Best Herdsmen Poems
How can I explain to you,
you a poor mortal,
what a free spirit is?
Consider I have no bounds,
I go just where I fancy.
I relish moments of madness
without ill effects.
Can you see me waltzing
with a fiery tailed comet
that orbits around far off Arcturus,
in the Herdsmen constellation?
Imbibing its bright soft orange light,
enjoying its hard-to-observe buried corona?
Can you imagine me swim amongst
the spiral and elliptical galaxies?
Bask in their dense luminosity,
irrespective of their fluctuating temperatures?
I've kissed so many moons,
and frolicked with Venus,
watched in awe a cataclysmic nuclear explosion,
as some old dwarf star goes nova.
I've seen all this and more,
but rest assured, o miserable mortal,
that I yearn to be substantial like you.
For you can do so much.....
but not I,
no I can never love or be loved
like you.
Oh! DIL-DAL-HOLOM I am a herdsmen today she’s away, I play . . what does the fox say do-do-Die-da-die I ate poor poor sheep and kines . . where are? Sure no harm there by stream or in the barn what does the fox say . . I lie-a lie-lie the milk does gives me away Oh! DIL-DAL-HOLOM the funny sound - Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
The clarion call i obey, i was called to serve my fatherland,
to experience a different cultures, norms, beliefs, ideologies to see and feel a different region..
Days gone by, months gone by, i understand the people's clamour, their unimaginable unbearable hardships,
The weather is cruel and harsh, it stings like a scorpion bite,
The sun is hot it hits deep into the depth of my skull..
Breeze ceased,
Sweat dropping,
Water is expensive,
Life is expensive too,
Tribalism is venomous,
Segregation is disastrous,
The leaders are heartless, they show favoritism, regionalism and expect obedience, harmony and peaceful co-existence from the masses... One Nigeria they said, i bet that's only on paper..
Our leaders enjoy luxury,
the poor masses are chaotic,
A layman prioritised family problems rather than societal change.. A bad orientation leads to misunderstanding, the three majorities are considered while the minorities are at bay..
Our country is in turmoil, herdsmen stories on the newspapers front pages, their settlement burned down to ashes,
Farmers ambushed and killed..
Life lost..
No peace within!
Our leaders ain't planning for a better tomorrow but for tomorrow's election, several years down the line our stories still remain the same..
My fatherland was my pride now my dissapointment,
So many graduates unemployed, the jobs are reserved for the sons and daughters of the elite..
The street is filled up with crimes...
I exclaimed!! Who will bring back harmony to our dying nation??...
Flying airships battling in the open sky,
the sailors trying to save their own lives,
and all the panoplies of war revealed in broad daylight
unto the human psyche.
The cosmos composed wholly of oceans with no dry soil in sight
contains many micro planetary islands that glide
in the sky's atmosphere where men created their different ways of life.
Herdsmen hunted on the island's green fields and forests.
Soldiers worked in their iron workshops.Crystalline lakes displayed nature's beauty. Many a gorgeous a creature of nature they captured in their nets.
Stratigos,a hunter, also loved to fish in the clear streams abundant with eels. His dear friends followed him throughout the biome, witnessing many wonderful sights
such as tigers,trees,eagles and pollinating bees, the lioness giving suckle to her young,and many a mythical creature that defies explanation."
Raised he was in a quaint village,in whose verdant plains he played with all his pals.His female friends gathered many rainbow-colored flowers by whose sight and smell were made ecstatic.
Upon a certain day,a flying chimera snatched his friend Mike with its aquiline talons that tear apart its prey.The lion-like chimera with an eagle head concealed him in his cavern hideout,unseen by human eyes.
He analyzed his body and psyche to see what was worthy to eat. In despair Mike's cries for help resounded through the cavern walls.He heard his own echo.
From afar his friends were dashing to his aid through the dense vegetation with thorns drawing upon their blood. Red it was, stained upon their drapery.
They complained not at their pain for their aim was to aid their endangered friend.
Stratigos exclaimed;
With Mike in danger,
surely we must not fail him,
For friendly fidelity
Faces us with the task
of his salvation.
Alina replied
Through the mud and sun that scorches our way
We must pick a path and dash as fast as trotting stallions
for our cause is noble and pure,
so Therefore let us not be wasteful with our pace.
And they arrived upon a green moss covered road that drove Them to a grotto surrounding the creature's cavern.
not even herdsmen
can gather all the pokee's
at the dinner bell
Climbers and bushes are like sentinels that guard our terrains,
Waterfalls and paths, cascade like snakes gliding on the mountains,
Our indigenous mansion lounges like a penthouse on the hill,
Amidst echoing rocks, mumbling winds, which chime with a mellow mill.
Chirpy whistles, gaiety gurgles and tuneful tender trills,
Of the nightingales, serenely sooth me with melodious thrills.
My breaths as I awake, perfumed by scents of lavender and jasmine,
The mollifying noon breeze, habitually sprays fragrances pristine,
Women in native regalia adorned, hum harmoniously, ambling to the spring
While whistling herdsmen, guide home their cattle fleets, in the evening.
Festal flashes of the withering sun, linger longingly, as if ruing to depart
From the chaste crimsonlit landscape, like lovers unwilling to part?
The lulling twilight thrush and owl’s ominous knell, contrastingly interlude,
Nightsky; a swarm of stars sprightly surround the moon, like in nuptial beatitude.
Ghastly and grotesque shapes seem to transiently form, from a distance,
Reminiscent of the phantom and fairy folklores, of our childhood dalliance.
I escape the misty chill, as fireflies’ luminous sparks bid me farewell,
Reclining to the quilt of our fireplace, succumbing to its soporific spell,
In a while, surrender to slumber’s beckon, lured like a lyre saccharine,
Home’s where the heart is, always a quilt of memories divine.
© Maverick Nyambu
It is Incredible to see famine in all the places, on earth, in heavens and underneath the earth.
Various lives in each kingdoms are crying for bailout package;
The animals , human, even the ants, are demanding for bailout;
The birds in heavens, the fishes in the sea and the dead bodies underneath the earth are not left out.
Protesting for their stolen rights to be restored and a total removal of famine.
What a world of protest and bail out we created for ourselves?
Sleeping with one eye closed and one eye opened has become new security measure.
Land and sea that supposed to yield its kinds are into serious famine.
All creatures, are now fasting as a result of famine YOU brought upon land and sea.
Homes of the poor, famine is biting harder than ever before; the ants that eats from home are starving of hunger, aquatic animals are dying, herdsmen are now eating sheep meals.
The bridge of success has been broken; replaced with struggles and hawking in the streets of all nations.
Hawking yes! Our bodies in streets under a dark blue lights, where both literates and illiterates are equal.
I am driven to famine by YOU.
Famine made me to do what you all called terrorism, kidnapping, suicide bomber that you invented and now condemned with one side of your lips.
In my famine, you employed me to destroy innocent people, properties of nations and made more monies for yourselves.
The more you drive me into famine, the more my bile is split.
Calling for famine is calling for war and calling for war is calling for more famine.
Stop political greedy war, democratic famine war in all nations will stop.
Written by
Pastor Emmanuel Brown Omojevwe
I'll go to the president and tell him about the people's plight,
I'll go to the president and tell him about the ambushed and killing of farmers,
I'll go to the president and talk to him about the herdsmen and their settlement,
I'll go to the president and remind him about his unfulfilled promises,
I'll go to the president and tell him about the masses hardship, agony, anguished and plea.
I'll go to the president and remind him about the enormous natural resources the country is blessed with,
I'll go to the politicians and remind them of yesterday promises not tomorrow's election,
I'll go to the house of representatives to remind them of people's plea to represent them well..
I'll go to the house of corrupt leaders and tell them about the Messiah who gives them power to govern in truth not to be the ambassadors of corruption..
I'll go to the universe and beyond and tell all about the greed of men in Power,
I'll go to the president and tell him about the high rate of unemployment, crimes, segregation, tribalism, favouritism, religious differences, nepotism, regionalism and people's clamour for change..
I'll go and tell him these and more..
A Stick In The Mud
the ground was wet on that hot day
beautiful ashes torn in the mockery of its sphere
yet I stand alone here waiting
waiting for a next move to be made
my couch is my friend
a dismal purpose to construct my laziness
onto a distant land I seek yet alone on my two feet
I washed the residue off my face
this time I see a mere reflection of what's good inside
days of endless worry in such a reflective way
humble myself to bow the knee to pray
words can express the love that one has inside
Some search as if nomadic herdsmen in sight
others ponder the reluctance to reach heaven's door
still inside there are screams falling apart at the seams
we sweep the rubbish under the rug
falling head long into the vile extreme
we slowly come unglued as fools learn to swim
yet I'm stuck in the mud with the hope to endure
the steam of hot lava erupting from within
one can become carnal if their head is not on straight
tossing and turning through the madness of the day
release the fire from within to find the hidden desire with out
a cause to reflect in its sparkling array of brilliance intact
Marauding herdsmen, simple
in disposition,
but yet
sophisticatedly armed
straddling an AK47 as
the rod of a stockman.
The simple farmers, genial
in disposition garnished
with infectious courtesies
straddling simple tools.
It's a fight to the slaughter
not of cows so sacred
but
Of grazing rights and farmlands
Of pastures and food crops
Of the North and the South.
The sacredness of the herdsmen
and cattle.
The lowliness of the farmlands,
life
at its lowest ebb.
Impunity!, impunity!! where the
rule of law reigns supreme.
The herdsman as sacred as
Buddha.
But the farmer as droppings on
a dunghill;
to be trampled upon.
Blood and dust a mix with
derision.
Blue blood runs in the
herdsman's veins
The herdsmen reign supreme in
Nigeria.
Half-gun will travel on the western front,
Beyond brothels...gunpowder of debri.
Myself the man that blissful bulletts hunt,
As he that shoots has lost his wife to me.
From dusk 'till dawn my death deceives the day,
By sun and shadows guns illuminate.
So swift did summer sin a song to pray,
Upon that grave my spurs would gravitate.
Herdsmen and hoarses hearken to the hyme,
Of fire flushed from weaponry with flames.
And as I bled my heart did hold the crime,
Of loving her that shared her heart with games.
Wounded by way of weak and stubborn will,
Dying at dawn, death on this western wheel.
I have to ask the question of old, how did the trolls move west?
How did they sneak across the ocean, and to the old Midwest?
How did the Trolls come our way, then into our basement to sleep?
Covered wagons, or out of the dark how did they slowly creep?
Perhaps it was the cavemen who led them here on a frozen ocean bridge?
Or were they disguised as Vikings instead, enjoying a little pillage?
I believe they came to see how the Midwest Whale Herding is being done.
They can’t resist a bronco binge of riding with our whale herdsmen.
But then, I might ask what inspired those dragons, to also come along?
Maybe the trolls rode them over, while singing their merry songs.
It seems the dragons have found the caves nearby, and decided to stay.
Thank goodness the trolls didn’t invite them into my basement, that day.
But those caves had all sort of critters, which now all seem rather put out.
The other day, they came down the hill to my garden, in a really big huff.
It looks like they all have plans, for to my garden they came right away.
And it does get kind of smoky… where a dragon decides to lay.
I say, why not let them stay? For if my hubby can have trolls in the basement…
Why not have all these friends? It’ll be OK and such, for we can all be decent…
Gnomes protecting my garden, and dwarfs mining the hillside, and other stuff…
Bears are in our stream and garage that now has bats in the belfry, a fancy touch?
Ye old whales are a tourist attraction in our lake, as is swimming with the dolphins.
The Bait N Tackle shop’s selling food for the whales, dragons, and all, so much fun!
Dragons make an occasional fly by, for the tourists doing somersaults, such hams…
Life’s become so fun and exciting… certainly this can’t be too much to have…
Trolls were useful to get the gargoyles into public office to lead the way.
Gargoyles make great policemen and one became The Mayor just the other day.
Our community is fastly growing, as I spied an elf within the woods, it’s true.
We’ll be more popular than Six Flags… when the Elvin campground opens soon.
What trigger people to kill?
why do people hate?
why is the world full of wickedness?
question
Rhetorical questions
No more love
No more brothers keeper but brother killer
Fight everywhere
bombing and death
blood everywhere
homeless ,helpless
yet full of expectations
heavy drop of tears
flowing heavily
The wounded cry in agony
waiting to be heard
top make promises
fake not real
when will it be real?
fear of death grip thy heart
destruction,disaster
is what we get
No day that passes without fear
why do fulani herdsmen kill?
why the bombing?
safe thy self
how?
for I exist as a vapor
then I am no more
tranquility with whispers
inside the corridor
instant gratification to some
wonderful personifications
we exist as nomadic herdsmen
drifting away in the desert
Jesus was a sailor when he
set forth on the water
called out to Peter to meet him further
in every circumstance
we shall learn
to take part in the dance
nothing comes by chance
walk with me come take with me
one hand to hold a heart will bleed
many running to & fro
hearts exposed through the duration of time
signs on the wall want you to be sure
not everything is pure
we bask in the vast expanse
between that of space & time
with perilous times ahead
the thought of the walking dead
hiding behind the false garb of compromise
can't we see through those Satanic lies
see more joy from that of a girl and boy
everyone got the latest gadget and toy
news of the street going to start a beat
Drake is going to sing again then Big Pun
a new day has just begun as
Scotty Piipen has long sense been retired
Eminem doing free style taking it to the extreme
Fetty Wap burning up the scene
yet I see more joy in lovers on the beach
trying to catch that frisbee so far out of reach
with a blink of an eye time passes you by
some call it fate with a new Rolex in hand
the factory worker has left unspoken
Trump has left his ivory tower with just a token
billboards post of the latest news
two hundred dollar pair of shoes
satin sheets and love so devine
J. Lo looking nice with her new behind
Beyounce & Jay Z
life can be a big mystery
coming apart at the seams
love is the essence of my existence
learn to shun the resistance
out of every circumstance learn to
take part in the dance
with fly by shootings out in the street
try to greet your neighbor that's so out of reach
What trigger people to kill?
why do people hate?
why is the world full of wickedness?
question
Rhetorical questions
No more love
No more brothers keeper but brother killer
Fight everywhere
bombing and death
blood everywhere
homeless ,helpless
yet full of expectations
heavy drop of tears
flowing heavily
The wounded cry in agony
waiting to be heard
top make promises
fake not real
when will it be real?
fear of death grip thy heart
destruction,disaster
is what we get
No day that passes without fear
why do fulani herdsmen kill?
why the bombing?
safe thy self
how?