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Your best is waiting
Your best is waiting The world is a crazy place, you may agree. Crazy because kind or nice turns people off. Being kind or nice can get you used or betrayed. Humility is seen as a weakness. Well, if you ever felt rejected or ignored because of your kindness or niceness, please hang on. This…
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Cold Night
Stars came looking for the moonNightfall their fine playing groundWith cold hands of night blowingLovers turn to a sack of warmth
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Ocean Rhythm
See the evening tide crash into rocksHear the flying birds call to retreating dayListen to your heartbeat with the rhythm of natureLet yourself soar with the ocean current
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Reflection: Evening Walk
Birds tweeting, squirrel foraging, and Berkeley’s hilly and beautiful landscapes, coupled with the scent of fresh grass – of mints possibly, remind me of home. The roadside is littered with green grass, and up the steps, wild turkeys pick the ground for worms. I saw a tiny bird circling the foot of a tree, which…
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Sunrise
Sunrise reminds us all of new beginnings Sunrise reminds me of a new startThe gloom and cold are goneI hear the birds sing once againAnd the squirrel’s cheerful sport
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Feel It
Love is the silenceThe smiles, the textsThe stare, the nudgeThe walks, the careThe moan, the helpThe wink of the eye Presence or absenceLaughter or tearsMoonlight or sunshineA benevolent balance It exists somewhere in the universe It will find youOr you will find itNever push or pull itBe calm, relax, and feel Needless to learn to…
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Don’t Give Up
Dreams are like songs. Keep singing; keep it alive. Dance if you may; spice it up. Don’t stop singing; never give up.
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Gratitude & Blindness (Poem)
Gratitude You know it’s human nature sometimes to forget where it all began. There’s a beginning to everything. Remembering the little beginnings helps trump unnecessary egos. Everybody was once a kid; some were poor, sick, this or that, but never consumed by the vicissitudes of life. Even when some things turn good or bad, they…
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Treetop
This smell of wet clay when watching the sunrise, Clumsy tree leaves peeling streaks of weak sun rays, With the cold breeze brushing against my skin Remind me of grace and magnificence, And fully discloses where the sunshine hides I love the feeling of being held above the ground On a peaceful day staring at…
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The Broken Heart by Saeed Rukayya
The Broken Heart This greatest dream of mine has been shattered,I fall and stumble into the dark hole,Grasping for light in a place of no shadows, Oh, my heart aches. I watch salty water trickle down my cheek,Thinking of how I’ll stitch this broken heart,Suddenly, his voice echoed in my head,Bringing back the unwanted memories,…
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Footprints
Footprints pattern quiet imagesOn soft sands, immaculate as whiteWith time images are blurredAnd other times widespreadTracks stamped on grains of sandDistort the marks of regular sand But tracks may live for the moment or forever
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Twinkling Stars
There are few stars out thereTwinkling across the horizonTo shine a special light uponMan and hills he calls home
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Stormy Night
Why is the storm angry?I heard tiny fireflies askThis evening of barrage,Of tempest and darkness The rain bothers me tooShe flirts with my vision Hurls my soft curtains upAnd annoys the candlelight Even the gloom is ephemeralBut window panes growl and shakeEach time the clouds rumble outside
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A Shepherd’s Night
The shepherd lays quiet in his gardenHis face interacting with the black skyFamiliar with the singing night insectsAnd bleating sheep behind the barn doorHe listens to folk music from vales below,Staring up at the faint darkness aboveHe smiles when the early barn owls hootReminding of nature’s friendship & love
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My Dreamland is Awake
Waking to vocal birdsThat greets the rising sun,The atmosphere is brightSo are the school kids Daybreak scent from gardensLittle residents crawl and roamThe cold morning breezePlunge from ancient hills Green below, blue above,Gold across the horizonNature colours lovely selfWith happy, life-giving hues Morning reflects on window panesSmells through the opened curtainsAnd nothing sums it allMy…
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Home Tales
Nightfall dreamsA ride through moonshineHome wait for tales
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Muse: Talking Drum
Permit me to etch this melodious stanza upon your heartLet the verbal rhythm be greeted with this fair talking drum,Give me your ears, let them listen as lyrics tell of the night frogWho challenged the melodious nightingale to a song duel
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Love Poem: Tryst
I invite you to a two-people drama; not Romeo’s, not Juliet’sJust you and I, under the full grey moonshineStand aside, watch me do this new dance I learnedCome closer, look into my eyes, and let me smell the rosesCome let me tell you of my love and how loving set me free Nothing excites me…
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Orbits of Love
Your eyes are like orbits of loveWhere stars shine in the reverie I let you know thisYou – a creator of happiness,And every time you smileMy heart sings a tune of bliss
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My Brook – Oko’pia (VO by Aneta Felix)
I’m excited to introduce an excellent journalist, poet, creative writer and voice over artist based in Lagos, Nigeria. This poem was voiced by her. Please enjoy this soothing weekend presentation from Aneta Felix! From home in quiet hamlets, I hear your surgeTelling stories when you pass through the roaring current,Through white clouds painted by sound…
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Night Rain
Hear the rain howl in the wind Outside, this blessed frigid night Rainfall is our sport for children A moment to count many blessings, And all doubts to wash off the pour!
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Muse: Rejoice (2)
My heart rejoices, but why I can not say!The sun has risen, the land is goldenThe firmament is bright, blue and greyDews melt, trees dance, flowers openI rejoice for the lights which have come,For the love which I see all about me,For the little fine hamlet, I call homeI rejoice in her immense beauty So…
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Hope
I heard the wind:‘Cry no more, child‘
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My Dive | Eriata Oribhabor
I met your mystery…And dream steam burningBefore my muse-ful call…My turn and ease-ful freedom…Your cursery look, my thirst… I saw your power…Clean sparkling watersTucked from our quartersReveling in towering calmOf surrounding greens. I smiled at a dive…Challenged to striveFor same…not one to standAnd watch from the stands.I took a dive. Commentary: Mr Eriata is a…
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Morning
Windy fog, glad yawns,Up the hill, a quiet townMisty paths, bird tunes,All, green forest’s muse
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Muse: When You Smile
It’s past 6 AM, and I’m up musing about love. I woke up writing a love poem. Love makes us do crazy things, right? Most of my love messages transcend a person, it’s my passion for humanity, for life and hope. February is marked to celebrate love. Expect more love musings! Good morning. Muse: When…
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Soar
Fly happy Soar higher Free as air
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Nightfall Dreams
Nightfall dreams Ride through light clouds Home will surely tell tales
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Love Poem: Truth
The truth is I came all the way Waiting for this moment, Running from my feelings Then I met you My feet stayed still Maybe they floated a little And I couldn’t leave without Letting you know how I felt
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Amuse: The Hill
A few miles away, stood a hill Which the simple villagers revere It is said that all cold and wind Came from the foot of the hill And so the villagers admired it, If their day was cheerless and hot It is that someone angered it, Took a piss on roots by the hillside Or…
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Nightfall in The Savannah
Night falls behind the village fenceLast traces of day, shadows fadeTree lines turn grey and blackWhile the sky host a million stars Quiet evening, sound of waterHeard down the waterfalls, by the streamsideAnd from thickets bullfrogs wadeEnjoying the fresh and sweet breeze Tree branches play with the windSoft singing is heard from huts awayWhile hill…
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Don’t Worry
Happiness is part of being healthy Don’t worry, be happy, is not just a famous song or quote for commercials, it is a healthy lifestyle. A happy person owns the world. Yes! Happiness is a sign of contentment and peace of mind. These three virtues are crucial to good health. Now, worrying will never lend…
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Midnight by Robin Bliss
Waking from my sleepGlancing at the clock, it’s midnightThe witching hour I thinkLightheartedly to myself The night is still, quietNo traffic noise at allNo wind blowing noisilyQuiet and peaceful here Except for the breathingOf my beloved, sound asleepRaising myself on my elbowI kiss her lovingly on the head She murmurs something. still asleepI’m glad that…
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Peace
Peace is like a journey of hope, Where throngs of colourful daffodils and dandelions greet, Peace is the quiet riverside, where tumbling brooks rush, And fishes halt to hear the rushing tides of water, Peace is this dreamy grassland, where green limbs shield, A citadel I run to when endurance & courage is hurt
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Poetry: Wait or Not?
Sometimes, some things are not worth waiting for I Waited When I was a teen, I found myself in a situation where I had to wait for a girl I fancied to return my love. And yes I had opened up to her. So I only had to wait for her response. She asked for…
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May Sunrise
The humble morning rise from her sleep, Her twin rise from lands of unknown deep Smiling at boroughs, the sun leaves for solitary slumber Going before all; fauna & flora to a place of graceful wonder
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Reflection and Dusk (Poem)
Reflection: Day End & Kindness Why do I like it when it’s day end and the sunsets before my gaze? That’s a question which even a response from me may not explain precisely. Well, I don’t just enjoy the views of the beautiful sunsets alone, I worry about many things too. Each evening is an…
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A Kind Charge
Sweet fragrances cling to the hands of those who distribute roses What if you had the power to make the world better, To put a warm coat over someone’s shoulder Or give out polite words and beautiful flowers? Do not hesitate to be kind no matter what the world is turning to.
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Moonlight
I behold the nightfall across the dark blue clouds I watch evening carry desires of men waiting to unfold I enjoy the sensation of the imminent weekend Drums of merrymaking sound miles off, Cackling, singing, every bit of mirthful noise However, the shepherd sits to enjoy his time alone I hear deep-voiced frogs calling out…
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Sunset upon the river bend
Sun set slowly above the wood Shadows appear, shepherd dreams; A soft breeze upon evening tide, The smell of sheep dung, Slices of malted bread, Songs from the wine inn, Situated by the river bend, Sober men drink their heart fill, Silent hills, retreating birds, Sally may sing her radio favourite, Something to celebrate our…
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Dear Starry Night
Dear starry night, This quiet and lonely friend of mine Here comes once more my fable Passed to me by a surge of the wind And the waves of the breezy ocean The stars whisper; Dream one more time, dear shepherd Consider the lilies that grow by the roadside For they care only for the…
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Loving You
Loving you feels like the touch of the calm night breeze,Blowing on the open green fields where roses growLoving you feels like a voyage through the blue sea,Where dolphins, drift with the wind and whistle their songsLoving you will be a blissful dream come trueSuch that we journey together, through our imaginations
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Night Poem: Home
Nightfall dreams A ride through moonshine Home wait for tales
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Remind me of April
Let’s compare beauty to this month, April of pleasant skies & pretty flowers Obvious on benevolent blue clouds Broad with bright weather & gardens Where light & dark storms linger With glowing sunrise & peaceful dusk Painting images of hope from wands Of stars featuring as a result of the vision
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When A Poet Loves
Poets are unique creatures Living in their playful minds They are facets of adventure Hewn to investigate life & why When poets fall in love They soar in their craft They prevail in fantasies Then lets life pace on art They travel to & fro the moon In their art, there is joy & pain…
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Black and White
Black and white That’s just colours Of birds, cliffs or streams Black is a word A cloudy sky or a tuft of hair Both are colours of nature: Black talons of hawks White feathers of swans None of these guys cares Taste the sweet coke Ever awe over why it is coloured Or why skies…
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Hurricane by Nicole Coventry
I read this excellent piece, and I fell in love with it. I should share it with you. This is from Nicole Coventry’s poetry book The Chaos of Letting Go. I had mistaken you For the sea For sunshine And soft sand But you ended up Being the hurricane That destroyed me
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Poem: When Tree Leaves Fall
Tree leaves dance when they fall, trembling quietly Brown leaves, some dull in red and lighter green All manoeuvre in the same direction of the wind When bold leaves fall off the branches They twist and sail through the wind Some set up leisure, settling on the moist below Sailing off, noiselessly to other stream…
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Night Poem: Peace
A tranquil evening is nature’s way Of welcoming a weary shepherd, Sundown – his thoughtful views heralds, Memories in which trees fiercely dance And soft grasses wait when birds fly home
