rhyme – Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Muse: Look in my eyes

Look into my eyes See how special you are Feel my heart jump with joy And that is because you are here

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The Winds Asunder

Dark clouds slowly grow and gather, The fast wind starts her grim asunder, Along her path, she flung away things; rooftops and paper So that unhappy owners may come looking for them later

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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… Continue reading What I think of Poverty (Poetry)

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Quote: Pride & Humility

Pride is the father of shame Humility is the father of fame Start your blog with WordPress.

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Fantasy: Dream with me

Let’s lie on green fields Close your weary eyes Dream with me of a pretty land I want a tree by my side And a bunny out there too, Sunshine, cute clouds and blue skies Let the sun wear her garment And her warmth mild upon us Let tree leaves shade her light So I’m… Continue reading Fantasy: Dream with me

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To my First Grays

You make me look old Like the folktales I told I wish away old age But they say gray is sage I feel happy warmth, When I muse over it

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Muse: Meet me

Meet me at the tunnels end, there I’ll wait…

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Muse: I choose you

I’ll choose you any day; today and tomorrow

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Muse: My friend

You my friend is wild, Yet your acquaintance is mild

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Remember

Remember the setting sun will rise, Tomorrow will become yesterday And life must definitely find a way

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Love Challenge 3

The swift surge of the evening air Compares not to your amazing smile Your glittering teeth, oh splendor of my soul

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February Harmattan

Harbinger of Sahara, king of the queer dust I hail you! Your entourage of heavy sand storms and dunes Display there works of art on our glass windows and faces You give us very strange attires, ghostly ones We wonder, we make guesses of why you love the dust, Why you paint all; flowers, careless… Continue reading February Harmattan

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Palm Trees

Like a tropical masquerade she stood With hands as long and spiky fronds And breasts as red fruits, ripe and Fresh snacks for all who come to her feast Long are her strong and tiny roots For she stands as firm sentry and greets All that journey through the quiet hamlet She hides behind hills… Continue reading Palm Trees

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Candlelight

Dear candlelight Dance for me, throw your light Upon the darkness in this box Make these great shadows a hoax Fire your joyful flames up So you may read words my pen drop Gather your heat and strength Waltz with the wind, feel the warmth Dance again when you lick the air Mock me when… Continue reading Candlelight

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Muse: Evening Rain

Listen… Hear the clouds rumble, for it rains again Soft breezes from the quiet evening Come drumming, mildly on the pan, The rooftop has got a companion Up this ancient forested hills The trees dance and twist To songs from the Winds tongues From the pond, the back-up frog choir get set, Waiting for their… Continue reading Muse: Evening Rain

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Teach me to Love you again

For our love’s memory I cherish your love dose, Your care and your beauty, Each time the swift sun rose Gracefully, I recall our hopes… But the candle light dwindles And I miss you, now that it faints Teach me to love you again Embrace me when I fail; The hugs, cuddling, I’ll relearn- For… Continue reading Teach me to Love you again

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Call me Summer

Call me summer; my days are sunny and hot, And in the forage you shall find, sweet fruits riped. I give tastes of fresh salmon cooked in coconut oil And a drink of wine to toast to the mild island heat * Call me summer for I plait the hairs of the palm trees I… Continue reading Call me Summer

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Musing: Lazy Day

Tossed about, is my big head Weary from nothing, lazy mind I took flight in the light wind Wetting my eyes in the clouds And the quietness was so loud I slept, not sleep, reverie Forgetting that I must eat I woke, trying to be free But even then I felt crazy Nothing wants me… Continue reading Musing: Lazy Day

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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 wind blow, the mosquitoes flee
Wild trees swerve like a mad reggae dancer
Children noises mix with the dancing windy trees
As the young night went black and darker

Imaginations…

…Soars the skies
With the fine Eagles

…Paints the winds
Red and sky blue

…Watches the rising sun
As she wakes fron the East

…Tastes the grapes
Along the green orchard

…Dream a dream
And believes in that dream

…Rides the Wildebeest
Across the Savannah

…Fly kites
Which turn out to be air planes

…It is in you and me
And it can make us the best we can be

Imagination…
Is the discovery of oneself,
Of the true meaning of existence
Imagination, rules the world

The strange rains fall
Leaves fall in circles
With a back on the wall
I watch the Wrestlers debacle

Now the quietness falls on me
Solemn, it seems today
Chatting, what a boring day it be
For my home beckons far away

Once upon a midnight dreary
As I pondered weak and weary

The night was grim and all was damp
Swarms of flyfull insect surround my lamp

And out there the trees stood like Halloween ghosts
Waiting to take a stab, standing lightly on the dusts

The clouds shine, Zeus was trying out his new lamp
His match sticks light the heavens, lands and the swamp

The grey bearded unsmiling Moon shone gleefully
My big head watching it, tired and weary

My head stuck back into the window hole
And at first it fell on a big bowl

A friend lay snoring up the bed
And to me, the cool ground I laid

Strange lonely sounds of the dark
Rent the air, on my mind it left its mark

This night cold, quiet and galely uncaring for its looks
And all I had as a pillow was those books

I thought wild, letting my mind wander
Minding not the quick wind and her asunder

But if I was asked to let be
This night, what the gifts God gave me

The disturbing slow-speed lamplight moth
Or the cold winds this strange Night brought?

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