Fonuoha: I dreamt of a flock How I’d watch them graze But I’m always out of luck Like a mirage my dreams erase Oiroegbu: For
Tag: Oke Iroegbu
The Ancestors by Oke Iroegbu #WPD2019
Boundless Sailing in the wind like a stray newspaper Casting shadows in the hearts of many Now they called you spirits Spirits of men who
I’m coming home, with Deborah Nnagbo
1. Dn I’m coming home,dear forgotten land. For I’ve wandered so far away in the dungeon of life, So far away I journeyed into the
The Pathway
Maybe I am lost, lost in the quiet Plantain forest Following a trail of leaves, to a place where I know not Maybe I am
The path to Harvest
Joy is the fruit blossomed in the heart of the farmer His smiles are meshed with the days toil and sweat Patches of brown earth
My muse: Rejoice
My heart rejoices, but why I can not say! The sun has risen, the land is golden The firmaments are bright, blue and grey Dews
The Shepherds Tale
Lonely stars filled the cloudy night Crickets quizzed behind the rocks But the lonely Shepherd stayed awake Watching the glittering from the star light Listening
Teach my Heart
Reach my hands Help me stand firm Draw me close to Your embrace Let me see the beauty of Yout Love Teach my heart To
First Words of P’Ville, SummerTown
When the Winter Witch got tired of the warmth Which the fine golden sun brought She decided to leave the sunny, pitiful city And with
The Tree leaves fall
Permit me a sec before reading this piece. I am pained to see the world destroy green life, I feel the grieve of these wonderful
A muse: Heavy evening 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
Smiley
I like you to blow out laughing Turn around and see me make a face I like to see you smile The pains in my
Tale: The Animal King: Confusion and Disunity
Gather now… Come closer Warm your hands, sit near the fire It is a cold evening, is it? Now pay attention to this poetale I
Gods Love Endures: A Happy Birthday to me
”…Goodness and mercy shall follow me, all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the House of the Lord for ever and
Folk: One night, one story
It has been long I left my village And they must have felt my absence For the moon still shone always But then no one
My Love
Onyinye Chukwum! The pearl that shines with the sun, Your skin glitter like pretty diamonds Upon the darkest of nights you shine From the Earth
Pastoral: The Shepherd
Aye, he stayed in the vast wild lands alone, With only the bleating of sheep as his song And smell of grass and dung as
Rainmakers’ tales: 2 tales of Oke- Iroegbu
When I am not making the rain fall And flood the villagers huts and farms And to make the river banks overflow So that the
Musing: Stare into my eyes
1. I love to stare into your eyes To let you know how special you are I heave a sigh of relieve Each time, tears
Wanderer by Obiajulu Nwodo
Wander-man, Tiger-man moves; sipping from different fountains overflowing with milk of life and death He hops; From Jagua Nana to Annan Wanger Never satisfied with
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
Yesu, my love
”The sweet fragrances of the morning Has come to my nose and face Yesu masoyina, You made this possible! Even when I lay like a
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
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
The Waterside
…by the Waterside See the waters queer like a green tea Flowing quietly in the dry season The haste of waters upon the rocks As
Festive Season
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
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
Musing: Sun Rising in Africa
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
My Sunshine
I call you sunshine in the morning Because when the golden sun rises Thoughts of you come to me Like clouds gathering to give the
A tale of a Bard, at first
There was a land far, far away Told to have been located by the bay The day wake with good tidings and bird twittering The
