Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: Poetales

  • Amuse: December Cold, The Hill, and Two Foxes

    December Cold Once upon a cold night, Trees knew little peace When a strong wind swept by, Slippery was the grassy pathways Leading to the small village But many won’t risk it outside For the wind was growing to a storm “What do you make of this cold?” A grey-furred rabbit broke the silence His…

  • Musing: The Ostrich

    1 To you my feathery friend, I write In the greying fields, your fur I sight Dangling by your sides are your wings Your neck is up, for a long time you sing 2 Caw caw, caw caw those are your favorite words The wind is your friend, the soil is your playground The shrub…

  • The Shepherds Tale

    Lonely stars filled the cloudy night Crickets quizzed behind the rocks But the lonely Shepherd stayed awake Watching the glittering from the star light Listening to the bleating of sheep, his lullabic songs Sniffing wet and mild airs that came from the lake He lays on his soft pillow of wool Wrapping his arms about…

  • Lullaby: Moonshine

    ”Where there is shine, there is a way…” Take a walk through the pathways that lead to the village center Pass the heavily treed garden of sour grapes and locust bean And the ever singing Pines that border the town from the forest Upon the skies, like a print of gold on the darkened grey…

  • African Tradition: Calling upon the African rain storm

    ‘The land is hungry, so are my words… Let’s make it rain… Let’s flood the dry earth and let the ink flow again!’ Now I seek to hear the sound of the rain fall Yes let it rumble through the clouds Like the stomach of a child about to purge The vegetations here attest to…

  • 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…