Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: poetry

  • Africa

    Oh Africa! The land of warriors Of Shaka the Zulu Land of great trees and waterfalls The Victoria and the Chad the Baobab and the Iroko A land of green forests With many faun and flora A goldmine, a pouting sky The wonders of Nature A setting sun in the evening Have you heard the…

  • Some Tales 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…

  • Poetale: Storm

    It was evening In a little hamlet The skies were dark With all frowning grey clouds Gathering together for a talk But always when they do gather It only leads to mayhem And total disaster Because they would never agree To any discussed matter It all began with the rain Accompanied by a very strong…

  • Nigeria

    In the morning, the sun rises Above the horizons and cliffs And on the smiling faces on the farms The hope rises with the sun As the children roll out their bicycles To the tanned fields of the hamlet Followed by their pets, puppies and kittens A proud cloud draws a huge smile And on…

  • Musing: Loves Poetry

    Many days loneliness Kept me from the world Sometimes I feel out casted From the grip of the world From this cruel, crooked world Nothing excites my fancy But you… Dear Lord You brought poetry to me You made it my dream Now as it came to me It made my life so beautiful Putting…

  • 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…

  • Viva Africa!

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • A prayer for you, mums

  • Musing: Loneliness

    A writer’s love is like a tree on a lonely roadside, with no one to feel or soothe away pain. When the tree waves its leaves in calm winds, it says a lot, but it is lonely. And when the stubborn storms shove it back and forth, it stands but broken inside, with one more…

  • Deceptive pursuits

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…