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

Don’t cry when the last coal burn outAnd the little flickering fire tries to stayDon’t cry around the noise of silenceEven when it’s so loud and deafeningDon’t cry when there’s a moonless nightWhen the cold hands of twilight threatenDon’t cry, my friend, when it seems it’s overLet it be; the sun will rise, so will… Continue reading Poem: Don’t Cry

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Silhouette

It is the sunsetSmiling up those hillsNothing left behindBut silhouettes of loveI stand before you, you before meSharing, staring into those blue eyes, While the sunsetQuietly before us

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First Drop

The first drop of moisture upon earthThe ground rejoice in tumbling lotsUltimate love, overwhelming sootheAs tiny drips, numerous puddles createAnd smell of wet clay wake with the dirt

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Memories

The night is young and lonelyStars keep the herder companyMoonlight, of hazy illumination It reminds him of his dear one

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Try Again

This piece is tilted more to advise. Dear friends, ever failed? Try again. Try Again Ever tried and failed? Try again Ever loved someone But it went down the drain? Don’t give up, try again! Ever applied for anything And yet find life wanting? Don’t give up, try again! Ever trusted someone But got disappointed… Continue reading Try Again

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Night Poem: Cold

timid nightfall mosquito symphonies a faint music down the country road receding rainfall wailing babies, a caravan homesick out in the immense cold drenched wall wet mattresses midnight ticks but all homeless struggle in the cold

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Writing a Poem by David Thane Cornell

Writing a poem is like picking flowers in a minefield. Lay down your life spread-eagled, so that the grass, sharp as syllables, won’t cut you. Let your fingers test the soil. Don’t tug at the roots. Seize adjectives for hostages, negotiable at the border between war and peace, leading you all the way back to… Continue reading Writing a Poem by David Thane Cornell

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Four Poems: Let’s Take A Walk

I. OUR TRYST Breezes bring your memory; mild rosy fragrance, The wind sing with you when you sang of the Nightingale And now we wait to tryst, craving beautiful sunset II. HAPPY MEETING We must make haste, for night is a cold stranger, For the great Baobab where our love blossomed, Cold nights steal our… Continue reading Four Poems: Let’s Take A Walk

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Since I met you

Many times I told myself that love is but a lie It comes into a life and leaves without a trace But since I met you, I feel more ambience; The way you make me do things I do, The way you smile and cherish life so Start a blog here.

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I’m a Shepherd

I’m a shepherd, living all by myself Of course there are people all about But none share my believes and thought I dream away alone, such is my life Early mornings are my quiet times So I speak life to the day when I wake Hoping to see my reflection on the lake And to… Continue reading I’m a Shepherd

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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… Continue reading Made of Rhyme by David Thane Cornell

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My Love Song

I love the smile on your lips, The dreams you bring to me I love the taste of your pudding, And the smell of boiled walnuts I love our evening walks While we wave the sun bye I love the feel of evening rain And listening to your lullabic songs I love the memory games… Continue reading My Love Song

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Amuse: Pretty Tomatoes

Sometimes I smirk at myself, They say I’m confused on what I feel, But if I gave a tomato stalk a hug Then maybe what they say is true I laugh at myself… When I arrest the kitchen Searching for raw tomatoes Which refused to grow in my garden I’m angry, don’t ask why, Not… Continue reading Amuse: Pretty Tomatoes

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The Slug and the Rose by David Thane Cornell

Oh how I praise the hour When I was born a snail, Beneath a crimson flower Beside a garden pail. At first she didn’t notice me As I moved so slow, But with my pointed thinking cap We thought up a show. And what an audience I won On a summer morn, When she awoke,… Continue reading The Slug and the Rose by David Thane Cornell

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Butterfly

See Mother Nature’s art See her paintings, black and white Behold gift of the rising sun, The wind a prize to be won So fly pet of the blue clouds … and friend of the wind Break forth from your cocoon Hit the silky walls wide open Fly away, you pretty butterfly Travel farther away,… Continue reading Butterfly

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Modern Chaos

Untarred dusty roads, free wind beat Ancient hills hanging in the smog, While heaps of trash greet travelers Airy morning now, cheerful birds sing Smell of gutted fruits and vegetables, Markets swam with strange faces Human stench overwhelm the breeze At the distance, grasslands burn Hawks descend upon thick smoke As the fire lick the… Continue reading Modern Chaos

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Stars Glitter for you

Stars glitter for you When you look up the skies

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Building Bridges

What is better than bringing two worlds together, Bringing life and earth over a body of water? What is better than true friendship When it blesses all with companionship? What is better than the scent of the rain When it brings the reign of droughts to an end? What is better than the smiles of… Continue reading Building Bridges

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Poems of The Night

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 came out The whole clan grants a sit-out, The infants, the boys, girls, men,… Continue reading Poems of The Night

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Sound of Water

My poems are like sounds of flowing water, It tells of no serious things in particular; But little of people that wash others’ feet And the wild that call green forests home It talks of fauns that hide in crevices And dreamy waterfalls, happy to fall with currents, Rushing, flowing in streams and rivers, Out… Continue reading Sound of Water

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The Lightning

From my curtains I peered to see your flash Before now you have kept my candle light busy Trashing the paper work all over the room And making jest of me each time I tried to sort them You created monsters in the skies The black clouds became your drawing board And you drew the… Continue reading The Lightning

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Quietly the night simmer away
like the puff on a smokers cigarette
Darkness envelop the dying day
for the golden sun was long set

Hot are the airs that blow this evening
and quietly from my little closet
My ears lay low, humbly listening
to the barking dogs on the city outskirt

Night birds, insects patrol the candle light
Upon the candle stand they make a fort
Dancing heartily, happily before my sight
Behind the wall, a shadow lay bent

Most times quiet times reveal a lot
Beautiful dreams and hopeful thoughts
Love in silence of words and acts, but
in these all, the mind searches and is taught

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;… Continue reading When we play with the wor(l)ds

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Have you thought of the Cloud,
Of her dilemma with the Sun and Rain?
Why the rain fall heavily or faintly
Why it is gloomy and why it shines?

RAIN:
The wind fly mildly across the horizon
Up the skies, were the birds watch men
And the Sun with her warm heat shine
Sometimes the clouds would let it rain
And to a shelter everyone would run
To avoid the sudden strife from the rain

SUNSHINE:
But when the sun rises perfectly
She paints the land with a beautiful color
Throwing her golden light upon the darkness
And saving everyone from the lazy gloom
Even so, the weather calms when it shines
And men go about their activities unperturbed

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 curtains dance mad,
Throwing up stray papers
And wooing my candlelight
Which drew a shadow on the wall…

Light are the rains upon the roof
Falling like a thousand little drumbeats
Smacking away, thoroughly the roofpans
Drawing nearer the sweet echos of sleep
Throwing rain drops on my window glass
And training the fatigued to acts of slumber

Like the Qasaqasa drums their beats fall
The rooftops tremble with those touches
Millions of them, hitting the roof tops
I am left to greatly wonder
Why the Rains drums are milder
The Winds feel on the skin softer,
Even as the raindrops fall and scatter
And throwing into our pots clean water
Straight from Heavens store house!

The birds fly happily away
When the sun returns to her sleep
The wind grows softer with the day
As the warmth burns down deep

The birds fly happily away
To lands where the sunflower grows
And the mushrooms grow in hay
But the moists stay till the ‘morrow

The birds fly happily away
With plummages of different hue
And in strange tunes they cry
Flapping wings across the skies’ blue

The birds fly happily away
Wearily, their young strive to follow
Working, trying to not fly astray
And where the nests are they all must go

I wonder if it was a crime to love
Or yet a sin to even try at all;
But then memories sift into time
Amazed to the worlds littleness,
The world seeks after lust
A shrug I must to this vanity
To love oneself is true happiness
But as the nights turn to days
And the days into past memories
It comes to me that love ain’t for everybody
I will continue to try to love others, genuinely
As God has loved me…

I feel absolutely nothing right now…

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