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Africa culture/tradition education lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Four Poems: Let’s Take A Walk

I. OUR TRYST

Breezes bring your memory; mild rosy fragrance,
The wind sing with you when you sang of the Nightingale
And now we wait to tryst, craving beautiful sunset

II. HAPPY MEETING

We must make haste, for night is a cold stranger,
For the great Baobab where our love blossomed,
Cold nights steal our warmth but time will keep memories
Of our merry evenings; me, you, beneath a pretty moon shine

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III. LET’S PLAY

Now let’s play hide and seek before the youth arrive for tonight’s tale
Let’s cuddle while we wait for happy girls and grumpy boys,
This night I shall surely bare my mind, I’ll have no timidity
And if my wit tries to escape from me I’ll take hold of it

IV. MY JEWEL

I’ve not come to hear stories nor see anyone but you:
My Jewel, I’m your Lion, the one who loves you in silence
And before this night tales are spent
We’ll live our Romeo and Juliet!

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Africa culture/tradition education folklore lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Quiet Lakeside

Once upon a quiet lakeside,
Where blue clouds stay,
With very thick fog dwell,
And tall Figs hide in them
Like towers,
Over a host of colours,
Painting down the valley
When the sun rays fall
And the forest below
So all may turn to gold.
Clouds are not left behind
They shine in the sun’s glory
Her dew drop upon trees
Away from the waterfalls,
Washing white fine pebbles

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Even as the water rush
And solemn rocks wait
Upon green forests beside it
There’s a rainbow up the sky
With a host of Egrets surfing,
The white mountains stand
Patches of green here and there
As the wind blow sweet breezes
The bears may growl, cats sniff.
But all are beautiful and charming
Around a lonely and quiet lakeside
Where Nature offer a perfect sight

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Africa culture/tradition lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Starry Night

Stars sing your herald
Cold night, crickets quiz
In quietness I lay alone

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Africa lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Amuse: Reason to Smile

smiley

I like to see you laugh
Turn around, watch my goofy face
Let me be the reason you smile
To make your pain go away
Let me see curves on your mouth
Dance to lyrics of my daydream
Call me naughty names if you would,
Call me a pigeon with one dark eye,
Call me Napoleon of famed animal farm,
Call me the Joker, with his goofy smiley,
Or anything that catch your fancy,
For I care only for your pretty smile
And the memories they bring to me

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Africa lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Dawn

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A slope of rounded hills
Black against the horizon
Threatening the sun with its fierce thrust
With thin clouds streaking across the sky

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The clouds underbellies glow reddish hue
The morning warmth fighting the heady moon
Wide plains stretched, savannah grass paradise
Sometimes lonely trees stand with the yellow grass

Ancient, raw, the scattered lights slowly gather together
The city below, and the hills standing guard like a soldier
Listen now, the Tsetse may disturb mornings peace
But the heat will come soon with her perfect grease
The road are shaded by thick groves of Eucalyptus and Vines
And the human settlement; houses, huts are all intertwined

Smell of ripe fruit romance the market ways
Tomatoes gutted, grapes squashed on the clay
And when the hills let the sun quietly rise above them
It was gold- unexplainable, like the lifecycle of a worm

Again, like the humble Queen risen from a sleep
Came the sun from the lands of the unknown deep
Smiling at the ones she had left to her solitary slumber
She leaves all, fauna, flora to a graceful wonder

Now there is light, the brown Earth bright
And on all things old, the sun shines her gold

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Nature Pastoral Poetry

Poetry Challenge by Robin Bliss

When the Moon Dies and the Wind Cries.
April
Oh! April what can you bring?
The final blow;death to Summer?
Even though it’s warm and dry.
I know that this warmth is false.
Ah! Fickle month filled with lies.
For this warmth means death.
Pretending that all is well.

But! Soon the icy coldness comes,
And Winter lurks in the shadows.
The dying leaves are testimony,
To your cruelness even the moon dies,
And the howling wind cries alas,alas.
The birds leave or shelter deeper,
In their nests,fluffing their feathers.

And so silently the end of joys.
Approach;But! this I know, surely,
Our love my dearest,my lover and wife.
Our love will flourish and burn,
Even more brightly,this Winter.
For true love cannot be put out,
By coldness or freezing rain.

Let the moon die and the wind cry,
Howling around the house outside.
For I know that with the Springtime,
Golden Wattles will bloom again,
And the lovers moon will be shining,
And our souls will rejoice once more.
For we are one forever.

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lifestyle Nature Poetry

City Life by Robin N Bliss

Tall,towering up so high
Glass towers touch the sky
Man made canyons concrete,stone
There the wind funnels mourn n’moan
People hurry push and shove
No time here for thing like love
Neon signs glowing bright
They are such a colourful sight

Buildings forming angles sharp
Here and there,there is a park
Cars and buses grind and roar
So much traffic more and more
Sunlight reflecting off the glass
Clouds form patterns as they pass
And the buskers entertain
But,see the homeless in their pain

See the man in tattered clothes
Shuffling on wards as he goes
See the man in business suit
For he doesn’t give a hoot
For the poor and homeless man
We know he doesn’t give a damn
And so the city life goes on
From the night until the dawn

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Africa folklore Nature Pastoral Poetry

The sun may hide

The sun may hide for a while
But faith is our fortitude and citadel

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Africa culture/tradition lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry Series

Mother

Love is a beautiful journey in your eyes,
You cook all day to feed our hungry selves
And you eat only when we’re satisfied,
Our first teacher, lover and my citadel
You are a hero, you are my hero!

Your love is restraint and inspiration
Like the hen, sheltering chicks with her wings,
You teach our hearts the world’s rhythm
So I sing for you, in my heart anytime I see you;
Mama you are a hero, you are truly my hero!!

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It’s Mothers Week in my local church, Methodist Church Nigeria. I felt I could do a line or two to express my warm feelings for mothers. Happy Mothers Week to my super mom, Helen Iroegbu, to every woman who had contributed to my growth and mothers all over the globe. You all will continue to be our first love.

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Africa lifestyle Nature Pastoral

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

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folklore Nature Pastoral Poetry

Galaxies

Galaxies shine,
Cloudy night they belong
Sea breeze play with waves

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Africa culture/tradition lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

My Friend, the Free Wind

I like that I soak in the rain,
Catching water drops
That melt before my eyes
I play with Nature’s gifts,
Dancing with the wind,
My free, worthy friend!
Rejoicing when our pots fill
To embrace mother Nature’s bliss

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folklore Nature Pastoral Poetry

Beauty

Beauty is the ladybird
Waking in the midst of dew
To enjoy a quiet and lonely walk

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Africa culture/tradition lifestyle Nature Pastoral Series

Self Reflection 12: Patience

The law of sowing and reaping may take time to manifest sometimes, but it will surely come to pass.

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lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Muse: My friend

You my friend is wild,
Yet your acquaintance is mild

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lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Remember

Remember the setting sun will rise,
Tomorrow will become yesterday
And life must definitely find a way

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Africa culture/tradition Love and Christianity Nature Pastoral Poetry

Muse: Even Though…

Let me hold your hands, look into your eyes & sing,
For even though I fail sometimes, I love you still

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Nature Pastoral Poetry

Muse: Thoughts of You

Nights may fall, crickets may call,
I sit alone, thinking of you

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Nature Poetry

Muse: Promise

I’ll be far away,
Promise you wait for me

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Love and Christianity Nature Pastoral Poetry Series

Love Challenge 9B

Just call on my name, I’ll be there
To show you how much I care

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Africa Nature Pastoral Poetry

The Cricket’s Sorrow

I laid my bones down to rest
An airy night, dark and quiet,
When a thought swept over me
I was still awake
When I heard it
I heard it screech
A cold voice, not far from me
I paused, listened
A neighbor coughed from the next flat and bothered it
So quietness stayed for a while

Another screech
I kept mute to hear it speak…

Ihttttcchh, what a painful world,
A disturbed place, a confused one,
Less trees, lesser shrubs
Less green places for little fauns
Dark places, carbon profits
Hotter days and nights
And yet all they do is sit
To clamour for more wealth!’

I could feel her pain
I could almost touch it
I see myself in her shoes

And wonder what may become
Of this beautiful Earth

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Dedicated to those who genuinely fight to keep the Earth from dying and to all trees and shrubs in the forests, that still sustain human life, everywhere, anywhere.

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Africa Love and Christianity Nature Pastoral Poetry Series

Love Challenge 3

The swift surge of the evening air
Compares not to your amazing smile
Your glittering teeth, oh splendor of my soul

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Africa culture/tradition Nature Pastoral Poetry

Elegy to you, Peace

I remember your smiles dear sister,
Your struggle to live in this pathetic world,
Your last smile and when you slept in peace
I glad that your pains are no more
Though I miss you and we may live alone
I still see tree leaves fall from the window side,
Sitted on the lawns that you fell upon
I see regrets pick through the grass
While soft winds play rush in the hospital
But you, you are no more to smile for me
And watch nature play before our eyes

I shall fear no more for your pain, adieu

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Hello everyone. I lost my sister, Peace Iroegbu, yesterday night to an accident. I haven’t been myself lately and can’t concentrate on my work. Please include me in your prayers.

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Poetry

The Waterfall: Sounds of Water

I stand to listen to you, sounds of water,
When birds fly above the green shroud
And small fish glide in the green current
When the waterfall sing a proud song

Mother Nature sings and wash her garments on rocks,
Happy girls and boys wash and sang along
Pigeons, egrets, partridges and wild ducks
All swim or wade through the calm music

Sounds of water brings to all a merry feeling,
Blue and grey clouds may stay to listen too
And for the villagers, it’s a comforting song
One, proudly written and sung by Nature herself

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Poetry

Four Poems

(i.) The Moon
The Moon is following me
And with her light I see
Wherever I walk she stalks;
Behind my shadow she follows
And how she sweeps the land
Looking for me in the quiet clan
(ii.) Village Square
The nights dancing festival
Brings all, big and small
The farmer, the wine tapper
The cobbler and the dancer
A night of skewered meat
And one, were lovers meet
(iii.) The candlelight
See how her pretty light flickers
Throwing the light on my papers
Like a tongue of fire
She seeks to be admired
For even the wind has come
To rest and get some warmth
(iv.) The dancer
The drums beat hard

When she strod forward
Swerving about like a mad maiden
In a big and crowded man-full den
Dancing to the cat-calls, the desires, the drunk men
And for all that cared to come watch or listen

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Africa Nature Pastoral Poetry

Haiku of the Harmattan

Green things are brown
Harmattan made them so
Even trees turn mad dancers

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Africa Nature Poetry

Harmattan winds

Harmattans graceful blankets slowly descend,
Blowing dry brown dust upon our hamlet,
On misty mornings and smoky evenings

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Nature Poetry

Dance in the Rain

Let’s dance in the rain
Throw our worries to the wind
Raise your hands
And dodge my water blow,
Gather the rain water
Return my punch
Let this flow turn to dance

When clouds gather
That’s a great sign-
It must be the rain!
Or the comely evening
But let’s wait,
If it’s the rain’s herald
Will you dance with me?

Now the wind has come
Flirty-distracting breeze
First drop and another,
A little storm and showers
Yet, I’m King of the rain fight
And I’ll make you my Queen
If you would dance with me

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Haiku: Sunset

Grey shades fall on the land, fast travels the sun through the clouds
Songs of slumber, dog barks, the airy evening’s last memories,
Time to wake all night creatures, crawling or walking

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Haiku: Smile Beautiful Flower

Smile beautiful flower
Let your tissues and petals
Bring warmth to all that see

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Muse: Evening Rain

Listen…
Hear the clouds rumble, for it rains again
Soft breezes from the quiet evening
Come drumming, mildly on the pan,
The rooftop has got a companion

Up this ancient forested hills
The trees dance and twist
To songs from the Winds tongues
From the pond, the back-up frog choir get set,
Waiting for their master, Lightning to herald the start
Now the sweet breeze sweep through the hilly hamlet
In search of eyes, to take with her to Sleep’s wonder land

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Nature Pastoral Poetry

Haiku: A Summer Walk

Take a summer stroll down the green bush
Find three squirrels play by fallen tree logs
Splash! A frightened frog jumps into the quiet pond

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Love and Christianity Poetry

Muse: For you…

Light will be my sweet, loving words
With your faith I will stand my ground,
For when I look into your pretty grey eyes
I behold a warrior, your happiest desire!

You are my delicate flower bud
For you, I will sing and stand guard
Songs, poetry and lavender perfumes,
All my muse, my all to make your joy blossom
My happiness flow endlessly, like the swift running river
Let this happiness put smiles on your pretty face forever

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God as Poetry Editor By David Thane Cornell

He dips His pen in the black hole of night
To recover an image and give it more light
Sometimes He uses a digital pad
Revising the first idea He had
Editing in and out of time
Honing the meter and smoothing the rhyme
He deftly spells and abbreviates
Cities, town, mountains and lakes
The metaphor of His master plan
Is hand to God and God to man
And when the poets have had their say
He folds them, with love, away

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From The House Where Winter Begins, Poems by David Thane Cornell. ©️ 2011

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Is this art not beautiful? I really celebrate this piece. Thank you David Thane Cornell.

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Poetry

Morning sun

Spreading her white net,

Morning wakes to her duties

Gathering fresh scent

From flowers and dew

She casts upon the clouds

Heavenly paintings

A creation, perfect and mild

One gift given to man

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Dark Clouds

It is morning but it is still dark

Well, the clouds may have gone for a procession,

A procession hidden behind the heavenly firmaments

Strangely it may never storm

But the town can feel the damp

Soft airs play with the trees leaves

Flying them like kites up above the sky

Dark clouds hide the sun

Waiting for her ransome

The morning shy

Enjoy the warmth of mixed cold and hot air

So tbe airs, dark clouds and the morning

May have gone to sleep; a sleepy procession

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Poetry

I Dream

I dream

Of you

You I knew not… 
1

I see the smoke mold your face, 

I feel your fingers pull my face softly away

To the sight where rivers met and fought

I feel the breeze whisper your names, 

Excitement won’t let me keep memory of it

And when I look up, it was just another dream
2

But I dreamt again

Of lands where young women wore bangles and jewellery

Dancing with all the soul and melody in them,

And when they danced they laughed at the lust-full men

3

I dream of the skies, 

To fly, to dine with the Eagles, to see the light from her source

To paint a shade which I have groomed for a thousand years

To taste the wines of Spain and sail the oceans of the North

4

I dream of a tale I must write, 

A journey of lore and the reason why it became true 

A mission to find the reason why I exist and live

And the reason why I must love you alone

5

Now I dream of caves and mountains, 

Each coming to me as a tale of you I must live to tell

The fragrances of roses which stalk-dead still smeared my palms

And when the sunset and hopes sleep for another day

I know for sure, I shall meet you and that then we won’t part anymore

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Poetry

Lullaby: Decembers’ rain

Fast falls the evening, mild breezes, cold rain, rinsing the dusty roof tops

Dark clouds shadow the moon, the evening is left to wander alone, 

Trees bow to the swift wind; bending, twisting; left and right

But the night was agog with life, the breezes an excuse for heavy sleepers

A week before the heat was sinister, intense but the rain has come

And has come, to usher in the harmattan to the quiet countryside 
Water dripped from tree leaves, the evening kept songs unsung 

Smell of dust cloud the hamlet, the Night herself a little cold

And when the rains came softly, the pattering on the rooftops sang 

Yet crickets quizzed themselves from their hidden citadel

Making this quiet and fine night, Mother Natures own lullaby

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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 possess a part of his tired face

On his shoulders he carries a huge basket with some tools
And now it is harvest time…  

Now the fields are ripe, the mangoes are heavy with fruits

Birds sing from the tree tops, monkeys dance to their muse

Below the evergreen forest, the farmers find their way

Pathing thru thick mist and grass, old animal dung and dew
The morning was cool, once the path reached the stream side

The farmers stooped to have a handful taste of the waters

The taste is clayey, the scent like a patch of dust with water

The path lead the farmers into the deeper forests now 

The shrubs become scanty, the trees more numerous

And all about dew sail off tree leaves, bouncing into balls

Thriving bird colonies, Natures own secret fine hive

The bamboo forest stood close by, taunting the farmers as they went

Waterfalls let water drops fall and bounce off rocks

Once they arrived the plantation, the work began

And with it, went with countryside music-

And when they sang, they sang of places, far far away

Where the wheat fields are yellow, the cow milk tasteful

They whistle songs and hum when they were tired of songs

At last, the harvest became a pile waiting to go home

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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 melt, trees dance, flowers open
I rejoice for the lights which has come

For the love which I see all about me

For the little fine hamlet I call home

I rejoice for her numerous diversity
So today I dance to the rhythms in my head

In my absent privacy, I admire my hip hop

Desiring nothing but this feeling of good

Deep down me I change my dance steps
So today, I amuse myself with myself

I laugh at my stupidity and my bravery

I teach my wild spirit how to be herself

And teach my hands to tend to poetry