nature
The protector of the world
And the hope of another day

I am hope
That mankind will love truly
That the world will be peaceful
And that peace will have a chance

I can be whatever I chose to be.

Commentary.
This is not about me. I am writing this piece just for the fun of it. I am human, therefore I am in no way invisible. Only but few, of the verses I believe are true about me.

When the sun rises upon the quiet hamlet
There is joy, there are smiles and laughter

The curtains are thrown open for light
The golden rays of the sun swing in
Hopes are high, answers to prayers come

The children roll out their bicycles
As their dogs follow them, fast
The little ones stay behind, to watch the fun

The girls file in a line to the stream
Talking about the previous night
And how great the melon harvest was

The boys march through the forest
To check their hidden traps
And hoping to kill a wild cattle one day

The women pound yams; make soup
Giving the hamlet a new decent smell
And from the hills, one can tell what meal that waits

The men gather about in the town center
Deliberating on a fresh and virgin farmland
And the new bridge proposed for the river

Trees swoosh about like a choirs swerving
The noise of joy is full and all about
And the tree leaves fall solemnly with the wind

The clouds blue, new and fresh
Let the sun turn all hue bright
Painting a beautiful image of the hamlet

As it falls on the huts by the roadside
Making those lively, painting them gold
And drawing wonder to all living things

The mamba and the boas come to the pathways
Scaring many, but joining the sun funfare
The monkeys play on the tree branches

The cries of the hawks up the skies
And the smaller birds making nest
Outside the hamlet are heard

The winds are not left out
They sing aloud, to the hamlets hearing
They conjure the spirits of the Whistling Pine

And as the warm friendly sun rises quietly
Smiling , it brings good tidings to all
Bugs, ants, faun and flora, man and woman

Now real love feels like
Standing on a rocky land
Surrounded by bamboo trees
On a very hot sunny day
By the side of a flowing stream
Filled with children playing
In the coldness of the waters
And watching the hovering hawks
Circle the area like a scout
As each burst of Heavenly air
Shakes the leaves of the forest
Making the pines whistle
And the bamboo leaves shiver

The tiny silver fishes swerve about
Like a dancing carnival, up and down
And the brown and black crabs
Hide behind flowing tree leaves
The trees on the streams pathway
Shed their leaves joyfully
Watching as they fall quietly
Into the ever quiet stream
The squirrels on tree tops
Watch patiently for any intruder
Holding nuts picked from trees

Now the rocks, so bold and ancient
With indelible marks of Nature
And the strange folk tales told
The waters fall on the stones
And in a queer haste wash down
The rocky body of waterfall
Throwing a splattering noise
Not so far away
Like Nature washing her garments
On the waterfalls as she sing
The distorted but unified painting
Of Natures sweet wholesomeness
Wonder, green and beauty

Love for you, motherland

Commentary:
Kpe’re is the name of my hamlets stream located in Ovim in Isuikwuato in Nigeria. It is a very fine sight, full of ancient rocks and exotic forest of bamboo and many pretty flowers and plants. I can recall vividly stories told me about the stream and her forest. Wild animals; wild dogs, hyena, antelopes, boars, pythons etc have been sighted and once I witnessed a rare specie of snake being killed during a visit in one of the past Decembers. I can also recall swimming when suddenly a snake came with the streams tide, everyone had to run for safety, hahaha. I was a kid then. There is this particular rock by the bamboo forest which has the mark of a very Fish. My mom told me during one heavy down pour, that fishes came down from the clouds and one landed on the rock leaving that mark, hmmm! Well, the exotic appearance of the streamside is one of wonder, nature and beauty. Perhaps I will take pictures of here some day.

Sometimes life is dry and brown
The green leaves of trees mean a little
The sight of snails crawling gives no fun
And all about there is no color or joy

The firmaments seem to be grey
The rain that falls tickles painfully
And the scorching sun so annoying
Isolation from Natures cruelty comes

But when love is found up the hills
Or somewhere, where the mole burrows
The dusks become dawn
The setting sun a rising sun
The dark become light
Weaknesses turn to might

Now your love changed me again
Gave me a new life, so sudden
The winds sing to me sweet tunes
And to your love as it blossoms
Now sitting besides you gives confidence
Walking with you brings joy in abundance
Inspiration comes brings all alive
And the mind becomes creative
The evening air sends your scent
And the roadside flowers smell sweet
All things become beautiful
All because you are now in my life

I am worthy of love
And I love you

There’s a spark outside
Like a strange thunderclap
Hailing his younger cousin
Waking the town from her slumber
Pushing fear into the hearts of many
But for those who know the trick

Now it rains with might
The whole town goes damp
Drawing long straight lines
Which no man can draw better
The crystal rain drops are tiny
But their hits are more like bricks!

On the evening, during moonlight
Some men gather to revamp
Under the Baobab sheltering the inns
The men talk about the rains asunder
Though most feared on the disturbed clemency
On the waving neighboring trees, the Gmelina and Teak

Now we sit around grinning
The day has fast gone by
We had spent the sweat
The Sun has taken her toil
But now we are here
Glancing at the moonlight
Wishing good dreams to the skies
Watching the stars glitter
From firmaments far away
But then, the hope of the day
The hope and courage for another day
We seek to muster this night

August says hi to you all
It says keep your ears close
Closer to his warm chest
And you shall know
How happy he is to meet you!

Have a swell Month and August 8th is my birth day!

What is more beautiful than to build bridges
To bring two different worlds together
To bring in two nations to one embrace
To bring land over a wide spread of water?

The days work is done
The farmer return with smiles
The mother hold the little one
And welcome him who labor
The infant grips the fathers arm
Afraid not to let go
A lullaby from this voice he waits for

“All is well”
A tale of farmlore
The strength of the farmer
Gone beyond the hills
With might and courage
To the great virgin forests
And when the setting sun
Come sinking to her slumber
The farmers hat appears far off
Waving to the onlookers
As he march home with smiles
Love, hope and food

I found love in the air I breath
Love in the waving trees
Love in life, wild and close
Love in a friendly dogs stare
In the dark blue skies
I found love in your eyes
I found love loving
Love in giving
And love in being with Nature

Now I found love today! Guess what I had a swell time with Turbo, a little neighbors dog and a goat tethered by a tree side. I never met these two guys before, but I played all the time with them. I fed the goat with ripe guava fruits and Turbo was up, yanking his tail from side to side waiting to taste the fruit- he did lick it! Turbo would lay on the floor raise legs up and allow me scratch his fluffy hairs, I almost cried for this little impact. I wish these animals could read poetry! The other emotional time was when I was about to move out, Turbo followed and led the way, I had to plead for this little fellow to return home. I guess it”s time I spend more time with more of these creatures. It was just a beautiful experience.

When summers come around
The flowers bloom, red, pink
The clouds are proud with mild sun
Joy gives hope, the bridges a link
The green fields grow
We see the farmers sow

The summer leaves, taking the hue
Blowing all a hearty kiss
As her cold monstrous nephew
Comes taking the once a bliss
The nights turn cruel
As we eat from a bowl

The white clouds wear a scorn
The trees still lay a friend
As the Earths whiteness is done
And hearts are torn and broken
The moon stays all night
But the morrow it was a blight

The hills covered with snow
The cold eats the flesh
Man and beast lay low
And strange concoctions meshed
A bird flies over the blue cloud
And a smile grows; proud

The Earth gets colder
Lost on her way home
She stays a stranger
Fearing all mans shouts and booms
Praying that a bird flew up the heights
To live solemnly up, up the skies

So the sun rise quietly
Behind the hill in the hamlet
A smile spreads across the clan
Children, pets: dogs and cats
Boys with catapults and traps
Girls with baskets for water
Men gather, ready for a hunt
And the women make soup
So the day wakes the clan
And the clan makes the day

Cold morning
Monster weather
Heaven filters in
Her dew and airy lather
We stare, we shake
The cold kept us awake

The rain falls softly
It falls light on me
And it minds not why
Amazed of such
One of uncertainty
Of the rain drops falling
On I who was a bloodline

Break the kola
Wave the palm frond
Call the wind, and …
And listen carefully
For the mother of the rain

Muster some courage
Stand with the dark clouds
The Storm comes
But the Storm must falter!

Now the rain falls on me
Soaking the dusts below
Clogging my footwear
On a carefree evening

The first breath I take
On such a day
Is one of freedom!

I wonder how you sniff out my sugar
The trails to my little cupboard stands
The taste beckons to you,

And when I return from my issues, weary
I see you and your brethren
Mocking my ever precious sugar!

Musing: Lesson

This evening, watching the ants A good lesson came by Keep love in your heart And every challenge is conquered Oiroegbu Halls

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She

She lay in my arms Quiet, whispering and thinking Listening to the tune Of the Pines outside I saw the pain, the grief The despair maybe from disappointment Not sure of the future I wonder, I search her I look all about for a clue Beautiful she is, just lonely Wallowing in an unseen pain… Continue reading She

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