Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: songs

  • Musical Africa: Talking Drum

    The Talking Drum is peculiar to the Yoruba people of West Africa. Musical Africa You will agree with me that Africa is a musical continent. It’s full of sounds and songs. Every tribe and nation has a peculiar musical identity. As dressing and languages differ so do musical instruments. I will like to share a…

  • Lullaby: Sing for me a Lullaby

    Sing for me dear nightingale Gather your host of voices Rant through the early night Tweet away joyfully from heart Let my ears quiver from your song Let frogs and crickets listen to it To respond with their baritone Sing for the sweet nectar For red roses and hibiscus And the traveling sunlight Tell the…

  • Starry Night

    Stars sing your herald Cold night, crickets quiz In quietness I lay alone Start your blogging experience here.

  • Let’s take a walk

    Let us take a walk through the pine forest, Under the cool shade which she provides, Through the path where tree leaves form a cushion And a place where squirrels make their abode Let us walk pass the dark shrubs in the hot noon, To feed our eyes on mother Nature’s wonders, Through lands where…

  • Muse: My Prize

    My songs are for you, Darling you’re my prize And I’ll run to the finish line

  • 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…

  • Twist and Turns

    Twist and turns, that’s the song of life and the road But crawl, walk, run towards those brown hills, Dust shall become a dress or a travelling companion

  • A muse: God’s Love

    Songs of the night, sweet lullabies for the days toil Messages from Heaven, refined touch of God’s goodness Whistling from the neighboring pines and wide eyed owls All call out to the quiet night, strange, quietly hopeful Dreams are cut out on plates of wet marble Left to dry out in the open sun, like…

  • Muse: Midnights

    Midnights are caricatures of dreams Like the quick mist upon the morning Licking the forest tree lines and city skylines Sometimes it stands like a smoke phantom with a dagger And mouth wide agape as like a dying strangled cockerel Sometimes they come airy, with mild words, softer Maybe with some rain, which makes all…

  • 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…

  • Musing: Song of a Farmer

    I just picked a fruit Beautiful. Reminds me of you Grey eyes and elegant There are many fruits But this one is purely exotic A fine and pretty sight You are an amazing fruit Like the yellow Sunflower You, my boring days light You have become my fruit The sunshine after my dark My friend;…