Dear candlelight Dance for me, throw your light Upon the darkness in this box Make these great shadows a hoax Fire your joyful flames up
Tag: poems
Haiku of the night 3
Airy evening for all tree dwelling fellows Sparrows sing, Robins bass as crickets chirp Two happy lovers sit listening *** Hello everyone. I promised to
A haiku of the night 2
Soft wool, fluffy pillow, starry night Three fellows bidding a shepherd sleep Crickets sing from cracks in the wall
Sunset captured by Robin Bliss
Beautiful hues adorn the skies when Robin captured these images.
Don’t Forget by Okoroji Chidiebere Alexander
Don’t forget how we started, Don’t forget where we met, The circumstances, How it happened, Don’t forget so soon! I was just like a stranger,
Haiku: The Wind surfs
How happy, the wind surf the sea! Bending double to strong waves, To escape the doom before her
A poem for Sailors
See the sailors ships dance on the wave To the rising sun they prepare to sail Waiting to greet birds and smooth tides, And to
Drums of Nature
These are drums, of joy and fulfilment, Listen, Heaven sings her melodious hit Her clap of thunder startles me, Yet the raindrops act as my
Poetry of Faith
Mine is a poem from the heart, A voice in the desert Calling Listen to the truth Have some faith!
Musing: Singina likes my Tales
“I remember your funny and lovely tales”, she yawned She continued: “You complete my day with your poems!” At first I wasn’t sure of what
The Rainbow, 1st
1 The rainbow is my favorite color Her beauty radiates upon the cloud Dressed like a man wearing a talisman Savoring the scent of the sweet
The Hideout
Only voices speak now, wind surge bring their words Birds chatter up the trees, nothing but quiet silence Dews hidden on tree leaves fall, tapping
Soul of Poetry
” Poetry haunts my soul Poetry flies thru the thickets, On a hot desert drive Daring the mamba to come dance With the cunny hawks
Musing: Quiet nights
Quietly the night simmer away like the puff on a smokers cigarette Darkness envelop the dying day for the golden sun was long set Hot
When we play with the wor(l)ds
Let us say there are some mystery in the Earths misery Fake hysteria overshadow Natures artless history Yet with the blazing sun come our sober
First Words of P’Ville, SummerTown
When the Winter Witch got tired of the warmth Which the fine golden sun brought She decided to leave the sunny, pitiful city And with
The Butterfly
See Mother Natures art See her paintings, black and white Behold gift of the rising sun, The wind is a prize to be won So
African desire
My land is green Africa, my Africa Together we win, My humble desire Your arms are long like the bamboo weed The smoothness of
Waiting for the Rain
We are baked in the sun While waiting for the rain, But now she remembered us The clouds has been moody and we knew she
Smiley
I like you to blow out laughing Turn around and see me make a face I like to see you smile The pains in my
Cold Rain in Uyo
There was a rush of rainfall on the window side Accompanied by a burst of cold wind Which ate deep into the flesh of careless
Love note
This is for you my dearest… There are twists and turns on the way Hills and valleys Darkness and light, But love, true love surpasses
When the rains go
The ponds will go dry As the rains slowly go, And the clouds very shy For she will have none to woo When the rains
Tales of the WildWoods
Once upon a time It was winter And a night of bitter cold The snow lay thick upon the ground And upon the branches of
Four Musings: My Music, The Train, August and WordPress
1. My Music The sweet tingling of the guitar strings On my soft palms reminds me of a song Which plays quietly in my heart
July
Here comes a month… Fresh and blessed With even a strike of rainfall And the golden face of the Sun Which delight, I call my
Beautiful
Beautiful are your smiles The curves on your mouth are alluring They pout as you stare at me Your eyes say a lot to a
A beautiful day
The light has come upon my eyes Birds twitter behind the windows glass Beautiful sunrise across the horizon The skies are gold, so is the
Rainmakers’ tales: 2 tales of Oke- Iroegbu
When I am not making the rain fall And flood the villagers huts and farms And to make the river banks overflow So that the
Musing: My Doves
Feathers flapping Sitting on my arms With their young claws Not to let go Not to fall down Man and dove Care and love When
