Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: tales

  • Why Fairytales Matter – Slides

    Once upon a time—around the corner from Neverland, two bus stops past Narnia, and slightly to the left of your imagination—there lay a kingdom so peaceful that even the dragons practiced yoga. The king was wise, the queen was kind, and the royal accountant was deeply concerned about the rising price of magic beans. In…

  • Another Tale from the Wild Woods

    There’s a land behind those ancient hills Hidden in the thick greened forest, One of mighty foliage, brushes & roots Dark green shrubs gather by the riverside Ripe fruits plunge into the quiet waters And fish schools scatter in excitement Brown and black crabs meet to get drunk Squirrels watch them, amused from treetops The…

  • Amuse: Singina likes my tales

    “I remember your funny and lovely tales,” she yawned “You complete my day with those poems of yours!” At first I wasn’t sure of what I did right exactly, But as a shepherd I find pleasure writing about life, Telling of my travel, of my long days and how it ends Now, tomorrow I shall…

  • Diary of a Village Boy: The Leopard Spirit 7 (Crocodile at the Stream)

    Dada said I had to be strong to attend the next Tales by Moonlight night. He also promised I could play and hunt with other children if I got well fast. So I took my medication and exercise seriously. The moonlight night tales come once in a fortnight, sometimes it may be delayed especially during…

  • Folklore: The Straw, the Coal and the Bean from Gutenberg Project

    In a village dwelt a poor old woman, who had gathered together a dish of beans and wanted to cook them. So she made a fire on her hearth and that it might burn the quicker, she lighted it with a handful of straw. When she was emptying the beans into the pan, one dropped…

  • Folklore: Old Sultan from project Gutenberg

    A shepherd had a faithful dog, called Sultan, who was grown very old, and had lost all his teeth. And one day when the shepherd and his wife were standing together before the house the shepherd said, “I will shoot old Sultan tomorrow morning, for he is of no use now.” But his wife said,…

  • Folklore: King Grisly Beard from Project Gutenberg

    A great king of a land far away in the East had a daughter who was very beautiful, but so proud, and haughty, and conceited, that none of the princes who came to ask her in marriage was good enough for her, and she only made sport of them. Once upon a time the king…

  • The Witch’s Lair

    Once there was a traveler, weak and weary, Fatigued with the burden of travel and bag on his back, And many tiny painful stones hiding in his shoes He carried a bag which held a guitar for he could play But faint was he, clinging closely to his life, Hoping to see an inn or…

  • Poetale:  The Traveler and the Witch’s lair

    There came a traveler weak and weary,  Fatigued with the heavy bag on his back And many tiny stones inside his shoes In his bag he carried a guitar for he could play well He fainted slowly, clinging closely to his life,  Hoping to see an inn or a well for water For he had…

  • The Legend of Wawadomea

    Verse 2: Cannibals of the East 2 The sunset drew a picture Which had lived with me For all my younger life A strange uproar heartfelt It was aye, very strange That aye, I mean I Will be amongst this lot This people forsaken kind of clan Living the life of a sea pirate Out…

  • Welcoming November, with Love

    There is this month which gave good memories It brings hope, joy and consolation And expectations grow when the month arrives The moments are like mixed gold dusts Falling from eyes, distorted, unified, in-explainable A desire to see it come and go and so on… It tells of the way we have gone since the year…

  • The Shepherds Tale, another

    Night approached silently again And to the shepherd it was time to retire A time of his loneliness, a time of his daydreaming The Night  was the shepherds only companion She brought with her a galaxy and some fresh air And a bouquet of country music from the other locals When the shepherd laid down,…

  • A Poetale: Night and the Wind

    Flirty Breezy wind of the south Woo my candle light Which danced like a mad man She paint the wall With the silhoutte of the light Drawing pictures of many objects Showing a magnified view of shapes Scary and gigantic. Titanic! The curtains are thrown up At each blast from the wind And her underwears…

  • Africa’s poetale

    Africa is a budding cocoon A shy, fragile and cute butterfly With shaky wings meant to fly Living, in a desperate world Africa is the gigantic tree That grows by the side of the river Shielding the lengths of the forests And feeding the lifes around it Africa is a mountain highly peaked With white…

  • MUSING- STARS

    The rings of stars Shining gleefully tonight Reminds me of you My innocent one Thoughts fly about And in my lonely web Your memories are caught