Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: nights

  • 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…

  • Airy Night

    The evening is cold The airs are mild It blows very sweet Into the eyes of all Burnt ashes fly about Even as the evening is dull And people lay yawning The wind continue to blow

  • 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…

  • Maker of Poetry

    Now poetry had it all A way of life, dreams and fancy When we wake, it sings At bedtime it comes around In the fields, in the airs On the back of the Camels On automobiles on the streets It is on the food we eat Can you hear it pray ‘eat me?’ The fishes…

  • 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…

  • 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…