Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: Poets

  • Hummingbird

    I’ve been reading extensively about Native American folklore lately. As part of my Master’s research at Berkeley, I studied the relationships between people, wildlife, and the environment to understand how everything is interconnected. In Native American folklore, hummingbirds symbolize joy, happiness, and good luck. They are also seen as messengers from the other side, bringing…

  • Nature’s Symphonies

    I love to hear the symphonies of natureBy the side of streams or up the pretty sunny skies,When it showers or through the whirling wind trail,The smooth rush of the flowing stream,The screeching of insects beneath grasses,The virtually silent clouds whose sounds are exaltedThe call of birds, the hop of deer, minutes of termites,And effervescent…

  • Sitting by Robin Bliss

    Sitting on this grassy knoll, Overlooking the vastness Of the vast open sea and A strip of aureate colored sand Hearing the gulls calling mournfully Seeing the breakers endlessly Crashing against the shore In the distance are islets Dark blue against the sky Beyond them, the boundless ocean Feeling quite relaxed and mellow Feeling at…

  • Poem: Love Conquers

    If dreams are colourless Then love is a magical dream That teaches and encourages, It trusts from the heart Builds bridges over water To bring worlds together True love shared Fear no colour or creed I lay my head On your shoulders Let’s take this love to moments Where all eyes see its beauty

  • Sometimes by Robin Bliss

    Sometimes, When the sun has just set. The clouds still reflect colours, Orange and red glowing bright. Behind them the endless turquoise sky. I feel that I can see forever and ever. Touching the eternity within. Longing to fly on gossamer wings, Soaring gliding at my will. The happiness of eternity glows within, And I…

  • A lovers poem

    Will you stare into my eyes when I say I missed you, To see the strings that hold my heart melt before your gaze And the fire in my soul dance for the joy of beholding you? Will you hold these tired hands and caress it As a skilled guitarist would with his instrument To…

  • A Travellers Myth

    “I shall stand at the cliffs edge I shall look out for a better home for us We shall run from the very familiar We shall find a new start And when the Eagles return to nest I would hurriedly rush home to you We shall pack up, all our belongings To embark on the…

  • A Dust of Locust

    Okechukwu Iroegbu A dark patch I saw from afar On a day the doors where left ajar A falling mist upon earth Greysome; a sight I loath The sun had seen much For I, never seen such Steven M Ross Sunlight still prevail Every emotion that you feel Like poetry is a bust So does…

  • A Call At The Future

    Listen… The wind is surging by Over the treetops on a hill A call… The whisper in ones dream After a daring days work Hören… Dreams grow like pumpkins Sprouting and clutching …as it goes A firm step for another …and another Then a brave walk Tension minimal It’s now… the future The call at…