Season Poems
For My Lovely Son
by Ayatullah Nurjati
I didn't realize I am getting old
Dusk and maybe dim like an incandescent lamp that runs out of electricity
I am not realizing this hair is now gray
Gray hair is similar to the petals of water guava that fall out sucked honey by
bees and even by the gentle wind in the dry season
I don't do much to prove that I'm a passionate person
A desire that sometimes I find it difficult to contain it
There are not many things I have done to prove that even though you are far
away, you are very close to my heart
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The Farmer’s Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Drops.
In clots they come,
Jetting down festers of
The mean clouds that soar even higher.
Down here, the feet of the soil are mere clod.
Furnace rules upon the face of the waves,
Brewed and distilled from faceless chimneys.
The farmer’s rain is abroad.
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Springtime
by Randy Johnson
It's such a great day that it makes a man want to sing.
I'm very happy because today is the first day of Spring.
Knowing that the bitterness of Winter is over is sure to please.
Warm weather is coming and the leaves will return to the trees.
When March arrives, there's something that I always hold dear.
The cold weather will leave, Spring is my favorite time of the year.
Rites of the Seventh Month
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
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A New Day, Somewhere On Earth
by Hébert Logerie
Somewhere on earth, there is a new day
Somewhere on earth, people get paid
A new day has less than twenty four hours
Earth orbits around the sun 366.2499 days a year
Which brings hope, joy, love, and despair
The future encompasses several flairs
Of new days. As long as there is life
There is a new day for the wife
To talk about. Tomorrow is of course a new day
However, people rarely talk about a new night
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Season of Bloom
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Late June's musky days
and gardens tell their rapture
in colorful fumes.
Such feverish excitement
in season of bloom, verdant!
Scarlet and gold reign
'Til peach and plum take over
Pinks and blues follow.
Muggy days and heady nights
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Chirping Sparrow
by Pijush Biswas
'Twi-tu, twi-tu', chirping sparrow
Let them sing full-throat'd yet
Until silence, broken, comes to end morrow.
No space, nor attic left empty
They, being engulfed in hope
Dwell there, perhaps, to seek beauty.
'Twi-tu, twi-tu', season stirred by tune
The ruffled, fluttered wings of clever beings
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On A Rainy Day
by Pijush Biswas
The sky is overcast with cloud-
The sun knows not where his pride lays;
A stolid day among untiring days.
Continuous thunders, or sounds, loud-
Make the day untrim
Dark and dim.
The Earth looks gloomy under veil
'Tis nothing but fearful symmetry
Can do him deviated from beauty
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The Farmer’s Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Drops.
In clots they come,
Jetting down festers of
The mean clouds that soar even higher.
Down here, the feet of the soil are mere clod.
Furnace rules upon the face of the waves,
Brewed and distilled from faceless chimneys.
The farmer’s rain is abroad.
......
Rites of the Seventh Month
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
......
