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Freedom
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Beautiful Dreams from Heaven
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The days toil
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The Desert city
The church bell chimes quietly in the city But this little town is left to Pity’s mercy The only noise heard was the airs whine Upon the obscure paintings as the only signs Old dirty newspapers fly about Passing telegrams to misty ghosts Swerving from one side of the road to another Times decaying touch…
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Musing: Crickets
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A New Day
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Ferns
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The Waterside
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A beautiful morning
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The Crow and The Rabbit
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Crystals of Water
I hear your swift surge Like the snaky locomotive Cockcroaching thro tunnels And sighing along the way See the waters clear as the sweet spring; Leaping crystals surge forward in haste The waters run in joy to other lands Feeding the shorelines all this while Pulling along the stray crab and the torn ferns And…
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The Lone Wolf
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To Love…
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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…
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The Rising Sun
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Masquerades
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Start new, 2016
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A Muse: Arise, my Sunshine
Goodmorning my sunshine Should I let the curtains open To let the suns warmth reach us? See the sun rise fast above the clouds From the silhouettes of caves she rises Showing herself in between two cliffs Painting the grey land gold; There is smell of burning grass Come from farms awaiting the suns heat…
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The rivulet, Oko’pia
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The Butterfly
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Take me there
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Your Smiles
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A Psalm : Hide me in Your Shadow
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Hold my hands
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Festive Season
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Yehobhah, God of Invincibility
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Aba, The Enyimba City
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Let us dance
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Be there for you
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By the Window side on the Harmattan
Once by the window side One can see the greenfields The tulips and the sweet smelling Rose And the little spider crawling about in her net The golden sun shines forth Bringing her warmth through the window And the birds twitter on the tree Which live near the windowside Sometimes squirrels come bounding in Throwing…
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God is Reading
Now write of the falling leaves From tree tops and heights As they fall in solemn circles And as the wind rock them about Write about the mountains and hills About the hollow sound made When the birds hover over them Painting silhouettes upon the ground Write about the trees And their sweet awesomeness The…
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Musing: Longing for thee
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When the Sky Fall
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The sunset
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Airy Night
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The Leopard Man
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Umudinja
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Worthy Is The Lamb
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Natures Fury
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My Lover
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Fantasy: “I Am”
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Musing: Sun Rising in Africa
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Kpe’re in the Harmattan
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Flowers from the front
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Umukwu: In Cold Mornings
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Musing: If Love
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Tears
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Verses of December
THE MIST The morning is filled with the mist The pathways are treacherous Filled with stray serpents and scorpions Come to land to get some warmth HARMATTAN The heat burns the flesh Dried skin and teary eyes The wind is merciless pushing away All that dared to stand before her BURNING GRASSES Burnt grasses give…
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Love Life
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My Sunshine