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Amuse: African Ostrich

1.
To you my feathery friend I write
In greying fields your fur I sight
Dangling by your sides are wings,
A tall neck, from which you may sing

2.
Caw caw, caw caw are your favourite words
The wind is your friend, the soil your playground,
The shrub is home, to it you rest when weary,
Your legs are strong, your claws even deadly

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3.
Evenings are for your quick runaways
You send stray rodents scampering away
I am not ashamed of your beautiful bard head
But you my fluffy friend, you are an amazing bird

4.
In the morning your scent fill the farmyard
You stand taller than scarecrows in our land

To have you here, beautiful and tall bird
Is a queer muse, but one of absolute good

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Love knows no colour

Love knows no pink, no blue, no colour; it knows no creed, no silence, no mumblings, no religion or association. It will learn nothing that brings shame or pain or hurt to others and one’s environment.

Love preys on no one, it knows no greed and no self. Like fresh leaves falling quietly away from the mother tree, love spreads gifts of kindness and compassion wherever it goes.

Love someone genuinely today.

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Africa haiku Nature Poetry

Haiku: Happy Hawk

Happy hawk surf,
King of blue clouds, wind
While silence look on

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You’re my Style

I know beautiful words are healing to the soul, but I write not because words are beauty but for your beautiful self. So I want you to sit back and enjoy this rhyme, this African style. Everyone has got a style, loving you by beautiful words is my style.

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Quote: Pride & Humility

Pride is the father of shame
Humility is the father of fame

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Four Poems: Let’s Take A Walk

I. OUR TRYST

Breezes bring your memory; mild rosy fragrance,
The wind sing with you when you sang of the Nightingale
And now we wait to tryst, craving beautiful sunset

II. HAPPY MEETING

We must make haste, for night is a cold stranger,
For the great Baobab where our love blossomed,
Cold nights steal our warmth but time will keep memories
Of our merry evenings; me, you, beneath a pretty moon shine

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III. LET’S PLAY

Now let’s play hide and seek before the youth arrive for tonight’s tale
Let’s cuddle while we wait for happy girls and grumpy boys,
This night I shall surely bare my mind, I’ll have no timidity
And if my wit tries to escape from me I’ll take hold of it

IV. MY JEWEL

I’ve not come to hear stories nor see anyone but you:
My Jewel, I’m your Lion, the one who loves you in silence
And before this night tales are spent
We’ll live our Romeo and Juliet!

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Nature Pastoral Poetry

Such is Love

Nothing can explain this wild feeling
One hungry embrace,
Heart beats to same rapturous tune
Of man and woman in love,
One with Nature…
And one with the night of fiery frost,
Of glittering stars, or a rising moon,
Such is love by the dark silent lake
The beginning and end of the world

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Africa Nature Pastoral Poetry

Muse: I Wonder

I wondered, too, what I had ever done to deserve the special love of this very special girl. When I used to think about you before this day happened – it had been as of a rather splendid but inaccessible young goddess of the hills and dales – the incarnation of all beauty, and truth; the spirit of Mother Nature, herself.

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Finding Joy by Arunav Barua

Between you and me, truth be told, I see
An emptiness that begs to be undone, free
This moment here, the waves battle on in time
To fill the void, weapons are words forming lines
Can I ask for some token of understanding now
Let us fill this empty space, without caring how!

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Rhythm is joy, so it has come to be known here
In this land of emptiness, even so, you’re held dear
The void gives us a chance to connect the heart
All it takes are a few words, to learn a giving art
In this realm, the possible chances loving fate
Is today the same as it was then, or just a date?

Together let’s dream the honeyed dream of love
I hear the chirp, the time nigh for the white dove…

(c) Arunav Barua (I.I.T Guwahati, North Guwahati, Assam)

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Africa culture/tradition Nature Pastoral Poetry

Namaqualand, Beautiful Namibia

I see light fell from the sky
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Waterfall

Listen to Nature sing from waterfalls,
She thrash her garments upon rocks
And wash them with her soft palms
She sends soft waters crashing into the pool
Watching the blue skies as her fingers work
When the water descend they form
Fine curtains of white mist
As the water touch the pool below
It changes into bubbling green
Loose soil cling to Water lilies & Fern roots
Slowly falling water push crabs to their burrows
Echoing nature’s still song till evening

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Since I met you

Many times I told myself that love is but a lie
It comes into a life and leaves without a trace
But since I met you, I feel more ambience;
The way you make me do things I do,
The way you smile and cherish life so

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If I do love you

If I do love you
I would make me a green hut at your gates
Drum and call upon your name
I would of your virtues write long poems
Sing them in the dead of the night
So it sounds among the ancient hills
With Echo, the talkative spirit of the air

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I see you here by Arunav Barua

Make your presence felt,
No you, happiness withheld
Complete, with you here…

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(c) Arunav Barua (I.I.T Guwahati, North Guwahati, Assam)

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Africa culture/tradition folklore lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry Series

Poetry from Skies

There was poetry before we learned to write
Awesome rhythm rendered as a strong wind might
lyrics penned down by clouds, as such
And when singing, green vegetation bows
There was poetry before we learned to hear
Drums that tender soft beats, far but near
Brief gaiety across the heavens
Heard passion when it stills the night
There is poetry down this African hill
Perhaps Hyena’s laughing near the mill
A flying stone sings from its hearty swing
While infants draw lines in Arcadian minds.
Oh poet! Listen to the sky!

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African childhood Memories

I long for my childhood days in rural Africa,
To fill my lungs with morning air descending from hills
And to till farmland that stretch into sunset

Golden sunrise always kept everyone speechless
And when birds welcome the day with choruses
Sweet breezes gather to battle the sun warmth
Infants may resume their wailing culture
And somewhere up, away from the hamlet
Hawks and Eagles surf the blue wild skies
Little birds build their nests on Palm Trees
Filling quiet neighbourhood with joyful cries
Down by the riverside a school of silver fish swim
Scattering when a breadfruit plunge into the stream

After the morning chores
The boys move on to the green field
Sheltered and surrounded by big trees
From the pitch we pick team mates
And set up goal posts with bamboo
Now our football was unripe oranges or grapes
And when the game start our little legs race off,
Up and down the field, while monkeys watch from trees
I gladly remember the taste of Egusi biscuits,
The numerous fruits that grow on trees near home
And tasty Oha vegetable soup prepared by granny
Now the ancient hills and green trees are my brothers
I climb the guava and mango trees with bare hands
And race up those hills upon the evening tide
Waterfalls are my hideout when in mischief,
The streams my pool where I still my soul
The night is full of dreams, full of starry nights,
I retire with other kids to eat my warm soup
Listening as fire lick the wood outside, slowly
Dinner brings the day close to an end but not yet
As a generous story may be told
My favourite being a tale of the Giraffe
And how he ate the sickly moon half

I long for my childhood days in rural Africa still
To watch the sunset behind hills I call home

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Sing with me

Sing with me
Let’s talk lyrics only known to poetry,
Dance with me
Let’s swirl upon night’s quiet rhythm.

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Let go, completely

I had many fights as I grew up. Most times I was the one bullied and had no option but to push back. Then I thought retaliation was the best option. I could match word for word or fist for fist. Thought of forgiveness only came to me when I let it. But each time I remember or see people who I never forgave I feel so heavy and ready to explode with pain.

When I went to seminary college and spent more time with my parents I learned that forgiveness is primary to my internal peace and happiness. Sometimes it’s a tough decision letting go considering how others treat us but if you really love or value yourself, this will be the best thing to do.

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Dad and Granny had several theories of forgiveness but all they seemed to conclude was, ‘let the wrongdoer continue, but never copy their style. Never take revenge and don’t forget that people (you trust) may hurt you anytime.’ (God rest their souls).

I noticed life and the way I view things changed for the better when I let things go, when I let people win, without attaching conditions or thoughts that may hurt me later. So I try to create my happiness even in the midst of disappointments, disagreements and pain. I even throw some happiness around because it creates more happiness for me.

So dear friends, are there people, events, or anything who/that seem unforgivable? Remember this: you forgive them for you, not for them. Spread forgiveness, be happy and have peace.

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Africa culture/tradition education folklore lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Seeker

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I see a golden ray
Giving light from afar
Up the lonely road
Near the cliffs edge
Where leaves fall in circles,
Caring about nothing
As they fall, happily
And the skies not seen
But a streak of sun light
Filing through waving trees
Now and then,
Rodents of tall trees,
Curious about the passerby
Rush through tree branches
Enjoying her damp dark nest
Which envelope the forest,
Playing, hide and seek,
Wondering what passerby’s seek,
Yet the road is quiet
Crafted from a thousand layers
Of fallen leaves piled up
One against another.
Amidst, yellow leaves care not,
If it falls, and lays on a red leaf.
But this is life’s green circle
Life may die to live!

But all through this I seek the way,
Through my land and her forest,
Blessed, yet seeking to see another land

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Quiet Lakeside

Once upon a quiet lakeside,
Where blue clouds stay,
With very thick fog dwell,
And tall Figs hide in them
Like towers,
Over a host of colours,
Painting down the valley
When the sun rays fall
And the forest below
So all may turn to gold.
Clouds are not left behind
They shine in the sun’s glory
Her dew drop upon trees
Away from the waterfalls,
Washing white fine pebbles

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Even as the water rush
And solemn rocks wait
Upon green forests beside it
There’s a rainbow up the sky
With a host of Egrets surfing,
The white mountains stand
Patches of green here and there
As the wind blow sweet breezes
The bears may growl, cats sniff.
But all are beautiful and charming
Around a lonely and quiet lakeside
Where Nature offer a perfect sight

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Ever Searching

Ever searching for the wor(l)d…

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Muse: Thoughts

Nothing gives me exceptional hope
But thoughts of coming home to you

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Starry Night

Stars sing your herald
Cold night, crickets quiz
In quietness I lay alone

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Amuse: Reason to Smile

smiley

I like to see you laugh
Turn around, watch my goofy face
Let me be the reason you smile
To make your pain go away
Let me see curves on your mouth
Dance to lyrics of my daydream
Call me naughty names if you would,
Call me a pigeon with one dark eye,
Call me Napoleon of famed animal farm,
Call me the Joker, with his goofy smiley,
Or anything that catch your fancy,
For I care only for your pretty smile
And the memories they bring to me

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Africa lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

First love

I still dream of you
I know you barely think of me

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Follower of the Month

Hello friends,

It’s a tough time, isn’t it? Hang on, things will make sense soon.

I just had this thought and reasoned it may be fun too. I’m going to write and dedicate a poem to a follower as a way of saying thank you. Since I can’t afford to give books, flowers or other gifts for now (hopefully I’ll in the near future), I decided to say my appreciation this way. I don’t want to pick randomly as I’ve so many followers in mind.

So I’m going to drop a trivia at the end of this blog post and whoever answers it first and correctly, of course, on the comment section will have their blog link and a customized poetic thank you from me published here next month. I’ll share it to all my social media handles. Let’s have fun and look to the bright side of life.

Thank you for being there. I appreciate you all. ❤😊😘

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Two Poems: Together we watch day end and my Dancer

(1) TOGETHER WE WATCH DAY END

Baobab and Palm are shelters,
Glittering stars are my friends,
Waterfalls and Lions, my brothers
And together we watch day end.

(2) MY DANCER

I steal a glance when you dance
Memories of pouting lips haunt me
I dreamed of you and I once
But wished it away if we won’t be

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Muse: When there was Love

When there was love
I saw blue clouds,
Clear like the sweet spring
Leaping in joyful bounds

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Nature Pastoral Poetry

Golden Sands by Robin Bliss

The mystic ocean laps gently on the golden shore
The azure sky
The golden sands
The aqua sea
And the green grassy bank on which I sit
Captivates my mind
Fills it with joy and peace
I hear the sound of a guitar playing
And piano
Softly in the distance
As I sit in the shade of the palms
The sea birds calling
The waves gently lapping
Soft breeze moving in the palms
My troubled mind is calmed
Such s serene and lovely setting
All is well in my world
All is well

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Love and Christianity Pastoral Poetry

You came as a Dream

You came as a Dream to me
This Dream has made me beautiful

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Just Kids By Jasmine Scroggins

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Africa lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Poll

Please can you take this poll for me? It’s anonymous and I appreciate.

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I’m a Shepherd

I’m a shepherd, living all by myself
Of course there are people all about
But none share my believes and thought
I dream away alone, such is my life

Early mornings are my quiet times
So I speak life to the day when I wake
Hoping to see my reflection on the lake
And to hear my flock play away on the field

The noon I sit to play my songs
Funny enough, flies and birds sing along
Sometimes the heavy lamb will horn
To raise hopes for the coming new born

When the evenings finally come
I’ll be walking down hill with the flock
To admire the sunset and my handiwork
The sun hiding behind the hills womb

I’m a shepherd, living all by myself
Of course there are people all about
But none share my believes and thought
I dream away alone, such is my life

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Nature Pastoral Poetry

Made of Rhyme by David Thane Cornell

Nature is a pixie
Unworthy to be sung,
Can it be I’m sixty,
I who was so young?

Over generous hearted,
She heaped me full of years,
Careless if I carted
Bellylaughs or tears.

Though spring is hers for poets
With hopes too high to climb,
I’m strutting up the summit
On crutches made of rhyme.

© 2011

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My muse

Your voice is like the Nightingales
I laugh at our goofy-selves
But that’s one of those signs,
That I love you even more

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Colourful Beauty

I could describe you with colours
So I look to your pout, a rose patch,
You blushed when our grey eyes met,
Then a smile that reminds me of glee

Now your pretty face reminds me of the sun,
When she rise from the back of many hills
Dragging her gold blanket before farms
So if you would let me paint this muse
I would imagine sunrise over wheat fields
And fast approaching evening when birds fly home

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My Love Song

I love the smile on your lips,
The dreams you bring to me
I love the taste of your pudding,
And the smell of boiled walnuts
I love our evening walks
While we wave the sun bye
I love the feel of evening rain
And listening to your lullabic songs
I love the memory games we play
When we sit by the hissing chimney
I love the quiet mornings
And the chirping of happy birds
I love to see you laugh and dance
And when you watch me stare
I love the fact that I love you,
And that I’m grateful to have you!

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Amuse: Pretty Tomatoes

Sometimes I smirk at myself,
They say I’m confused on what I feel,
But if I gave a tomato stalk a hug
Then maybe what they say is true
I laugh at myself…
When I arrest the kitchen
Searching for raw tomatoes
Which refused to grow in my garden
I’m angry, don’t ask why,
Not with myself, with those…
Oh pretty, lovely tomatoes,
Call it confusion if you may
But I know what I want
Just that my taste came at a time
My garden won’t let some grow

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If you let me paint

So if you let me paint the world,
I would imagine the sunrise over wheat fields
And fast approaching evening when birds fly home

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Fantasy: Dream with me

Let’s lie on green fields
Close your weary eyes
Dream with me of a pretty land

I want a tree by my side
And a bunny out there too,
Sunshine, cute clouds and blue skies

Let the sun wear her garment
And her warmth mild upon us
Let tree leaves shade her light

So I’m a musketeer in Camelot
A fantasy in my restless mind
But what do you dream about?