Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

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  • A Muse: The Corn and The Beetle

    One day a black beetle Sat amused at the sight Of her neighbour from her tree shed “Oh how awful you look” She would say, grinning “You werent like this Some few months ago!” “How do I look?” The Corn asked blushing “You look stalky, long and hairy I dont like hairy guys!” “Well we…

  • Musing: The Love I have

    I found love in the air I breath Love in the waving trees Love in life, wild and close Love in a friendly dogs stare In the dark blue skies I found love in your eyes I found love loving Love in giving And love in being with Nature Now I found love today! Guess…

  • The Summer’s Tale

    When summers arrive The flowers bloom in red and pink The clouds are proud under a mild sun Joy brings hope, connecting the bridges The green fields grow We see farmers sowing. The summer leaves change hue Blowing a hearty kiss While her cold, monstrous nephew Comes to take what was once bliss The nights…

  • The Clan and The Day

    So the sun rise quietly Behind the hill in the hamlet A smile spreads across the clan Children, pets: dogs and cats Boys with catapults and traps Girls with baskets for water Men gather, ready for a hunt And the women make soup So the day wakes the clan And the clan makes the day

  • Musing: Cold Mornings

    Cold morning Monster weather Heaven filters in Her dew and airy lather We stare, we shake The cold kept us awake

  • The Descendant, a rains incantation

    The rain falls softly It falls light on me And it minds not why Amazed of such One of uncertainty Of the rain drops falling On I who was a bloodline Break the kola Wave the palm frond Call the wind, and … And listen carefully For the mother of the rain Muster some courage…

  • Musing: The Sugar Ant

    I wonder how you sniff out my sugar The trails to my little cupboard stands The taste beckons to you, And when I return from my issues, weary I see you and your brethren Mocking my ever precious sugar!

  • 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…

  • Musing: Lesson

    This evening, while watching the ants, a good lesson came to mind. Keep love in your heart, and you can conquer every challenge.