Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: poems

  • The First Rains

    “Tap-tap tap, tap tap… Tap! I hear the pat-pattering of the first rain drops As they fall in quiet, indifferent but solemn grace … From the comfort of my warm dear bed…” The heavy wind blew up the curtains Sending papers and nylons flying high The skies are grossly dark and faceless The wind blew…

  • The Golden Savannah

    Have you seen the African golden Savannah? Come drive through dried brown grassland Come bake in the heat of the sun Come taste the corn beer, cooked by the locals Come ride the horse through the wildlands Come draw your name on the tropics beaches Come and see… The stray serpent, the Python or the…

  • Silhouettes and Fear

  • Beautiful days stay unseen

    When the dark clouds come upon the clan All grow dim, sobre and quiet The stars are hidden from sight But the dark cloak holds all down The stars, the hopes and good dreams The fireflies cast a minute light On the stormy and windy night The clouds bear a weird apparition Confused at his…

  • Wake me up

    Wake me up With your tears Of love and care Let my consciousness comfort you Wake me up To plough the fields To gather wheats And see your smiles Wake me up Even when I’m strengthless To feel the airs Come from the mountain Wake me up Draw back the curtains Let the Golden Sun…

  • Two Poems of Oke’ Iroegbu, The Apple and The Summer

    The Apple blossom and turn red Before now the Pines tell her ‘You are not what we think you are’ For then she was green and young And when the wind blew around The forest side, she swerved about Like a tree leave upon a branch ‘I will blossom some day, you know’ She would…

  • Lullaby: The Rain on the Roof

    The nights cloud is ripe Full of Heavens dew to give Rain drops on our faces to wipe And to our beds warmth we cleave

  • Tree Tale with FranK Onuoha

    Tree tale by Oke Iroegbu and Frank Onuoha March 14, 2015 Sitting under a long leafy tree On a mild and serene noon With some Natures best creatures A stray buzzing bee A colony of black ants A handful of wild mushrooms And some twittering birds The breeze blows at intervals Bringing the smell of…

  • Musing- Stars

    The rings of stars Shining gleefully tonight Reminds me of you My innocent one Thoughts fly about And in my lonely web Your memories are caught

  • The TimeWalker

    I was the boy Hairy, impatient, hopeful A grandson of a great farmer A veteran and a warrior Hewn out of strong wills Killing one eyed bugs Fearing not man or beast Eating the grains of the field And the sweet Bees honey I was the boy Living ten thousand years ago That walked the…

  • Shooting Star

    Have you sat on a desk Outside the cloudy dark Waiting for some shooting star On a journey to the east?   The dark solemn nights Quiet, shy and calm Whistles to the ears Soft tunes of Mother Nature Calling all beasts, and flora Gathering a long tale Like a stalk of leaves Packed on…

  • A Tale of Fantasia

    There’s a land far far away Somewhere any good traveller can reach A strong march thru fields of green and yellow wheat Which on it hides, flesh eating Ostriches And undisturbed monitors fighting to get a bite of flesh A sky that changes apparitions when stirred Across the long deep oceans With sea monsters, cucumbers…

  • Musing

    When you sing, it seemed you were crying The darks corner stays A quiet night, one of singing Let the warmth of the song light my ways The hot sun of these times The winds of the blessed clouds The Harmattan with her garments All driving about in her chariots When you wake the next…

  • A Dust of Locust

    Okechukwu Iroegbu A dark patch I saw from afar On a day the doors where left ajar A falling mist upon earth Greysome; a sight I loath The sun had seen much For I, never seen such Steven M Ross Sunlight still prevail Every emotion that you feel Like poetry is a bust So does…

  • Poetale: Story of Faith

    Once upon a time In a land separated By a peaked hill With clouds gathering On its highest tops The other side of the hill Nests the only stream Which serves all, cattle, man The villagers must then Climb the hill which was hectic A whooping half days trek To get to the stream To…

  • Musing: The Wind

    How cold it is tonight With very little warmth The frogs are happy outside They all had started their choir procession Singing with all croaky voices Dancing to the rhythm of it The wind blows heavily It has gripped the night And her cousin, cold Enjoys the evening ride With her ice cold fingers They…

  • Deceptive pursuits

  • Poetry

    Now poetry was passed down Long ago; thru a cloudy band And the lightened grey galaxies A mix of matter of time and climes And down it came To the swooshing trees And the singing waterfalls Passing thru some medium On a trading South wind venture Via the wildest rides of Nature Thru rivulets of…