Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: poetale

  • Musing: Crickets

    Crickets are my best insects But why? I know not They stay under my bed And cry out till I have an ache up my head But what they say also I know not Though I think they talk about broth Wonder why little insects Grow even beer intent They growl, some bark And all…

  • The Crow and The Rabbit

    A Crow was sitting on a tree Doing nothing all day. A small Rabbit saw the crow, And askd him, ‘Can I also sit like you And do nothing all day long?’ The Crow answered: ‘Sure, why not.’ So, the Rabbit sat on the ground Below the Crow, and rested. All of a sudden a…

  • The Rat and the Bat

    A rat made friends with a bat And they always fed together But then the bat was jealous of the rat When the bat cooked the food It was always very good And the bush rat will always ask “How is it that when you make soup It is so tasty?” The bat will always…

  • Angels

    It becomes heavily cloudy The Lord lets it rain On the bosom of the rich and poor The suns ray beat us all this while Scorching she is, but our vegetables grow In the heat of sleepless nights The Nights calm airs come upon us They give the warmth we desire Sometimes the cripple on…

  • The Old Man and The Bulb

    I met an old man Walking down the lane Passing thru the barn With a face, bold and stern He dropped his stick And I watched him stoop His body rattled, weak And down the steps, I took a hop “Hello sire, lemme help you” He looked up, a bright smile “Oh, goodness, my son,…

  • Natures cruelty by Emeka Ogbonnaya

    In a forgotten land there was a forgotten bird who spanned the length of River Kyle longer than Nile. In a forgotten land there was a forgotten fish who swam the nooks of River Kyle longer than Nile The forgotten fish fell in love with the forgotten bird For several full moons Through fatal storms…

  • 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…

  • The Legend of Wawadomea: The Blue Horizon

    The sunset drew a picture Which had lived with me For all my younger life A strange uproar heartfelt It was aye, very strange That aye, I mean I Will be amongst this lot This people forsaken kind of clan Living the life of a sea pirate Out in the weirdest part of the ocean…

  • Poetale: Storm

    It was evening In a little hamlet The skies were dark With all frowning grey clouds Gathering together for a talk But always when they do gather It only leads to mayhem And total disaster Because they would never agree To any discussed matter It all began with the rain Accompanied by a very strong…

  • Lullaby

    I will write a poem for you tonight Close your eyes and let your head rest Lay close to me and listen to my tale Do you feel the breezes shove our hair? The Fireplace refuses to loose out on the tale There’s only one explanation of this A light rain will help strike a…

  • A Tale of the Lakeside

    Once upon a quiet lakeside Where blue skies stay And very thick fog dwells With tall Figs hiding in them Hanging like towers There’s a riot of colors Down the valley When the sun rays fall On the forest below All turns to gold The clouds are not left behind They shine gloriously The water…

  • 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…

  • Poetale: The Tortoise and The Dove

    Before I tell this poetale let me describe the nature of the Tortoises character in African cultures. The tortoise is a reptile that lives on land. In African tales the tortoise is perceived as a cunny creature that finds a way to trick others. Now in Africa we sit beneath a trees shade listening and…