Two Musings; Your smile and African nights

1. Your Smile

Your smiles are wonderful, they tickle my soul
It takes me to heights of love, brings me to joy
When you smile, you remind me of the Rose
The parting of your red lips a memory to behold

In your beautiful warm smile I find an embrace
It spoke of speeches untold, reverred and blessed
And tells me more of you that I never have known
But in all, your smiles are exotic, pretty to the eyes

2. African nights

In the morning the mild golden sun rise above the huts and hills
Painting the corn fields yellow and making the streams shimmer
Upon the flowing rivers it glitters, till the dead end below a tree root
Big fishes stay ready to strafe up to pick insects off the tree barks

In the hamlets, dogs chased dogs, children played here and there
Men and boys went towards the great forests beyond the hills
To check hidden traps tucked away or tend to their farms needs
Girls pounded yams, making dishes with bush meat from the hunters

In the evenings, the children and elderly gather to tell night tales
When the moon light shine and the airs are soothingly mild
Everyone who wished to hear the tale of the night sit for it
And when it is told, even before the tales end many went snoring…
Now Africa

Beautiful

Beautiful are your smiles
The curves on your mouth are alluring
They pout as you stare at me
Your eyes say a lot to a thoughtful me

Beautiful are your eyes
The straight lines of your face are pretty
The thought of you are good dreams,
You are my inspiration!

Musing: Loneliness

A writers love is like a tree
On a lonely roadside
With no one to feel
Or to sooth away some pain
When the tree waves
The leaves about on calm winds
It says a lot
But it is lonely
And when the stubborn storms
Shove it about, to and fro
It stands but broken inside
With one more hope to spare
But love; love itself is strange
It has made the best tales
Loneliness, has wandered far
Giving only desire to the desirous
The love one seeks
Lays inside of that
Which brings joy upon ones heart
And smiles upon others faces

Oiroegbu Halls

Under the Baobab

Tonight we will sit under the Baobab
To scratch each others back
And we shall let all the children
Gather about us, happily

Tonight the moon shall visit us
With his smiles and dimples
And a tale shall be told
With all sleepy eyes listening

Tonight the squirrels will listen
As we tell of great deeds
Of far away white beached islands
With all shells and corals

Tonight the airs shall be light
It shall sooth off the pains
That came with our days farm work
And all that will be history

Tonight the crickets shall sing
With all the voices they could muster
The fireflies shall wobble about
Lighting our faces now and then

Tonight the night is dark
The arms of loved ones around
Companionship and all we want
So close by to us

Tonight we shall dance
We shall forget the days troubles
We shall laugh as we swerve around
And all will be absolutely well

Tonight I shall be on my paper
I shall let my pen and mind travel
And a smile is so welcomed
From under the arms of the Baobab