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Iroko Poems - Poems about Iroko


The Fallen Iroko To Dora Akuyili
Sadness tears Agony Pains hate Sorrow Weakness Restless Emotions Sleepless Defeat Loneliness. Those are my fate, Throw the stones Throw the clubs at ones, Hurl it so hard, fiercely to death. He had bitten more than he can chew in...

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Categories: iroko, anger,
Form: Elegy
The Iroko Goes Home
The Iroko has fallen! The rot has begun. As the scavengers Lay in wait For what is left Of a once great tree! The Iroko goes home! Today Things have fallen apart Cos they were hit By an arrow of god Then things are No longer at ease Because a man of the people Goes home! The Iroko goes home! A great man rots As the lowly man. But not the rot matters But...

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Categories: iroko, bereavement,
Form: Blank verse



Fallen Iroko
ample logs deck the fallen Iroko Trees-- Monkeys chatter...

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Categories: iroko, loss
Form: Haiku
The Iroko Has Fallen
to the great iroko's clan the aging iroko has fallen the great tree whose shades housed my birds whose trunk house the beasts she has fallen - the iroko of the clan the clan of the ancients the ancients of the forests the forests of my roots the roots of my blood the blood - o, the iroko has fallen and the great eagle on the iroko has gone,...

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Categories: iroko, depression,
Form: I do not know?
Thou Iroko
THOU IROKO The famous king of the forest The mother figure of the green groove As the lion lords over All other animals in the forest So Iroko towers with undeniably, Caring and encompassing hands Of its dominion over tree Oh! King of the forest Hold forth your comforting hands To thy teeming millions of the Under- growths which hitherto had Been mercilessly...

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Categories: iroko, nature
Form: Verse



Ode On the Clan's Iroko Tree
(for: them who are ever there!) these branches and roots that cord to the grave ancients should be free from man’s swords! both oracle and priest held for days … I Your voice speaks in the silence of the night To the deep still shady earth That once held a great zest for our childhood Here in the once thick wooded land Where progenitors...

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Categories: iroko, nostalgiavoice, voice,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things