Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: poems

  • ShepherdLore: Music of Nature

    Tree roots are favorite chairs, the velvety mushrooms cushions, My thoughts drown in the music of nature, the sheep and birds

  • Poem: The Brook

    Pollution to the Human Mind I do think that living in large towns for a long time can constitute pollution to the simple human mind. Each time I return to the countryside, I feel a mix of vibrant and enthusiastic energy. Living in dry cities drains me fast. I could try to live in one…

  • Night Poem: Silence

    Silence is not the melody of night Lingering moon, dawdling owls & crickets Emerge to begin the circus called dusk

  • Bridges

    What more is marvelous, To bring cultures together, To bring worlds to an embrace To bring land over water?

  • Dear Starry Night

    Dear starry night, This quiet and lonely friend of mine Here comes once more my fable Passed to me by a surge of the wind And the waves of the breezy ocean The stars whisper; Dream one more time, dear shepherd Consider the lilies that grow by the roadside For they care only for the…

  • Night Poem: Home

    Nightfall dreams A ride through moonshine Home wait for tales

  • Fantasy: On My Word

    My heart drums a familiar beat Each time my pen starts to work All nature gather at my feet, Little crickets swishing for more space, Shadows of ants behind the candlelight, And light-craving moths that crouch on my touch Cold wind makes me restless It flirts with my candlelight, Which dance wildly in a waltz…

  • Night Poem – Starry Night

    One night, two flasks, A room full of mild wind, A grey paw-licking cat, And a naughty parrot A story rising off the kettle As it goes on with its whistle Two tablespoons of sugar, Lettuce, beans, and cucumber, A very confused dinner Bat parade, Early night, coming cold A gust of breezy wind But…

  • I stand beautiful – Poetry

    Memories fade, distanced more Yet apart we wade, off Tears are part of the roles And distrust has become one too Your words still cut through I’m assured that love went wrong I was rock but you made me gold So I offer this little flower token In appreciation to your absentia love I always…

  • Suicide – Poetry

    Failure defeats losers but inspires winners Is it not odd When life turns Blurry, vague, With memories of Disappointments, breakups, Death, and great failures? If pain greets the weary, Life like salt may lose its taste Instincts then question life: Its meaning and reason Daring it to find another In a world away from the…

  • Sun rays

    Tall tree canopies, Sun rays filter Morning their phantom

  • This Day, This Year, This Life By Pam Impson

    So much gone, so much wrong So much sorrow in this song Teary in my isolation Weary in my desperation Panting in my desolation Ranting in complete frustration So much yearning to belong So much is gone, so much is wrong This day It rolled me like a cheap cigar Stale inside a crowded bar…

  • Poetry: I’ll Wait

    Love can be crazy Yet I am amused I try to figure the words You pelt me with, When we spoke of love It was zenith of all, everything Days and nights It fell in and out Maybe this was right, I look farther away Towards sunrise A pint of love on my breast And…

  • Shadows – Poetry

    When shadows are seen around It shows gathering or dispersing, Dancing or wrestling, singing or talking. Shadows clone for good or evil As a hefty hoe till the soft soil Her shadow strikes things dead Under the moon’s watchful eyes on this land, Shadows of branches on the ground Were green trees during the noon…

  • Flight to Summer – Poetry

    There’s a symphony of joy, See it roar up bright skies! Emissaries of the aging day Graceful flights over Africa! * It float above the countryside Leaving to fresh, green fields, Above those endless forests Where hope still lived ahead * Each journey is to an unknown promise, Somewhere between joy and pain But fly…

  • Muse: Let good paths…

    Memories become tales untold Hope are dreams in soft shield If all passes into a sort of legend Then let good paths never fade

  • Hope a poem by Ashok Gupta

    If winter comes can spring be far behind? Without hope, patience is not worth a dime! All that seems wise has already been said A hundred times. Let it stand alone Without the need of a guise. Evaluate it then within the recesses of your own mind. All thoughts need some context to be meaningful…

  • Haiku: Home

    Night fall dreams A ride through moonshine Home may tell tales

  • I am Poetry

    I am needle, needless of pain, driving through fabric, to create a happy stitch, I am dance, sometimes something sane, twists and turns, breaking within or without, I am fury, memories may wane, trust on mere ink and paper, pale but yet transparent I am innocence, a cry too soon, living for the weak, suns…

  • Poets Corner: Why is Poetry Less Popular?

    HOW I CAME TO LOVE POETRY As an introverted teen, I found solace in writing. All my thought was written in the form of poetry. I also wrote poetry for my faculty and student magazines. Fast forward to many years, and I submitted my first story and poetry to two different competitions. I didn’t make…

  • Nature’s Kindness

    Bird songs, colourful butterflies and sun rays, Are fruits from Nature’s basket of kindness, To man, his clan she gave tranquility and peace

  • When Waterfalls sing

    I told trees of your songs and they are jealous, When you drop, birds and the wild stop to listen, To hear you sing a melody from the long fall And watch you wash your garment on the rush below

  • Little Frog

    Oh little looking weebly-woobly Frog Jumping about on a quiet blue lake ‘Dob-wob, Dob-wob‘, it croaked into evening Calling to all nature’s big and small, For some short but lively weebly-woobly dance Start your blog today. Image provided by Mary Grace M. Salomes, MGMS. I decided to write a short piece for children. My friend,…

  • You’re my Style

    I know beautiful words are healing to the soul, but I write not because words are beauty but for your beautiful self. So I want you to sit back and enjoy this rhyme, this African style. Everyone has got a style, loving you by beautiful words is my style. Start your blog with WordPress. Click…

  • Diary of a Village Boy: The Leopard Spirit 8 (Stubborn Nene)

    That morning before the early hunters left their homes for the forest, Dada was already on his way to Ndi-Ikele to welcome the priest, newly arrived from Trinidad and Tobago. It was breezy and cloudy that morning, it seemed it would rain any moment. Trees, especially the palm took to joyful procession when I stepped…

  • Waterfall

    Listen to Nature sing from waterfalls, She thrash her garments upon rocks And wash them with her soft palms She sends soft waters crashing into the pool Watching the blue skies as her fingers work When the water descend they form Fine curtains of white mist As the water touch the pool below It changes…

  • Since I met you

    Many times I told myself that love is but a lie It comes into a life and leaves without a trace But since I met you, I feel more ambience; The way you make me do things I do, The way you smile and cherish life so Start a blog here.

  • A tropical Night by Robin Bliss

    Here in the tropics, Night falls suddenly No long drawn out twilight Sitting here surrounded by, Darkness and blackness. The only light shines from, A street light glimmering, Through the foliage,and The Fireflies small dots. Specks of light moving, About seemingly floating, In the torrid night air. Moving according to the, Whim of the insect.…

  • First love

    I still dream of you I know you barely think of me

  • Follower of the Month

    Hello friends, It’s a tough time, isn’t it? Hang on, things will make sense soon. I just had this thought and reasoned it may be fun too. I’m going to write and dedicate a poem to a follower as a way of saying thank you. Since I can’t afford to give books, flowers or other…

  • Two Poems: Together we watch day end and my Dancer

    (1) TOGETHER WE WATCH DAY END Baobab and Palm are shelters, Glittering stars are my friends, Waterfalls and Lions, my brothers And together we watch day end. (2) MY DANCER I steal a glance when you dance Memories of pouting lips haunt me I dreamed of you and I once But wished it away if…

  • Muse: When there was Love

    When there was love I saw blue clouds, Clear like the sweet spring Leaping in joyful bounds

  • Golden Sands by Robin Bliss

    The mystic ocean laps gently on the golden shore The azure sky The golden sands The aqua sea And the green grassy bank on which I sit Captivates my mind Fills it with joy and peace I hear the sound of a guitar playing And piano Softly in the distance As I sit in the…

  • I’m a Shepherd

    I’m a shepherd, living all by myself Of course there are people all about But none share my believes and thought I dream away alone, such is my life Early mornings are my quiet times So I speak life to the day when I wake Hoping to see my reflection on the lake And to…

  • Made of Rhyme by David Thane Cornell

    Nature is a pixie Unworthy to be sung, Can it be I’m sixty, I who was so young? Over generous hearted, She heaped me full of years, Careless if I carted Bellylaughs or tears. Though spring is hers for poets With hopes too high to climb, I’m strutting up the summit On crutches made of…

  • My muse

    Your voice is like the Nightingales I laugh at our goofy-selves But that’s one of those signs, That I love you even more

  • Amuse: Pretty Tomatoes

    Sometimes I smirk at myself, They say I’m confused on what I feel, But if I gave a tomato stalk a hug Then maybe what they say is true I laugh at myself… When I arrest the kitchen Searching for raw tomatoes Which refused to grow in my garden I’m angry, don’t ask why, Not…

  • Fantasy: Dream with me

    Let’s lie on green fields Close your weary eyes Dream with me of a pretty land I want a tree by my side And a bunny out there too, Sunshine, cute clouds and blue skies Let the sun wear her garment And her warmth mild upon us Let tree leaves shade her light So I’m…

  • The Slug and the Rose by David Thane Cornell

    Oh how I praise the hour When I was born a snail, Beneath a crimson flower Beside a garden pail. At first she didn’t notice me As I moved so slow, But with my pointed thinking cap We thought up a show. And what an audience I won On a summer morn, When she awoke,…

  • Fade

    Nothing compares to speeches made by the eyes When fine memories tumble into low faint sighs Now see our glamour fade before the waking morning With the old tree, where we played sitting and grinning Mourning the demise of a union which might not be Or which was but could not be totally seen

  • That Leap of Faith by Arunav Barua

    Ever woke up scared, disoriented and not knowing where? Open your eyes and you’d see that the Sky’s still there Even the worst nightmare passes away with a little smile All that we need is a heart strong enough to withstand while The planet remains, its beauty intact, hidden in white pages That are real…

  • Smile for me

    Smile for me beautiful child Show me your happy face Let me find inner peace Because of your beautiful smile Do not be shy Let those lips part, Let your joy fill me with hope Let me see those little dimples And the lines of your face Smile for me pretty African child Let go…

  • I hear you whisper

    I hear you whisper in the morning, Waking to your tweet and joyful song, Lonely morning, seeds spread to the rising sun, Fields of tropical wheat sing with the mountain, And with you, beautiful birds; choir made in Heaven

  • Modern Chaos

    Untarred dusty roads, free wind beat Ancient hills hanging in the smog, While heaps of trash greet travelers Airy morning now, cheerful birds sing Smell of gutted fruits and vegetables, Markets swam with strange faces Human stench overwhelm the breeze At the distance, grasslands burn Hawks descend upon thick smoke As the fire lick the…

  • Stars Glitter for you

    Stars glitter for you When you look up the skies

  • Cling to Hope

    I cling to hope She woke slowly But I must wait

  • Introducing The Rainmaker

    In Africa, some people are known to conjure rain. This piece is not occultic. I will explain more on rainmakers later. PROLOGUE Give me rain, Let the wind rage again Give me rain, dear Heaven! (1.) Let it flood the browned farmlands, Let it refresh the waters of the ponds, And the hards rocks upon…

  • Haiku*: Two snails

    Two snails approach rail tracks Skies are grey Train horns afar

  • Muse: Life

    Life is strings of memories, Little moments and turning points, Love and forgiveness, Flowers and breezy nights, Happiness and bird watching… Life is living experience, Horse riding and beaches, Hiking and sunset, Coconut juice and warm soups, So life is found most in simple things… *** Want a WordPress site like this one? Then click…

  • The Rainmaker’s Tales 2

    Now it was tradition that young men Cut wood in the neighboring forest Before they are allowed to chose a maiden There was no axe in the town and nearby hamlets So young men did desperate things, Mirtle was a young man, deformed in one hand, Humbly dull, but very courageous Youth of the hamlet,…