Lullaby: Starry Night

Lovely starry nightOne of bright galaxiesOf breezy wind & cold.Lonely against the dampMists are to the villageSo pathways are hidden.In the solitary darknessAre branches of the IrokoStanding like lonely knights,Waiting to stab their victim.Let the huts in the valleyEngage in tonight’s fantasyA momentous time, a lullaby

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Night Poem: Vocal Nature

Night Nature has a way of entertaining itself, you know. There are the nocturnal insects and birds who sing through the night, there are the whistling pines and the stubborn wind. The night can be annoying at times when buzzing insects bother sleepers, it can also let her musicals perform lullabies to weary people when… Continue reading Night Poem: Vocal Nature

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Love Poem: Remind Me Again

Why Not Love? Do I need to be in love with someone to write about love? The answer is no! As mentioned earlier in a blog post, I always write about love because of the natural and phenomenal beauty I observe. I’ve trained my mind to see the beauty in everything and anything. Consequently, I… Continue reading Love Poem: Remind Me Again

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Poem: Remind me again

Why do I feel like a titan When I come home to you? Oh, motherland, I run to you again Remind me of your love, of hope, I feel a tingling breeze upon my bare flesh The kind wind consoles me in many ways Listening to music from pine trees I shall throw my windows… Continue reading Poem: Remind me again

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Your love sinqs for my heart
It shoves and kisses my hair in sleep
Blowinq sweet fragrance into my eyes
Smiling in a pout when my eyes open

Your love brightens my dark nights
It plays on my muse all day
And draws my curtain from its place
To let the golden sun rays flush in

Your love pulls my ships sails
Dragging my slumber with fierce care
Letting the Heavens blue clouds show
And letting my flags fly high!

Your love has changed my views
Giving me a sight beyond the horizon
Now the dusts of the ground mean a lot
The birds of the air say even more

Now your love proves it all
It feels like the flowing of the spring water
Rushing thru peebles on rocks
In joyful haste and pure ectasy

Written for a loved one.