Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: Wordpress

  • Dear Politician

    Dear Politician, I write to you with a sad heart Somewhere in my being I grieve My blue ink run fast on paper Like red from men on the streets I wonder why you look elsewhere Sipping your tea with disgust While this nation fall apart! Trust is a rare commodity We gave all to…

  • We are a circle

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  • WordPress.com August promo

    The last time I spoke with a friend, I told him the Internet is the greatest marketer of all times. This is the glaring truth. Most businesses seeking global clients can get this online. No flights, no traveling, no stress! The major way to start off, is to create a website and then social media…

  • A Haiku: Pepper Crags

    The world sat on pepper crags The pain that came and went Hunt the rest that sat beside her

  • Just by the Countryside

    Just by the countryside… Where only fields of green stay And where the mud mix with the clay Live the blue Clouds that smiled always And everything  here had something to say The trees tower over the fine little huts, Where the green forest sit upon the hills, With her inhabitants living with a firm…

  • The Traveler

    The traveler is like the sun Which traverse the length of the Earth And seen her peoples and foods and cultures The traveler is like a blast of the wind Which blow cold at times and hot The flying dust is a glad companion The traveler is like the compass Looking for the North pole…

  • Hospitality as Love

    Genesis 18.2 The world can only stand when we learn to love The culture and philosophy of live and let live Teaches us to live while letting others live Let the Eagle perch, let also the Kite perch None should forbid the other from perching The love we give returns to us in some other…

  • A muse: Heavy evening rain

      And now it rains with thunder The hand of Cold had come for her asunder, Come let us see the rains fall by the window Let us dance in the rain and have fun while we can Surely, the heavy rain has come to sow And her many seeds are spread across the land…

  • African desire

    My land is green Africa, my Africa Together we win, My humble desire   Your arms are long like the bamboo weed The smoothness of the riverside air sooth it The hornet, the weavers all spread your seed And with joy, we come to you to inherit   Your moments are fun, beautiful, we are…

  • 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…