Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: poetry

  • Love note

    This is for you my dearest… There are twists and turns on the way Hills and valleys Darkness and light, But love, true love surpasses any hindrance or fear I do not dance very well, I might not sing so well But I can love you in many ways We can ride the Lions back,…

  • Lions and Lionesses

    Lions could be cute and cuddly, But only without their teeth and claws! They prowl the thick vegetations of Africa And plains of South Asia… With their manes as crowns They rule the African jungle They roar from afar… And all tenants of the wild; Deer, Elephant, Boar, Zebra Wake to listen! In the night,…

  • When the rains go

    The ponds will go dry As the rains slowly go, And the clouds very shy For she will have none to woo When the rains go to other lands She carries her entourage of wind, Throw into childrens eyes fine sand And leave a handsome wreck behind The weather grows hot in the evenings And…

  • The Palm Tree

    I wonder why it is called a tree Yet she is dressed like a masquerade With thorny arms raised to deliver a blow And fins to wade thru a turbulent storm Dangerous as she looks, She is quietly harmless Swerving from one wind to another She enjoy the attention of the airs When there is…

  • Nursery Rhyme: The Bamboo by Oke’ Iroegbu

    Bamboo, Oh Bamboo Take a look at you! You are very tall and mild With stems, severely strong And leaves straight and long Bamboo, Oh Bamboo The favorite Panda’s chew You blossom upon the waterside Spreading your branches like a canopy Over everyone in the small community Bamboo, Oh Bamboo Your greens stay hidden in…

  • …To memories

    Now I smile back to my paper smileys Re-living my hopeful memories Life sometimes may seem confusing, But you just have to smile and live on And on my books I draw for myself happy faces The memories of pain or joy; Are part of human existence Why is there love and hate, Why is…

  • Nene: African woman

    1. The braids on your hair Is typical of the African woman Black and totally natural. Nicely fit Pulling back your cheek bones Into the hair… Like a young gazelles face. Your nose is like the fine basket When you breath, it is a wonder And it seems you walk on flowers 2. When you…

  • August night

    I shall sing like the nightingale for you Throwing flowers before your feet And make for you a fine cuddly seat Tonight I will stand behind the mango tree And I shall call out to you, so we can meet; So we can hold hands and walk to the square* I shall tell you my…

  • The Messenger, part 2

    The dark evening is serene and calm Though the vampire bats hover up the skies And the little crickets quiz all around… Many sat for dinner for it was a long day The farms, the ponds and the big market The smell of dried cod soup pass thru the air, It was a favorite among…

  • Thankful Psalm

    l feel your warmth Jehovah The peace and comfort You gave Now the sun shine thru my curtain Strings of beautiful colors I see Oh Jehovah, You are Awesome The sky blue clouds stand at ease You stand out, You are Handsome! The love I feel, undescribable The life I have, gracefully blessed He loved…

  • Sunday light in Uyo

    Arise and shine Arise and shine This morning brings to us Fresh dry airs, severely cold With dew strong like smoke Rushing thru the glass window In a fresh bust of race, To the green fields of meadow Strange paintings the dew draw Throwing up busts of free air One of sweet vitality and life…

  • Four Musings: My Music, The Train, August and WordPress

    1. My Music The sweet tingling of the guitar strings On my soft palms reminds me of a song Which plays quietly in my heart Without drums and strings they play The songs call out to love To memories which I adore I will let this music play through the valleys And the peak of…

  • Folk: One night, one story

    It has been long I left my village And they must have felt my absence For the moon still shone always But then no one to tell the childrens tales I missed seeing the grey bearded moon I missed the serenity of the countryside I missed seeing the birds circle the sky And the calls…

  • Color 2

    There are many colors, nice and cute Dull and tiring, fainting and mute Some fall by the bronze roadside More on the greens of the field The birds fly across the cerulean sky With the jade hued beetle buzzing by, On the empty dusty rocks words echo And the ever warm and cuddly yellow- The…

  • Syria

    The tears of dying children Is the lullaby of gunships The desert is smeared with Grease, oil and human blood The days turn to grieving nights But the world knew no sanity And those who fight in the fields Humanity eludes, Life is a little less than a chickens And yet we walk free across…

  • Watch the sun rise

    I watch the sun shine thru my window Throwing me a familiar wink And painting the curtain gold Thru the city streets the lights glow Like the color of brew which men drink On all faces it shone, young and old Day breaks again in the city My heart long for something else My dreams…

  • Lullaby: Rain drums

    Tap tap tap tap… The first drops fall, Look up, and see a battalion Rushing down in haste Scattering in multitudes, Causing ‘chaos’ to the city Splashing happily, joyfully Upon all who dare stand before it The night rains are nice When they come with the wind- With a very strong wind It made my…

  • A Psalm: To Jehovah, Ebenezer!

    ”I feel a power other than mine I feel a strenght greater than me” The strongest winds and storms Tell of a might, The beauty of His love A testimony of grace! He gave me a yam, alright! Haha, he gave me a knife also He gave me a fine dream I worship His Majesty,…

  • July

    Here comes a month… Fresh and blessed With even a strike of rainfall And the golden face of the Sun Which delight, I call my imagination The night will be as usual… Full of cricket shrieks And the love I always knew   I wish you a beautiful July A happy new month to all…

  • Beautiful

    Beautiful are your smiles The curves on your mouth are alluring They pout as you stare at me Your eyes say a lot to a thoughtful me Beautiful are your eyes The straight lines of your face are pretty The thought of you are good dreams, You are my inspiration!

  • For me, a thoughtful piece

    1. There are hidden crickets singing carefree-ly Whenever I find myself in my quiet time A moment just before I set into a reverie, A moment I recall all I like to see in my dream Dreams come true if you keep it at heart; What joy one will have to climb the Kilimanjaro Or…

  • Three Short Poems: The Stars, June and Thankful

    ::The Stars:: We wait under the old mango tree Counting the glittering stars And lying on the sandy soil To get a better glimpse of the skies The Wind is our guest, She mocks the rendezvous She whispers the tunes of Nature And drag tree leaves with it An evening of quietness A moment to…

  • Thoughts

    Dear diary, Night falls now… The city is quiet Save from toads Out in the field And wild crickets Hiding on the walls The distinct noises Of a quarelling couple Disturb my thoughts Down on this bed, I count the days work There were strange clouds Up the clouds today There were tales in my…

  • Muse: Ne’er too late

    When the sun fails to wake, The day grows so cold and gloomy The Dew cast her spell on the day From the hilltops, vales and lakes To the countryside which is woody, And the ponds where the ducks lay There is no ‘life’ in the sad day By the riverside, the wind blast Throwing…

  • Colors: the first part

    Colors are very beautiful They tell a lot about all; And a little about this and that The ocean, the sun The mice that live across The busy street roads Or the golden corn field And the wild, the deserts And the ice of Antarctica Colors describe our feelings Red with rage The royal purple……

  • A Love poem

    Your words are sweet like honeycombs Freshly taken from the bark of the trees And melting in my lips, like butter on fire Like the graceful wild deer you walk And the soft sound of your foot walk Beats strongly, the drums of my heart The swift surge of the evening air Compares not to…

  • June

    This morning brought me some fresh rain From my window I see the rains drop around The fresh smell of the clayey soil come Mixed with the scent of boiling corn Blue clouds sift across the skyline As the Doves come down to dine Always; brown and greens all about Grasses of the south start…

  • The Rainmakers Tale: Tradition

    PROLOGUE Give me some rain, Take away the present situation Let the wind bid me warn again Give me rain, dear Heaven! (1.) Let if flood the browned farmlands Let it refresh the waters of the ponds And the hards rocks upon the dry Earth Let the hamlet be full of the wet clay salt…

  • The Poem of a Shepherd

    I will tell you about my Jehovah, My beautiful encounters with Him His creations that made me wonder With each passing day and dream The tall Red Pine blossom When there is such a wild-wind It shakes down leaves for the ‘groom’ Twisting, circling as they fall down Stand at the zenith of the hills…

  • A beautiful day

    The light has come upon my eyes Birds twitter behind the windows glass Beautiful sunrise across the horizon The skies are gold, so is the land Voices of people are drawn to me What a marvelous day it will be! The big sleepy town wakes very slowly Man, woman, child, pets, trees, Lilies I see…

  • The Almighty

    There is Him who lights the moon light like a bulb He makes the rain shower on all green life He surfs the thunder storm like a horse Throwing to the Earth a veil of white snow He gives the morning fresh scent of hope, Binding the nights to curdle the weary shepherds I listen…

  • The Clouds gather

    The clouds gather And in her wake The evening turned black Clouds gather above the sky As light showers try to descend, The showers fall on the clay As beautiful humid smell arise The clouds gather Above the little town She wakes the lightning And all evening The lightning took shots Of the warm wetlands…

  • Oke Iroegbu’s Shepherds Tale

    (1) Is it not a great night to write? What beats our lovely imagination When stars fall with colors bright Or as a ninja-faced Soy bean sprout? (2) The nights are like firecrackers Blossoming into beautiful stars When they hit the soft sky Shedding light shots of hues They remind a tired shepherd Of the…

  • Rainmakers’ tales: 2 tales of Oke- Iroegbu

    When I am not making the rain fall And flood the villagers huts and farms And to make the river banks overflow So that the forests pathway is swampy And the great crocodiles are washed ashore; Then I will be watching the glittering stars And talking about the stars, the night and moon Well, the…

  • The noise called Love

    Wait a minute Why does my heart beat sound that way, Like a hundred samba drums of Brazil Thrilling a thousand voices of excitement On a sandy pitch were soccer is played? Jungles have got their noise The Lions, the Elephants, the wild Oaks Cities have got their noise The automobiles, the bikes, the ice…

  • Musing: My Doves

    Feathers flapping Sitting on my arms With their young claws Not to let go Not to fall down Man and dove Care and love When I hold you two up with care You stare into my eyes with curiosity What a dark world Your fine eyeballs Seem to say, Roving around my place On my…

  • Poetale: The Vampire

    I wonder why we are warm blooded And yet men is to another, stone cold The suns’ light hide such many things; In the depths of wells, beings with wings And the thoughts, which we fear exist They come and disappear like the mist With the appearance of the moon The fur extends beyond the…

  • Three Poems of Oke’ Iroegbu: Night is falling, The moons tale and Hope

    Night falls after the sun And to homes we all return Counting the days stress and toil Letting the darkened kettle boil And preying our eyes on passing people While we eat out plates of sweet potato When the full moon come out The whole clan makes a sit-out The infants, the boys, girls, men,…

  • Haiku: Hope

    There shines a chain of stars, lined up the night sky Glittering to the quiet and queer custom; a perfect night style Lighting up the hill top; a spectacular view of these forested lands Let’s hope on Divine providence; it will never forsake our hands

  • May 2016

    In the morning After the rains, The lands are wet With dew and mist The rivers overflow The sun is slow To wake For the towns’ sake, In instalments On the roofs first On the trees and nests On the fields and streets Through the lands, wild And upon all mankind

  • Awake

    I am awoken to the sound Of the lovely morning birds Twittering behind the green tree And the buzzing of the Bumblebee The sun rises quietly Her rays shine brightly The clouds are blue Painted by a fine hue All about the bright skyline The scouting hawks and doves whine And under a trees shelter…

  • Friday

    The nights may be dull… But there are fresh morning airs That this beautiful morning shares It grows with the comely light Letting all feel the suns’ warmth As she rise from behind the cloud Painting the land, bright and gold The airs are for all; The sun flower with its bright colors And the…

  • The Lifes’ Walk

    Life is a walk, a journey Never feel sorry For your very existence Is ordained by Divine Providence The way thru the jungle is grassy The mists upon the way, tricky But we must march on Until the days work is done The way is full of serpents Goal destroyers, lifes’ saints The mists might…

  • Folk: The Palm wine tapper

    When the palm wine tapper Goes visiting his palm trees He is very, very happy And when he climbs a tree He leans on his strong ropes “Kpom Chiki! Kpom chiki!!” He is very, very happy Commentary: The Palm wine is a natural beer derived from the Palm raffia trees. The beer is whitish in…

  • Musing: Four Poems of Oke’ Iroegbu

    (i.) The Moon The Moon is following me And with her light I see Wherever I walk she stalks Behind my shadow she follows And how she sweeps the land Looking for me in the quiet clan (ii.) Village Square The nights dancing festival Brings all, big and small The farmer, the wine tapper The…

  • A son of the hamlet

    I was born and bred in a big city But nought interests me More than a quiet life Which the serene hamlets give I was the king of the jungle With maidservants and menservants And a great sand house Filled with sand-made yams Commanding the mango fruit To fall for my noon delight And the…

  • Musing: Stare into my eyes

    1. I love to stare into your eyes To let you know how special you are I heave a sigh of relieve Each time, tears of grieve Dry from your pretty face Never let go of sweet memories Make them stay in your bossom Enjoy all blossoming Summers And the ice-cold Winters But never let…

  • Folk: Night falls

    The night fades slowly Cloak of darkness fall As the crickets prepare For another night song Bonfires lit the night To keep the wild dogs off The children set the stage For a moon light folktale And beneath the stars The small hamlet waits

  • Folk: The sunny Forest

    Once in a quiet sunny forest The cruel Sun starved the Earth And her little furry inhabitants Of drinking water and comfort The Owls & Wolves yawn in hunger No one was able to decipher Why the Sun brought her asunder As all was thirsty for water The forests dwellers hatched a plan One of…

  • My Love Song

    Glittering stars. The night is alive Airs of the day Fireflies of the night The grey moon; For all had gathered And to see this love They have come Waters rush in haste Upon the little tide Of the Stream And her waterfalls Sweet spring! Pulling the stubborn fern And the stray crabs The cymbals…