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Nature’s Forest
Take me to the quiet streamside, where no mans traverse, disturbs Take me to the land, where my eyes see the beauty of your love The sound of swooshing forest trees bring peace Actually there is no name for such queer tranquility, The amusement provided by the choral forest enchants And the sight of slow…
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Amuse: The Hen’s tale
First she walks for a while and then turns to stare… She cackles, laughing at the appearance of these slim aliens Wandering about, aimlessly, pushing all manner of carts And wearing all manner of fleshy things that smell awful One thing is peculiar: these humans change their skins each day, And it is unclear why…
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Natures Tale: The Sun rays
* Take a walk in the woods, Dive into the envelope of tall tree branches Admire the tents that Nature erected Savor the teasing of fresh airs And watch the sun rays streak through the tree leaves 1 The canopy hides the shrieks and tweets Of birds and rodents Creepy amphibians croak out their hearts…
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Joy
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Evening Storm
Now the wind has come to announce the rains coming, Baskets flew up, rooftops shrieked, dogs ran about And the community waited, for a storm was growing, The nights grew darker, pitch like the face of charcoal At first, the moon had disappeared without trace The clouds forming a strong ring of bully about him…
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When there was love
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Bamboo house
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Amuse: The sunset
Sometimes I do think the sun was angry when she was hot People hide underneath the tree branches, some throw down mats And in few minutes they snore out there fatigue without remorse They blow trumpets, letting their mouths wobble in defeat Yet I wonder if by chance the suns heat was responsible, As her…
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Sunrise up the Forestlands
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Once upon a time…
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Musing: Observing you
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Lullaby: Decembers’ rain
Fast falls the evening, mild breezes, cold rain, rinsing the dusty roof tops Dark clouds shadow the moon, the evening is left to wander alone, Trees bow to the swift wind; bending, twisting; left and right But the night was agog with life, the breezes an excuse for heavy sleepers A week before the heat…
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Musing: The Ostrich
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The Tomato’s tale
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The path to Harvest
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The Rainbow, 1st
1 The rainbow is my favorite color Her beauty radiates upon the cloud Dressed like a man wearing a talisman Savoring the scent of the sweet airs, A mirage because the rain won’t fall after all 2 There sits the rainbow across the firmaments Watching quietly, observing the rules of the airs Belittling the heights of…
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Love Poems: My musing
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Morning Poem
Lavenders, gardens, the fair butterfly Gold, sun rising across the blue sky Quietness, serene green forest, birds calling Yawn, a kick and high hopes waking The warmth of the sun, glittering across the fields Buzzing bees, smooth sailing airs, some wildlife Smell of burning food, hawks hunting for food in the hamlet Warm airs rush…
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Rain on the Window
I love the sound of the rain when it hits the windows When the multitude descend down from the Heavens Splattering, hitting the Earths crust, smashing the clay Throwing up sweet scents, one unaccustomed to man The sounds create a regular rhythm which sings a lullaby Soothing are the rains words, mild are her amazing…
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Muse: Morning in the rain season
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Sunrise in Enugu
Alas the sun rise above the clouds Without the mild weather all seem hot Above the hills, greened with vegetation And roof tops, which brown is tanned The clouds blue upon the long firmament Draw very friendly and smiling apparitions One that will definitely see the sun set Birds fly, trees swoosh, the airs sing…
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A muse: God’s Love
Songs of the night, sweet lullabies for the days toil Messages from Heaven, refined touch of God’s goodness Whistling from the neighboring pines and wide eyed owls All call out to the quiet night, strange, quietly hopeful Dreams are cut out on plates of wet marble Left to dry out in the open sun, like…
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Musing: The howling wind
I hear the wind howl through the gaps, Through the minute holes which stayed in the walls Pushing, hissing it went, pushing the books on my laps Turning the pages without my consent, winning it all The wind disturb the happy quiet night Making the room look like a party hall While I tried gathering…
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Tudun Amba, Lafia
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Musing: Very Hello
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Natures Poem
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Three Musings: Poetry, Walk in my Dreams and My Tree House Library
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The moon and night plays
Yells, cries of children disturb the nights silence In the moonlight they dance, they play in the distance Casting shadows upon the lonely tree’d pathway Tumbling on sands, caring not for neither man nor scorpion They make figures, people and tall castles of clay Happily they yell, desiring nothing under the queer moon Meanwhile the…
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Musing: Sweet and Sour
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February
Sold to the warm white clouds and suns heat, To the golden hue, shared across the firmaments Across the fields where grows the yellow wheat Came a new born, a new beginning, a new month To the East and West, to the North and the South It came, striving, growing, standing, blest February retells stories…
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Lullaby: Moonshine
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When we play with the wor(l)ds
Let us say there are some mystery in the Earths misery Fake hysteria overshadow Natures artless history Yet with the blazing sun come our sober pun Savaging the dying Earth: stay or run, but we cant run And when we look to the South, there is strive To the helpless North, there is a hungry drought;…
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The Butterfly
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The Tree leaves fall
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A muse: The Thunder and her nephew
When the thunder storm descends The clouds rumble with a quake, For the Earth and her companions She cuts up a powerful link Letting her much younger nephew Take a solid images of the quiet world Every other force goes on pause, on mute While the two siblings enjoy their ride Through the Earth, through…
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African desire
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Waiting for the Rain
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Smiley
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I wish
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The Glass Wall, and a commentary on friendship
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African Inspiration
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Darkness falls
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Okechukwu’s Haiku
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Fallacy of love
Dear Diary… When two hands merge, they stick together Lending, caring, hoping and loving The stream of cord bonding both Strictly fight for their loves survival Distractions sprout up the root of the creeping weed Tearing apart the bond that once lived happily I crave for some fresh air in the open I love to…
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The Wind
There was heavy wind, swooshing about Just behind the hut where the pots lay Now it surged. Paused, Sudden… Play The wooden doors creak restlessly Like horses surround’d by wild dogs Near the bush, the wind whipp’d tree logs The sweet fragrance of other houses came The stench of the sewages woke up And roofs…
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The Shepherds Tale