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Dew
Early in the morning The sun stays home Taking care of her kids Letting the Heavenly dew rest There’s moist on vegetations; There’s moist on trees There’s moist on shrubs On grasses and the pans There’s moist on my hands As I give each flower a shake The skies are dark Painted with different shades…
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Poetale: The Tortoise and The Dove
Before I tell this poetale let me describe the nature of the Tortoises character in African cultures. The tortoise is a reptile that lives on land. In African tales the tortoise is perceived as a cunny creature that finds a way to trick others. Now in Africa we sit beneath a trees shade listening and…
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Falling Leaves
There are leaves falling From the skies top Swinging about in a dance Rowing silently up and down When the orange sun sets And the sad squirrels sat On tree branches looking at The strange hues painted Across the skies horizon Also the little ants watch Though a sign had come It was time to…
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Dreams from the Front
The joy I left here with has gone It has grown wings and I knew not The direction of its flight Am terrified, I have no stories to tell anymore Each time a memory of holding your hands Comes to me, drops of tears roll down I can’t look into your face now You would…
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A prayer for you, mums
This is my prayer For you sweet mother I’ll sing for you And I’ll dance with you See my joy when I write for you And it’s because of you I remember those hands that held me Those hands that washed and fed me My desire in a dream Your smiles as in a golden…
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Musing: Loneliness
A writers love is like a tree On a lonely roadside With no one to feel Or to sooth away some pain When the tree waves The leaves about on calm winds It says a lot But it is lonely And when the stubborn storms Shove it about, to and fro It stands but broken…
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Deceptive pursuits
As we walk the void called life Wandering for things unknown Walking on deep darkness, Seeking much that others sought Blending into all strange hues Of hate, intolerance and wrath Understanding no religion, believing in bloodshed Fighting for some deity Maiming, killing, bombing And asking all questions why Staying hard from stepping on toes Getting…
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Musing: The Rains Dilemma
Tonight it drizzles outside Quiet, solemn and calm And sitting on a bench Made of thick lumber Carved of the finest workman Under the shed of a Mahogany People rush about, here and there Papers fly up the sky And the cloud blackens, the more A scarecrow for all to see A bugle for home-retreating…
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Maker of Poetry
Now poetry had it all A way of life, dreams and fancy When we wake, it sings At bedtime it comes around In the fields, in the airs On the back of the Camels On automobiles on the streets It is on the food we eat Can you hear it pray ‘eat me?’ The fishes…
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Under the Baobab
Tonight we will sit under the Baobab To scratch each others back And we shall let all the children Gather about us, happily Tonight the moon shall visit us With his smiles and dimples And a tale shall be told With all sleepy eyes listening Tonight the squirrels will listen As we tell of great…
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So Long A Dreamers Joy
The sun gave its last smile Then went to sleep for the day Cool wooing sea breezes wash thru Sending an emissary notice To the gleefully shining stars On a night many wondered about The moon happy as he seemed Searched the beautiful glades in haste Looking for ones love –his love Once, more crickets…
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Lullaby
I will write a poem for you tonight Close your eyes and let your head rest Lay close to me and listen to my tale Do you feel the breezes shove our hair? The Fireplace refuses to loose out on the tale There’s only one explanation of this A light rain will help strike a…
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Poetry in the morning
While we wait for the warmth from the sun And let our minds roam and run Now the Winds still blows Looking for his bride to woo The clouds are still sleepy And a Bumblebee buzzed pass, happy Scents from trees tops Descend upon the little mushrooms And all is happy on the sight There…
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A Tale of the Wildwoods 2
There’s a land behind those hills Covered in the forest A green foliage; brushes and roots All the time the Clouds are blue And the king of the Forest Do fall in love with it When the cloud blushes It rains softly; mildly And the little creatures Which live in the land Look up to…
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A Night with a Cricket
I laid my bones to rest A quiet night, dark and solemn A wild thought swept thru me But I was to be awake Cos I heard it I heard the screech A cold one, not far from me I listened Nothing else A neighbors cough at the next flat bothered it It stayed for…
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Poetry from the Skies
There was poetry up in the skies before we learned to write Awesome rhythms rendered as a strong winds might Surely we aint aware of this lyrics penned down by the clouds As such when it sings the green vegetations all bows There was poetry long before we learned to walk or hear Drums that…
