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Burning Grass
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Musing: Love
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Harmattan
The days are made beautiful with your glorious appearance But when the sun rises up the clouds, the warmth is taken And for men, faces become a caricature of disgust upon the mirror In the morning even before the Suns rising The firmament and the pathways is filled with mists The track to the stream…
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One Whole Art
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Friends
I desire friendship that rises in the morning And stays till the sun set in the evening A desire to stay even when no one was around To make pats, plays, smiles and joy abound The sweetness of your companionship Which grows past all known friendship Makes you my family Who loves genuinely The clement…
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The Gaze: Haiku
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Akwa Ibom
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Tangerines
Fresh succulent balls fallen from the mother tree Green, Yellow, Orange and so deliciously sweet! The tree swerves with the romance of the Wind Minding the branches carrying the tangerines Enjoying the wooing breeze and the calling Air And happily dancing in the midst of these fellows The busy ants build their mansion across the…
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Haiku: Love
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Boundless Freedom
The freedom we all seek From the views of the rising sun To the suns slumber in the evening Horizon to horizon Oceans of blue, boundless Much further you can sail And the skies up the firmaments Without boundaries ever known The strength of the ice thicked Upon the bare soil The waterfalls on rocks,…
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Musing: Morning Rain
There’s a spark outside Like a strange thunderclap Hailing his younger cousin Waking the town from her slumber Pushing fear into the hearts of many But for those who know the trick Now it rains with might The whole town goes damp Drawing long straight lines Which no man can draw better The crystal rain…
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The tale of a Descendant
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Who had seen Zeus and his might
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Dew
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A Poets Tale
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August
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The Bee
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A Psalm, again.
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The Kiss
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Haiku: Frail bones
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A Strange Night
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A muse: Stormy Night
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You, my Inspiration
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The House on the Road
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A tale of Poetry
When poetry came upon the Earth There was but a very little A clan full of self-hate The lengths of the Earth grew brittle And many foundations could”nt hold The forests were full of heart wrenching thorns The deserts with man hungry cactus, so bold That the dreams of men lay forlorn The Whistling pines…
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Muse: This Night
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Haiku: God Everywhere
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The Winds Tale: A call of the Hills
The call of the hills… On a night dark as pitch We stay listening to the swooshing trees And the strange call up the hills… A tornado of wind come surfing down Pushing the brushes and woods apart Sending both man, child and pets scrambling Tall and strong wild palms bend double Threatening to crush…
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Angels
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Haiku: Golden Corn
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Musing: The Love I have
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Wonder says I
15.10.08 If men were to create themselves Then mirrors shall become gladiatory arenas And the Earth, an epitome of cruelty If ants could build skyscrapers Though centuries it must take Yet it would portray Natures wisdom If crocodiles were to be executioners In moments crooks become stories But for criminals there would be none If…
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Three Poems
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The meaning of: a Diamond
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Haiku: Love
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A Lovers Delight
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The Summers Tale
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The Clan and The Day
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Who I Love
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Haiku, from The Descendants of The Rainmakers
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Lost Love
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The Descendant, a rains incantation
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Lullabic
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The Old Man and The Bulb
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Musing: The Sugar Ant
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Haiku: To A Heart That Beats My Rhythm
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Under the Mango Tree, a childhood Tale
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Courage
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Happie Birthdae text to a brother and mentor- Mr John O. Iroegbu