Long Brushwood Poems

As a youngster he had dreamt of moving to a potato farm in Ireland

To escape from the brown rot of German post-world war II contamination

Just another plot on the map to sufficient existence and to...

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> What can I say that is good.
About jumping horses over high brush wood.

Wish I could think of something nice.
Sorry can't if I had all night. 

Horses were transport in days of old.
Many perished in...

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Some Tales of the Wildwoods
Oke Iroegbu

Once upon a Time
It was winter
And a night of bitter cold
The snow lay thick upon the ground
And upon the branches of the trees
Two Woodcutters made their way home
And when they...

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October’s Pretence. 
Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will 
pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February, 
when almond trees blossom and strew petals about in protest
 thinking...

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October’s Pretence. 
Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will 
pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February, 
when almond trees blossom and strew petals about in protest
 thinking...

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Touch would a finger to the elegant and smooth cheek
That shines from tears as apple leaves after rain
You weep with happiness, me and yourself do not sparing,
All trying to understand the mystery of the lines...

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For a record,
A best friend covers your past from floating to the present life!
Though we also have,
Next-door friends!
Worldview friends!
Cross-culture friends!
Financial friends!
Devotion friends!
Close friends!
Friends with benefits!
Mentor friends!

Don’t quote me wrong but,
Girlfriends and boyfriends are like florets,
They...

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Out of summer dawn breaks the hungry song,
of wide-mouthed swallows; mothers soar along.
Fly with hapless moths in tow, swift make haste
to brushwood nests, which stretch so wide, so long.

Nearer to me still, nearer to this...

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My green autumn, you goaded me to write.
I love the way you sparkle, shake, and hurl.
Conquering my mind day and by the night,
Always musing about the shorn kiss curl.

Let me approach you with a square...

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I must build a shelter, to fight off the cold.               
A rugged fortress lest poachers return –
My bloody blazer, now, filthy...

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Below cool cotton rippled sky pale
Barren limbs hang so helpless in the mild gale 
Sunlight dances before it sleeps
Early winter’s calling for all to keep 

Afternoon’s beams strike the trees 
They look like icicles twinkling...

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I see the evergreen live oaks in my backyard as old wise souls 
Cosmic storehouses of wisdom, integrity and strength from the source 
They stand tall soaring up high with their expansive curved brushwood 
Spreading...

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Sunset sky was like a fiery red flame
Swarms in artfulness swirls and whorls and drawn 
Glorious heavenly feelings breeze came
Narrow wake trailing off with morning dawn.

Swarms in artfulness swirls and whorls and drawn 
Wistful caress...

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