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My Sunshine
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Glittering Stars and the Surging Wind
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Alherin
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What do you see in Poetry?
Every morning comes the fever The fever for an adventure Come from writing and love Waltzing blue inked pen, full of life * And when poetry was first made God sent it down to Linguists Saying “What do you see?” They raised their brows quietly Mincing words, struggling to find the description Poetry was then…
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Two Poems for love
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Burning Grass
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Musing: Love
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Harmattan
The days are made beautiful by your glorious appearance, but when the sun rises over the clouds, the warmth fades away, and for men, faces become caricatures of disgust in the mirror. In the morning, even before the Sun rises, the sky and the pathways are filled with mist. The trail to the stream and…
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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 sways with the romance of the wind, minding the branches bearing the tangerines. Enjoying the teasing breeze and the calling air, it happily dances among these fellow gems. The busy ants build their mansion across the roots, carefully…
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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 gladiatorial arenas, And the Earth, an epitome of cruelty. If ants could build skyscrapers, Though centuries it must take, yet it would portray Nature’s 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
Dreams are plans come true in the mind … Set to manifest in the future … Bound by strings of faith Perseverance, courage, and determination. Then comes a taste from within … Boiling up a bowlful of ideas … A spirit for clear values A culture of modern innovations. Inspirations are high and higher ……
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Haiku: Love
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A Lovers Delight
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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…
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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