Birthdays are rare They come once in a year Unique Birthday: A set of Eights! Ah, it’s today. 8th day of 8th month of the year 2020. I usually write poems or stories to celebrate but this year’s birthday is unique. So instead of a poem I’ll muse about the actual numbers that made my… Continue reading 8 August: Birthday Wish
Tag: Okechukwu Iroegbu
To my First Grays
You make me look old Like the folktales I told I wish away old age But they say gray is sage I feel happy warmth, When I muse over it
Thoughts on Africa: oiroegbu.com
My name is Okechukwu. I’m a Math teacher and I’m the brain behind oiroegbu.com. I’m from Isuikwuato in Nigeria. I enjoy writing. I love watching wildlife and playing Sudoku. Initially, oiroegbu.com was a poetry blog, but was modified to accommodate other thoughts, personal experiences and places I’ve been to. Hopefully, I’ll start traveling more, to… Continue reading Thoughts on Africa: oiroegbu.com
A Tale of the Wild Woods: Cold world
When the last winter snow melted Several things had changed The tree leaves had less dew And the tree roots hid in the sand The skies were dark blue, Drawing images of floating clouds Few birds came sailing through the sky Larks, Swallows, Parrots and Cuckoos Danced in the clear skies And from the mist,… Continue reading A Tale of the Wild Woods: Cold world
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 rusted past. I picked pebbles of zeal and sealed my fears, I traveled far from home searching for hope Beside the faded branches of loss and pain I was blinded… Continue reading I’m coming home, with Deborah Nnagbo
Muse: Imaginations
First, it is good to know everyone has got the ability to imagine Whether you keep thoughts of failure or dream of a great win, All is possible and our minds must accept that which it is fed with Now if you must fly watch the Cranes, watch also the clouds, If you must swim… Continue reading Muse: Imaginations
” Poetry haunts my soul
Poetry flies thru the thickets,
On a hot desert drive
Daring the mamba to come dance
With the cunny hawks hovering the sky”
1.
Masked tribesmen bother the Lions sleep, huuthuut- hututu
Down the thickets of the bushland strange music of the birds play
They sing, they say…
Wai-oo, wai-oo take me home, fly away
2.
Songs of happy children, rendition of a thousand bullfrogs
The choir of Natures solemnity, grace the quiet darkness
Meanwhile the shepherds sleep, the nights waste
Man, flora, fauna and spirits, all try to rest
3.
To lands tucked away in far places, where the cultures differ
Stay ladies who dance with hands on their slim waists
They swirl, they turn, all in fine haste
To make fun, they laugh at the mens restlessness…
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Hospitality as Love
Genesis 18.2 The world can only stand when we learn to love The culture and philosophy of live and let live Teaches us to live while letting others live Let the Eagle perch, let also the Kite perch None should forbid the other from perching The love we give returns to us in some other… Continue reading Hospitality as Love
”…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 ever, amen.”
From the rising to the setting sun
Gods love endures forever and ever
In the warm summer or cold winter
And by His Grace we are winners!
Let the weak wake, the also the slumber
Give thanks, give thanks to Jehovah
His Love endures forever and ever
Give thanks to God, our Nissi,
Forever God is faithful to me
Join me reverence His majesty
For He has shown to me mercy
Grace and blessings follow me
The One Who gave my heart poetry
Today, August 8th is my birthday. I give glory to God for letting me behold another beautiful day. Recalling each year of growth, made possible only by GRACE I acknowledge Him. It is about Jehovahs mercies. Join me celebrate and by Gods Grace we shall carry on.
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I was born and bred in a big city
But nought interests me
More than a quiet life
Which the serene hamlets give
I was the king of the jungle
With maidservants and menservants
And a great sand house
Filled with sand-made yams
Commanding the mango fruit
To fall for my noon delight
And the skies turn dark blue
So that it would rain heavily
The moonlit nights are firecrackers
I sent them into the sky on a mission
To excite me with their noise and bangs
The streams flow as I dip my foot to stop her
She mocks my sovereignty, laughing heartily
The green forest full of trees are silent
I thought I did tell them to keep quiet!
I have eaten the Murringas’ seedlings
I have chopped up the Pumpkin skin
I even has slain snakes
Which infiltrated my farmland
I have climbed the Guava
And the mango and Cashew
I slayed a chipmunk
Which ate the fabrics in the house
Oh, I was a warrior!
Yes I was
I Swam the shallow rivers
And caught a big crab
Now here again I happen,
I happen upon these cities again
But the only true place I ever loved
Was this life which I desire when I am
A thousand miles away from township
And her strange faces of hustle bustle
Commentary;
The poet vividly paints a picture of his past times and experiences in the village and rural areas. The piece suggests just one thing: he truly adores a quiet and pastoral countryside lifestyle.
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(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 romance has begun
(2.)
I am a rainmaker
For the days are stuffy and hot
And to the cold rains we must go
I am a painter
For each morning my mind is awoken
To the wonderful hues before me
I am a farmer
For my passion for the Wild
Can’t be imagined or measured
I am a singer
For I sing songs in my heart
And when the Wind sings, I with her
I am a tale teller
For these stories are mild
And in the night, a lullaby it is
I am a poet
For each day turn to nights
And I realise that the pen has got a might
I am a lover
For nothing else spoils the world
But uncontrolled love…
I am Okechukwu Iroegbu
A common man of many deeds
But to Jehovah I owe it all
(3.)
The sun sets before my eyes,
Night throws her veil on earth
The breezes travel south
And on their pathways
They play lyrics of sooth
And within, without
I see how lucky I am
To have your unfailing love
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(i.)
“Open the windows of your heart
See the wonders outside; besides you”
I like to write this for you, dear
For memoirs of what we share
And as the last days drew near
A moment of truth, I can swear
I care for all which come to me
The butterflies which fine colors I see
And the Sparrows which fly to the Sea
And in all; to me, I will always be me
(ii.)
“The clouds are blue up the Heavens
A fine prize for those who care to love”
Within, without but my love is for charity
I will never claim any right or authority
I get all muddled at times, love is also piety
For it does not come from looks or prosperity
I always have very little to say
I have found it, now I know the way
Strong winds flush about, on me it plays
Scoffing at my face when I try to look away
(iii.)
“Say always words of encour,
Save the young hydras’ neck”
I keep trying to reach and talk to you
Each time you seem to be busy Iroegbu
And then you told me you will be good
I went my way, so I hope you would
Not for me, nay, no, not anymore
I dislike inconsistency, it’s an eyesore
But faith, believe, trust and care all allures
Talk to me, but do not hasten to my door
(iv.)
“Do not fall prey to the Bear
For her manner of dinner is queer”
I felt your heart beat happily when we hugged
We complained for it lasted only for a few seconds
A memoir, desire and longing that in my quiet self, long ago lived
But to my books and future, to You Jehovahs word; I lovely wed
But then I will always be myself in the end
And to these bright future, flowers I shall send
For I have seen it all, I have seen the Lions den
And I shall say goodbye, just by the rivers bend
I muse from this quietness in my soul and the comfort of my dear bed…
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Seeing this fresh new year
Reminds of how dear
We are to God, Almighty
From the jungles of East Africa
To the snowy lands of Canada
Arise, be blessed, be lifted!
From the sands of Arabia
To the icy terrains of Russia
Let joy be-filled in your dealings
And from the cold nights to come
Even as the suns scorch come
Do not falter, for all is new
Let hope arise as the sun wakes
Carry on, be glad for life’s sake
You saw the start of something great
And at the end
We all acknowledge the Lords deed
For His power alone kept us
Let your voices sing, “we made it” thank God!
For all this while, He has made all new and blessed”
Now this piece I dedicate to you all my readers and followers, without you writing would make little sense to me. I can’t mention all the names but I want you all to know I appreciate. Let us share information; help each other with writing opportunities and contest notifications and fly higher this year.
It is New Year! And as they say New Year, New Life and New Resolution. I strongly encourage everyone to be diligent, to be good, to live in peace with fellow men and in all to work harder. It never late to start something new. Never fear to fall, for in falling you discover a new way of doing something. Have the courage to dare, to try and to dream. The future belongs to us all. Happy new and blessed 2016 to you all.
Oke- Iroegbu
1.1.2016
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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!
