Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

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  • Night Poem: Light

    Amid dark skies and night, Through quietness and mists Beloved Providence grants To bring through the dark, a light

  • What I think of Poverty (Poetry)

    What if I told you a poem of poverty Will you wave it off and call me silly? I will tell you what I think Why communities continue to sink, School children trek miles to get a bus Their worn-out shoes make it worse, Bright girls will deliberately miss school Sanitary pads their excuse, without…

  • African childhood Memories

    I long for my childhood days in rural Africa, To fill my lungs with morning air descending from hills And to till farmland that stretch into sunset Golden sunrise always kept everyone speechless And when birds welcome the day with choruses Sweet breezes gather to battle the sun warmth Infants may resume their wailing culture…

  • Seeker

    I see a golden ray Giving light from afar Up the lonely road Near the cliffs edge Where leaves fall in circles, Caring about nothing As they fall, happily And the skies not seen But a streak of sun light Filing through waving trees Now and then, Rodents of tall trees, Curious about the passerby…

  • Amuse: Reason to Smile

    I like to see you laugh Turn around, watch my goofy face Let me be the reason you smile To make your pain go away Let me see curves on your mouth Dance to lyrics of my daydream Call me naughty names if you would, Call me a pigeon with one dark eye, Call me…

  • Follower of the Month

    Hello friends, It’s a tough time, isn’t it? Hang on, things will make sense soon. I just had this thought and reasoned it may be fun too. I’m going to write and dedicate a poem to a follower as a way of saying thank you. Since I can’t afford to give books, flowers or other…

  • Poverty and Covid-19

    This image says it all. All they have in rural Africa are hope, prayers and faith. Most of our leaders are little more than puppeteers.

  • Poll

    Please can you take this poll for me? It’s anonymous and I appreciate. Take Our Poll

  • Made of Rhyme by David Thane Cornell

    Nature is a pixie Unworthy to be sung, Can it be I’m sixty, I who was so young? Over generous hearted, She heaped me full of years, Careless if I carted Bellylaughs or tears. Though spring is hers for poets With hopes too high to climb, I’m strutting up the summit On crutches made of…

  • City Life by Robin N Bliss

    Tall,towering up so high Glass towers touch the sky Man made canyons concrete,stone There the wind funnels mourn n’moan People hurry push and shove No time here for thing like love Neon signs glowing bright They are such a colourful sight Buildings forming angles sharp Here and there,there is a park Cars and buses grind…

  • Another visit to Ovim’s Hills

    If you encounter tablelands and rocks, hills and valleys, waterfalls and streams, abundant trees and virgin forests, all set in one quiet countryside, you will agree that Ovim is really blessed. Ovim is situated on ancient hills, a beautiful place for camping and outdoor fun. Each time I visit I get healed by her beautiful…

  • A Farmer’s Love song

    I picked a pretty fruit Which reminds me of you Grey eyes and elegant There are many fruits But you are just exotic A fine and pretty sight You are an amazing fruit Like the seed of Sunflower Sweet to keep my days light You have become my fruit The sunshine after darkness My best…

  • The Rainmaker’s Tales: Beginning

    When I am not making the rain fall To flood the village and farms And to make the river banks overflow Then I will be watching the glittering stars And talking to her, the night and moon Well, the night is never complete without a tale And this is for the sleepy little ones, I…

  • Love Challenge 10

    Twist and turns, hills and valley, Day and night, your love is home

  • Love Challenge 7

    You are loved and admired I am your biggest fan and friend You are God’s gift and love to me

  • Love Challenge 6

    The hair on your hands are like reeds That flourish by the river side Light chocolate is your skin colour

  • Love Challenge 2B

    I don’t care what people say I admire your soul, your drive Your spirit and how you love me I love you back, that’s what matters

  • Love Challenge 2

    Like graceful deer you walk, The soft sound of your foot thrill me, Thrills softly the drums of my heart

  • Anunebe: The Masquerade as reported by Okoroji Chidiebere Alexander

    The moment is almost here as people in the village are all dressed to watch the great Anunebe perform in the village square, one occasion that is performed once in a year, and this makes the event one of the greatest anticipated events in Ibeme, Isiala-Mbano, a small village in Imo State, Eastern part of…

  • Musing: Singina likes my Tales

    “I remember your funny and lovely tales”, she yawned She continued: “You complete my day with your poems!” At first I wasn’t sure of what I did exactly,  But as a shepherd I find pleasure writing away Telling of my travels, of my long days and how it ended Now, tomorrow I shall tell you…

  • Loves Silhouette

    The evening came shyly The sun set before us And the end of the world We see fall below the hilltop The sweet airs wind traverse about They travel with grace Flirting with our hairs and cloth Now it is darker but can you see me? It is the sun set And she smile up…

  • 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…

  • Silhouettes and Fear

    What lurks in the darkness and nights Waiting to jump on ones neck When no light come from the stars? What bears a fur and Sabre tooth And follow the silhoutte of preys Even as one walk in the lonely park? What stands in a dark tree plantation Running its ferocious claws on tree barks…

  • Fantasy: “I Am”

    I am a mist Covering the green woods In the early hours of the morning Descending upon the streets a mirage I am a shadow Hiding in the quiet streets Following lights wherever it goes Swerving about in the lights flicker I am a rainmaker One who invokes the rain One who calls upon the…

  • Muse: This Night

    One look of things here, now The world would seem so absurd The love I hid in my heart years back Comes to play on my wild fancies This is not my normal poetry per se, I wouldnt classify it as thus. i have had a clash somewhat with someone I really find fascinating and…