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Another Tree Tale, before now
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Home coming: freestyle
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Haiku: Silver Curse
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the Farmer
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Pensive
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Poetry as genuine as it should be, Part 1
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A Psalm, of Oke Iroegbu
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Midnight Thought
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Lost Love
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Uyo Night Rain
Thundering, Heavens clap In might and strange call We tremble, we watch The crystal drops fall Freezing winds flush about The rain falls, uncaring The Heavens light, thunders nephew Show his face, now and then Sending chills down our spines Everyone clasping their cheeks Some minding not the dripping saliva All waiting and watching With…
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Tree Tale with FranK Onuoha
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You
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Henry
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First rains- Haiku
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The Legend of Wawadomea: Tarantula Snakefish
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a message of love
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VAL
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Natures Tale
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Garden of Love
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Goodnight Tale
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Natures cruelty by Emeka Ogbonnaya
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She
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Remember me
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A friend and family
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An Elfy ear
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To Love
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The Spider lair
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The Poet-Painter
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Despair not
Cry not pretty child There is no greater slavery Than self rejection and pity If the world had repainted The landscape unfavorably Do not yield, life is more To this, the living soul Perseveres, in knowing Of the short time of life Nothing on this earth, Your golden tears worth When all falls off the…
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Look into my eyes
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The Stream, Kpere
Then I heard your drift, Flowing through the forest Washing men’s nakedness… When there was love When on the stream side I sit Trying to peer thru the tall shrubs I saw the white clouds Clear as the sweet spring water Leaping in joyful haste, In boundless ecstasy Washing the little rocks Pulling pebbles along…
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Reincarnated
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A Windy Tale
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A run in the rain
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The Messenger
Kokookoroko kokorokoro A greeting called from afar The children ran out excited As if the message was for them But then who knows? Heads up, listen attentively Komkom korookom Another beat rang out Pushing the mild hit Into the ears of even the heaviest village sleeper ‘Oh how cute, it is one of the Kings…
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Back from traveling
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Tonights Wishes
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Cold Harmattan
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The Seeker
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Musing: Dear Diary
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Ovim, my homeland
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The Harmattan
In the morning before tea With natures best company, Trees, shrubs and rodents The warm air sifts about Like the whistling Nightingale Singing to the red Rose Now, the doors of the tent Must be opened for the airs Which comes with dried lips Which the kids lick all day Faces crack, voices deepen more…
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The River Niger
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Musing: Dear Diary
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Leaving home
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Oh Africa
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Tears of Children
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Musing: I was scared