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Nature: Hope

We have seen vegetation crumble;
Even the greens of Sahara go south
Towing with it our life-giving earth
Spreading tentacles of drought
Upon man who knows only profits

I walked ahead of time
Beyond those warm blankets
Of trees and sunny forest,
Listening to Nature speak
With hope, I gladly seek

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love poems lullaby Poetry

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 stars your stories
And the wind the days you saw
Let me hear your voice sing for me,
To ring through quiet nights a lullaby

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Africa, Poetry and Love Nature Pastoral Poetry

Thoughts: I Wonder

Sometimes it’s hard to stop a rolling stone, but whenever it may roll, it always seems to find its way back home. Brett Boyett

Home Forever

Dear motherland, I’m proud to call you my home. I’m reminded of sunset, it tells that it ends where it began. From tree branches on the hilly countryside, I see shadows of land retreat with the setting sun. When the sun travels away the shadows of trees and shrubs fall upon the ground, timid firmament blocked by passing grey clouds and day becomes a shadow of itself. Such beautiful landscape and sight I’ll give all to behold every day.

Dancing figures of butterflies and fireflies contradict day and light. Light, dark. Sunlight, moonshine. Beautiful wings spread over this damp earth my fathers walked and tilled.

Everything is magical when I think of you Africa. I truly love you.

Beautiful Land

My beautiful home sits up those ancient majestic hills and spread across fertile green valleys. A land carved by Providence itself, combining both the simplicity of the forest land and sophistication of human civilization. When cold hands of night descend, the beauty is unmasked and seen through mist and moonshine. If you must see, you will wait for the moon. When the moon appears, she is dressed in white. It let’s her light upon the great land and the vast wilderness. Forces of light and darkness may battle. I ponder on what courage that walk the dark night but queer fireflies that fly in droves and glitter randomly. Their light add to the night’s beauty, which words cannot describe exactly. Then I ponder further, fearing for the future of this beautiful land and her people.

I wonder…

I wonder oh Africa, how much gold you worth and yet fall to the wicked hands of poverty. I wonder how you love and in return you are hated. I wonder why there’s so much but yet little to go around. I wonder if I’ll ever grow out of this love I’ve for you. I wonder if I can retain this loving mindset for man and nature forever. But how long should your children wait to become great again?

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Africa Africa, Poetry and Love lullaby nature poems night poems Poetry

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

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Africa Africa, Poetry and Love Nature nature poems Poetry

Muse: Nature’s Circus

1

When you call, your sound rent through the wind
Whispers, songs of the wild, emissary of mother Nature
You send birds, they ‘caw-caw‘, they fly the blue clouds
Making the skies their tuft, and you: their leisure

2

Green trees, red flowers, purple feathers, all in perfect unison
You call to your own, you Baobab, Bee and Flamboyant, you Cheetah,
We listen, we write, we dream of the call, we listen and write again
The days run out, they run fast into the current of the river

3

From wild palms, monkeys dance and display their weird talents
In your joyful reverie you laugh at their circus and happy lust
Each day they play, each day they lived and so each day went
You engage all, blue clouds, buzzing bees and seeds that will burst

4

Down below, beautiful, fine and awesome things exist
Crickets and hoppers play about, worms crawl on the clay
In the quiet mornings the sun must rise to take off the mist
All day and night, there is your song, one we can not say

5

In summer, the hot sun shimmer and shine all day
The blue skies are unperturbed, alligators lay lazy
And mid day, snakes beat the traffic, they make hay
All and all, at the end, you make your lively circus busy

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Africa Africa, Poetry and Love Nature nature poems Pastoral Poetry

Palm Tree

Beautiful ornament, guardian of my land
I salute you gladiator,
My great warrior!
Your strong fronds are high
To shade the village from heat,
You stand on those ancients hills
A pillar rooted deep into earth,
Little forests grow, here and there,
You tower over all, trees and fauna,
But yet a citadel for great and small,
You gather a parliament over our hamlet,
Where you precede as king of all
Stretching your kindness across valleys,
Your roots are seats for farmers
It provides succour for travelers,
It is said that you are close to skies
Because you must keep her from falling,
So I now know why they treat you as a deity
Ancient as hills that you tower over, a tree-god

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Africa, Poetry and Love haiku Nature nature poems Pastoral Poetry

Haiku: I touch the sky

Clouds mock me
Yet I touch the sky,
I have no wings

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Africa love poems Nature nature poems opinion Pastoral Poetry

Traveler

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The traveler is like the sun
Which traverse the length of Earth,
Seen her people, food and cultures
He is like a blast of the wind
Blowing cold and hot at times
And fine dust is his companion
The traveler is like a compass
Searching for North pole
Seeking gladly new lands
The traveler is a big book
Though he may have read little
Pass for a walking encyclopaedia


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Africa culture/tradition education lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Waterfall

Listen to Nature sing from waterfalls,
She thrash her garments upon rocks
And wash them with her soft palms
She sends soft waters crashing into the pool
Watching the blue skies as her fingers work
When the water descend they form
Fine curtains of white mist
As the water touch the pool below
It changes into bubbling green
Loose soil cling to Water lilies & Fern roots
Slowly falling water push crabs to their burrows
Echoing nature’s still song till evening

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Colourful Beauty

I could describe you with colours
So I look to your pout, a rose patch,
You blushed when our grey eyes met,
Then a smile that reminds me of glee

Now your pretty face reminds me of the sun,
When she rise from the back of many hills
Dragging her gold blanket before farms
So if you would let me paint this muse
I would imagine sunrise over wheat fields
And fast approaching evening when birds fly home

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Poetry

Nature’s simplicity

Grey skies, morning wakes to roosters,
Gold spreads across the cloudy horizon
Morning was just Nature’s simple character

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Drums of Nature

These are drums, of joy and fulfilment,
Listen, Heaven sings her melodious hit
Her clap of thunder startles me,
Yet the raindrops act as my lullaby

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With Elabh

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Africa culture/tradition Igbo culture Nature Pastoral Poetry

Four Nature Poems with Deborah Nnagbo, Shawny Johnson and Franklin Onuoha

Ogbunike Cave by Deborah Nnagbo

There it lies with an open mouth,
Basking in the unadulterated air of tradition.
Bidding me to come in unto her,
Inside the sacred forest guarding the glory of a race.

Slowly, I tiptoed into natures edifice.
With eyes clothed with wonder.
I could not but see the finger of Chineke
In all shades and forms of the cave.

Ogbunike cave, ancestral home.
The hidden abode of friendly bats.
The meeting place of our ancestors.
Crawling up and down your little hills stirs up nostalgic feelings of my childhood.

Thou hast revived the strangled reality of Igbo culture in me.
And lured my heart to crave for the riches of thy land.
Your stream of nativity has revealed my identity.
I shall no more wander like a homeless lass when I have a room in you.

Formed by Shawny Johnson

Above and beyond
Falling to produce greatness
Running in the DNA of grains cultivating food of earthy particles pushing through the rhythm of GOD’s timing
Purposed for a destined designed
portrait of his own imagery cycling over again recreating the dust that formed the pleasure of you and I being man and man within
With rain drops cleaning away the imperfections of our disconnections from the ground that needs the same rain from the clouds that clash In dances only GOD can orchestrate to give life that we may live on

Nature’s Touch by Franklin Onuoha

It throws me into wild ecstasy
To see the bamboo
Twirl and dance
To the rhythm of the wind

And when I see the leaves
Of the Ukpaka tree wave at me
I feel at home because even the trees know
That I’m a son of the soil

The euphonious dawn chorus
From the morning birds
Fills me with the optimism
To face the day’s task

And the chirping
Of the crickets at night
Is a sweet sounding lullaby
To my weary head

Oh! How I love the caress
Of the evening breeze
And the sound of the flowing streams
Which soothes my perturbed nerves

Home is where I want to be
Where nature speaks to me
And reminds me of who I am
I’m African

The Waterfalls by OkeChukwu Iroegbu

Thou water that fall from the skies
Pleasing to my weary ears,
Your sounds wake my sweet sensation
Ah, you are then my inspiration
When you trap me in your web
I wonder freely
How much of your sounds I must listen to
With each passing day

Thou water that fall from the skies
Pleasing to my weary foot,
Your songs sooth away my pain
I’m at ease, when you win
Now you take the moment
When you spray your mild water
And with your falling white matter
You distinguish mud from water

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Musing: The Ostrich

1

To you my feathery friend, I write

In the greying fields, your fur I sight

Dangling by your sides are your wings

Your neck is up, for a long time you sing

2

Caw caw, caw caw those are your favorite words

The wind is your friend, the soil is your playground

The shrub is your hideout, to it you run for safety

Your legs are very strong, your claws are even deadly

3

In the evenings, the farm fields are your runway

You send stray rats and rodents scampering away

I am not ashamed of you having a bard head

But you my fluffy friend, you are a wonderful bird

4

In the morning your queer scent fill the farmyard

Your presence serves as scarecrow for our land

But to have you around, beautiful and tall bird 

Is a musing of its own, one that is absolutely good

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Sweet Breezes

Sweet breezes, heavens ride
to and fro, home and wild
By the town and countryside
surge of fresh air, quick, mild

Sweet breezes, soaring scentless
like the fair English countess
Immaculately dressed, spotless
dancing, joyful- happily remorseless

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A muse: Heavy evening rain

 rain

And now it rains with thunder

The hand of Cold had come for her asunder,

Come let us see the rains fall by the window

Let us dance in the rain and have fun while we can

Surely, the heavy rain has come to sow

And her many seeds are spread across the land

The sweet breezes that come with her

Battled the stranger for his umbrella

The  darkness grew and tried to mar

The way  and hope of this stranger

We sit to enjoy the drama

While the rains fall with thunder!

 

 

 

 

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My Sun

Let’s pull the curtains to a side
And see the rays of the Golden Sun
Sieve in to greet from the wild
A strong flight in a run

Let me braid your hair
As we watch the surging clouds
I will hold your hands my dear
And we shall stay were blue skies abound

Let’s run in the yellow fields
Bring our little ones, dogs and rabbits
Let’s pluck the happy Golden wheats
As we glide thru the winds

Let’s talk about the nights
Stories of strange sea creatures
Hercules and his might
An Arabian nights of Genees

To the coming evening, gather the puppies
Together, we all huddle at the fireplace
Watching the birds return to their nests
And a farewell smile from the sun of the East