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Musing: I wonder
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The African mist
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March’s Night Rain
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Musing: The Cricket and I
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The First Rains
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The Violins of the Nights
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Muse: Nature Inspired
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…
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Brothers with Fonuoha and Ciroegbu
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Musing: Light, Paper, Curtains, and My Head
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A duel inside
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Just after I wake
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My Musing: February 11
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A Tale of the Wildwoods 3: Summer arrives
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…
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Musing: Baby Chicken
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The Desert city
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…
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A New Day
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A beautiful morning
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Musing
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Quiet nights
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…
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Masquerades
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Musing: Chinyere Duroha
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A Muse: Arise, my Sunshine
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…
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The rivulet, Oko’pia
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Hold my hands
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Christmas
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…
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Festive Season
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Umudinja
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Musing: Besides the Waterfall
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Fantasy: “I Am”
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Musing: Sun Rising in Africa
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Kpe’re in the Harmattan
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Love Life
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Musing: Morning Rain
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…
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The Days Dream
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August
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Haiku: The Bridge
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A farmers smile
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Musing: The Love I have
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The Summers Tale
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The Clan and The Day
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Musing: Cold Mornings
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The Descendant, a rains incantation
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Musing: The Sugar Ant
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Musing: Lesson
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She
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Musing: Loves Poetry