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Reflection: Sunset

Sunsets are my favorite quiet time. Sunsets are prettier and golden out here on the blue horizon and the footsteps of the great mountains of New Mexico. The lower parts of the white clouds glitter, portraying a shade like that seen on wallpapers. My poetry can not explain the beauty of the views. Sometimes I… Continue reading Reflection: Sunset

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The Messenger

The wind grows soft and dryIt carries messages quickly forgottenWith its speed, it may be lostPines whistle, and men, stay to listen

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Muse: Imagination

The fireside is my favorite stage And I’m set to be the entertainment So listen to the fire lick the wood, And to these words and humor Here’s the realm, I created in the mind; A guard musketeer belts his gun, An impatient innkeeper ordering, The butchers to supply some beef, All preparing for the… Continue reading Muse: Imagination

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Poem: Hear The Clouds

The Clouds are Angry Dear friends, as I write this, it’s raining cats and dogs out there and goodness, the cloud is very angry. Have you read the tale of the angry cloud who flooded the earth, whom he accused of stealing his wife? If you haven’t, don’t worry. I’ll tell you about it another… Continue reading Poem: Hear The Clouds

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Night Poem: Nightfall

Don’t Overthink It My favourite time is nightfall. It is time I get to assess and summarise my daily activities and productivity. Here in rural and semi-urban Africa, it’s time for reflection and rest, even as people prepare to sleep. Sometimes the reason tales are told in the village square is to help people relax… Continue reading Night Poem: Nightfall

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Night by Robin Bliss

Softly the gentle night descends Slowly my quiet soul ascends One by one the sparkling lights appears Driving away all my daytime fears The deepness of the solemn night Sweeps away all traces of the light Then Luna shows its lustrous face The milky-way is draped like lace The incandescent peaceful moon rays Seemingly sets… Continue reading Night by Robin Bliss

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Love Poem: Remember

Love poems weren’t my thing when I first attempted to write. In high school, my English literature teacher saw my war book manuscript, which I still have today (goodness, I have a way with books), and thought I could better write about love. I wasn’t into love, you know – an introvert, nervous in crowds,… Continue reading Love Poem: Remember

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Muse: Night Memories

A silent evening The sun is asleep And the night awake With it, every creature of the dark Burrowing rats, squeaky insects, and birds Country, radio music, dark mists Sweet breeze, lightning, wilderness, Fading fire, lonely happy moment, Where all memories flock There’s a brewing rainstorm, Right from rumbling clouds, Shrieking crickets and night flies… Continue reading Muse: Night Memories

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African Wonders 5: River Nile

Egypt’s Nile river, life-giver. One fascinating thing about the African continent is its landscape. From the mountains of North Africa through the Sahara dunes, down to the forests and savannah of West, Central and Southern Africa, there are wonderful things to behold. The sunny climate and the glittering water bodies in Africa add extra flavour… Continue reading African Wonders 5: River Nile

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The Virus called Racism

Indeed no one deserves to be discriminated against based on race, ideologies, beliefs, and personality. Unfortunately, mankind and his civilization had conquered or are in the process of conquering all kinds of viruses except the greatest of them – racism. If love traveled to another land Then I saw it fly on the wings of… Continue reading The Virus called Racism

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Night Poem: The Messenger and His Gong

Kokookoroko kokorokoro A greeting calls from afar, Children ran out excited As if the message was for them But then, who knows? Heads up, let’s listen Kumkum korookom Another beat rings out Pushing the mild hit Into the ears of the heaviest village sleeper ‘Oh how cute, it is the King’s messenger’ ‘A tall and… Continue reading Night Poem: The Messenger and His Gong

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Wattle by Robin Bliss

Wattle blossom, Wattle yellow Makes me feel kinda mellow With your flowers, brilliant bright Fills my soul with much delight Saffron, citron and festive gold Buttercup and colours bold And so I loiter on my way In your presence I would stay Yes your sweet scent laden breeze Sets my soul and mind at ease… Continue reading Wattle by Robin Bliss

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Four Poems

(i.) The Moon The Moon is following me And with her light I see Wherever I walk she stalks; Behind my shadow she follows And how she sweeps the land Looking for me in the quiet clan (ii.) Village Square The nights dancing festival Brings all, big and small The farmer, the wine tapper The… Continue reading Four Poems

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Dust of Locust with Steven M Ross

Okechukwu Iroegbu: A dark patch I saw from afar On a day the doors were 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… Continue reading Dust of Locust with Steven M Ross

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