Palm-wines dance and shine

In fine calabashes as wine

Accentuating foods so fine

Calling on souls to come and dine

In a happy chatty line



The sky is filled with cloud

Cloud turning, diving and proud

Vultures hate the sky’s crowd

And promise to build to shame the cloud

Knowing it is the talk of the cornered proud



The cloud laughingly dissipates

Giving way as the sun graduates

And takes nice photos as the breeze appreciates

The buzzing sounds of the flies as the tree kingdom jubilates

By swinging and fanning to circulate



The occasion sits

And nods as fits

Knowing it is the cause of such great wits

And loves that it brings together the bits

Even if it includes dimwits



Chaotic thoughts lie

Thinking to fan the lie

When the season says goodbye

And make peace sigh

And flog happiness to cry



In the mean time

Teeth show their prime

Each voice sounds its rhyme

Each head forgets of crime

Believe it or not those who don’t will regret in time

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

(I  dedicate this poem to all my beautiful readers. Enjoy the season even if it is New Year’s)

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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