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Heart by Obiajulu Nwodo
A bag of emotion Trapped with a cord of many wires Beating, thuding Hoarding Wickey the foe of Goody Bridge to life and abode of diss and bliss Who could eat his? Commentary Okay, this is the second time Im publishing her. I find her work fascinating, the characters leaving and I think she has…
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Musing: The wandering man
“When I retire after each days work is done I don’t tell people my experiences though But I have them, do I look like someone Who is bothered? You would never know…” Once I happened upon a man Bearded. Long. Tall and bendy At first, methought he lost his mind But when he called out…
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April
March bears the Winter on her back And with one more nod to say bye She takes her leave to the Earths’ borders With this time of the heated sun It is even time to introduce some New flavors and dishes on the table The sun rise and the rain falls Brown earth stays everwhere…
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Musing: For a special friend
Can I call you my engine or engineer You steer my desires like the wheel You play the strings of my heart like the guitar You sink my sorrows like the submarine And make my heart skip beats always I race forward like the locomotive Up the hills, with force and might You train my…
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Musing: A Lovers Tale
“I will love you even when the tree leaves fall In the winters cold and summers heat I will love you even when the days are gone And when the nights grow even darkest” I submit to you All I have and own I am your servant But I am your lover The nights must…
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The Birds fly away
The birds fly happily away When the sun returns to her sleep The wind grows softer with the day As the warmth burns down deep The birds fly happily away To lands where the sunflower grows And the mushrooms grow in hay But the moists stay till the ‘morrow The birds fly happily away With…
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Rejoice: I’m an Uncle!
You have the bright eyes of a young deer Tender, I wonder what you think Each time your eyes happen upon me This same pretty eyes that let tears fall Innocent, lovely and specially gives hope You pull my hair when I lift you up Do you think they were your play tendrils? Your hands…
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Musing: Easter
Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends… John 15.13 WorldEnglishBible Easter signifies love and care The festivities rent the airs And now we all love and share For Christ came and died for man Bringing mercies unknown to men From Divine stores, made in Heaven To…
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Wanderer by Obiajulu Nwodo
Wander-man, Tiger-man moves; sipping from different fountains overflowing with milk of life and death He hops; From Jagua Nana to Annan Wanger Never satisfied with his own wife and life Hannah Who Kisses empty sheets Droops and sags in Jeans Eating Bullshit Wander-man, Bat-man Fly! While Hannah cries High five! Wine! While Hannah dies You…
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Sun rising
Hail the sun rises from the East From the back of the houses and hills Up the skies, just above the green forests On the faces of the glittering waters And the rugged patches of the dusty earth The sun rises upon all little hamlets And on all busy streets of the towns, On the…
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Peace & War
“…Once we knew peace And then a brother raised His hand upon the other The world was never the same again” We wake to the sound Of the buzzing bee And the fine sight Of green and clean fields Loved ones smile and roll On the sweet smelling turf The airs blow freely And all…
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The Painter
Once I met a painter A fine and petit young man At the corner of the street he lived Working away, minding his business And living so solitary, that I wondered “Hallo sir! What do you really paint?” I must have sounded sheepish For who won’t call a pen, a writer When you know the…
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Musing: Made for you
“Come, come closer… Keep your palms on mine Look into my eyes See how much you mean to me” 1 Come and feel my steel shine Call me your gladiator Your defender, your shield, your man I am your shepherd 2 Have you seen my birds cackle? Call me your farmer I will press the…
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Lullaby: Moonlight
The grey moon smiles always And to know that he sleeps all day Looks absurd, but that is his little way He is not strange, not unkind and not gay But his manners leaves us with nought to say
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In you I see Gods beauty
Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight How your pretty curly hair fall before my sight? You look like the fine immaculate white snow Massaging the breadths of the grey mountain, Just that now you stand not before a mirror But before my very gaze, my very own! Your mocking eyes twinkle like…
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Psalm: The Stream flows…
” The Lord made the Heavens and Earth And all the creatures that walk on it He sends the airs and her comfort To my weary self, each dark night ” The hills above the ground The grasses grow upon it The Eagles whine up the sky And the blues paint the clouds Where the…
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I am: Three poems of Okechukwu Iroegbu
(1.) Hail the sun rises! Down from the hidden hills And up to the white clouds The rains has come upon us And Mother Natures romance has begun (2.) I am a rainmaker For the days are stuffy and hot And to the cold rains we must go I am a painter For each morning…
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The Lords doing
Who understands the Lords doings? Who can decipher all He can do? Man made money God made bees that made honey Man made electricity But Jehovah gave the light of the day Man made fans God made the winds and the storm Man made the torchlight Jehovah made the moon for the night Man solve…
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Musing: Airy Night
“I hear the wind come behind me As I sit, backing my open windows I hear the wind summon the rains And this time, night has fallen upon all” The wind tickles my true fancy It plays flutes like the Arabians Who try to wake a sleeping adder The nights grow quiet, I feel the…
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My Momi’s day
“I stand under the guava tree And dance my funny dance With one leg I hop like a mantis…” It is a beautiful morning, mother And today is a special one for you I remember the waters and lather When you washed me as a child The nights are always cold Even now I outgrown…
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Musing: I wonder
I wonder if it was a crime to love Or yet a sin to even try at all; But then memories sift into time Amazed to the worlds littleness, The world seeks after lust A shrug I must to this vanity To love oneself is true happiness But as the nights turn to days And…
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The African mist
1. The mists still settle upon the hamlet The hills, the vales and the green forests All is treacherously hidden in it One must tread very carefully, lest You step on a stray scorpion or serpent Or fall into a ditch or a fast flowing rivulet The morning took the place of the night And…
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March’s Night Rain
“Oh goodness it rains! The windows clap about And the curtains dance To the wooing songs Of the sweet airy Night” And I can feel the rain drops through the window And the smell of the new rain upon the dusty roof The curtains blow up and down my weary face All is cold, all…
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Yesu, my love
”The sweet fragrances of the morning Has come to my nose and face Yesu masoyina, You made this possible! Even when I lay like a log of wood You came to wake my slumber Lord…” Now the mornings has come It is still dark but very warm With the morning, Divine providence I hear the…
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Oke’s Poetale: The Duck Tale
Once upon a blue quiet lake Beside a green florishing forest Lived a Duck and her chicks All day they waddle about Enjoying the peaceful serenity But a day came and the Duck Brought her chicks all around her ‘Quack quack Daak’ she began Turning to the nearest chick ‘You have been friends With the…
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Musing: The Cricket and I
“Weet weet weet… Weet weet!” I hear the screeching of the little cricket Calling to the quietness in my heart 1. As the light of the lamp fade slowly Then time brought back my memories For in my sweet and lonely reverie A desire come to me for some poetry 2. Left with the screeching…
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March
After the rains… The white clouds come forth The wetness settle on all Behind the quiet little huts Pots are filled with the waters Which the rain has brought And still the rain drops fall From the vertex of rooftops Whose head hung proudly The roads are muddy and slippery, Fine sand particles washed away,…
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Tradition: The Rainmaker
“I ask for the strength of the rain… Bring down the dark heavy cauldrons With all the gross, stalky condiments Maka agam eme ka miri zo n’ebe tata! (For I am about to conjure up a rain today!)” Chukwu Nnam… I want to make some rain today That is why I call upon Your Name!…
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The First Rains
“Tap-tap tap, tap tap… Tap! I hear the pat-pattering of the first rain drops As they fall in quiet, indifferent but solemn grace … From the comfort of my warm dear bed…” The heavy wind blew up the curtains Sending papers and nylons flying high The skies are grossly dark and faceless The wind blew…
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The Violins of the Nights
Now let’s have some evening breeze And with it let a tale about it be told Always the night is cold but noisy Creatures of the dark and creepy places Move about, bothering the peace of men The sounds of the night is strange But to some, it is a great acquaintance A reunion of…
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Muse: Nature Inspired
Life is all about finding what gives you happiness Fortunate for me, I found these in Natures embrace I love to live my life with what gives me abundant joy. Seeing live animals around and green plants upon the soil Watching the golden sun rise above the grey hills And the joyful memories that come…
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Brothers with Fonuoha and Ciroegbu
(i.) Laughter is a sweet wine She goes into the eyes Burning the desires of men Family is a nice paradise (ii.) Friendship is like a flying Eagle Flying above quiet blue waters In love there is no need for struggle Nothing like a sister or brother (iii.) Sometimes things and people change But nothing…
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A Muse: The Locust and the Ant
Now the Locust played about The comely sunny Summer, he minded not The Ant gathers leaves, grains and nuts For the clouds slowly but steadily go South The Snow Queen and all hue turn bright, All the land then become immaculately white No more grain, no more fun, no tall and sweet green grass to…
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Wait for the Morning
Wait for the morning It comes a little while The night was long and creepy But the morning must surely come Wait for the rising sun Hear the birds twitter Upon the trees that stay around Let Heavens airs touch you Throw the curtains open Watch the sun rays fall On the waters of the…
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Musing; Februarys’ Heat
Now we don’t have to go outside for the sun to burn us For in the house there is sufferable heat come from nowhere The mosquitoes know of these plight so they stay away The deep nights are hotter, our beds are moved to the corridors The fans blow hot stuff into the atmosphere, one…
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A lullaby: The Shepherd
Frankly, the bed is the best thing ever To happen to a shepherd or a farmer For it had been a long and hectic day Though he had little naps along the way The wailings of the young ram and goats Disturbs his sleep; he swerves, he waits He leans forward, allowing his ear to…
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A Travellers Myth
“I shall stand at the cliffs edge I shall look out for a better home for us We shall run from the very familiar We shall find a new start And when the Eagles return to nest I would hurriedly rush home to you We shall pack up, all our belongings To embark on the…
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Musing: The Light, Paper, Curtains and My Head
(i) Light Nothing feels better sitting in a quiet room And all you desire is but the sweet loneliness Laying in the dark room were the light is faint Musing over your ups and downs on a paper (ii) Paper Strange how my room is littered with papers Torn, painted, carved, squeezed, here and there…
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Natures Music
“I hear the strong sound of drums Come from lands far, far away Music living up the hills and slums Down to the seaside by the bay” The call of the birds flying home As Darkness unfolds her cloak on the Earth The choir of frogs across the little pond Singing and croaking out their…
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A Poem sometime ago
Once upon a midnight dreary As I pondered weak and weary The night was grim and all was damp Swarms of flyfull insect surround my lamp And out there the trees stood like Halloween ghosts Waiting to take a stab, standing lightly on the dusts The clouds shine, Zeus was trying out his new lamp…
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The Dreamers tale
Now to bed we all must retire But before this, let’s do a satire For my bed which I so admire I’m wrapped in my pyjamas, a funny attire After the days hectic work On the bed, a pen and book I struggle quickly to find and pick; A poem, it must even when I’m…
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A duel inside
Most duels are fought without, Some, more important, in us, What kills is that element of doubt… Let us unravel the journey first! I wait, hoping for a smile from you Its not that hard, if you give it a try, I know you have battled pain, I know your dreams were always high! Let…
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Power of Love
“1 John 4:18 ESV There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.” ******* Now I recall what it all means to me… Love is the croaky sound of the cricket beneath my bed Love is…
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Just after I wake
I wake to the light shining on my weary face To Heavens airs and my Gods unfailing grace Before now, the window was half open Dark it was then, but for the waking sun My fancy, my imaginations knew no bound For even in my reverie, my wits stay around Crickets which stay in hidden…
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My Musing: February 11
Aha, my mind seems to laugh at me… But I cared so little for what it thinks I say to it, “there are more to life than you see” And for the world I say, “follow the sun as it sinks” For a shepherd, I am a stranger and sojourner …Travelling to a land far,…
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The last night dance
The nights are quiet and calm The smell of the rose picked in the morning Comes mildly as the serene air filter in Curtains dance like the naked light of the candle Like you, my dear as the night you danced Raising your hands to your beautiful black hair Looking through the raised arms to…
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When the wind stops
The tent-peg shake angrily in the wind On the sandy soil it looses its strength while the clouds are dark with the storm The mighty wind takes her toil upon the hamlet Dried leaves and sticks fly in circles Dancing to the tune of the angry wind The roofs upon the towns houses Creak and…
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Haiku: Farewell
Memories and tales will be told Hopes and dreams, in shield And all will pass into legend If our paths ever pass again
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The Tale of a Shepherd
When it is time to leave the hamlet To leave the vales and the thornful paths To seek fresh and sweet grasses For the little bleating lamb and sheep The shepherd wakes from his slumber The roads are rocky and mountainous Filled with stubborn stones and quarry The mistletoe grow on the roadside But the…
