OH FAT FISHES

All that they dish
Are traps filled with many a little fish
Acting like baboons accomplished
While living like gluttons, so childish
Wanting to be those hearts cherish
While breaking through coffers to garnish
Themselves to have others famish
Aren’t they greed-stricken foolish?
I pray criminal seas you banish!
To lose all you relish
So you can those fake looks relinquish
For you are the dishes
Development wishes
To grow into accomplishment
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

DAWNY TEARS

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Fondness burns

As the spirit turns

It may have a spiritual lens

To see our yearns

Eyes fetches from the drum of pain

Sad

II

The left space

Who can find the trace

And be that face?

None, so legs pace

As pain embraces giving us its weight

Sad

III

Additions heal no subtractions

These are the cheating calculations

Oblivion catches many’s attractions

Hearts hurt harming all, giving contractions

Hate dissipates as everyone thinks of his or her “it”

Throw aways! No wonder dawn sees these tears, sad

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

FAREWELL; MR. ZANDO

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I remember that day

When my seed took ill

In the waist of night

Left with no mobility,

You woke and became my weakened legs

And saw me to the healing centre

I had no eyes, but I really saw

II

I remember when Korle-bu called

And I was left at the cross-road of need

You came, with your envelope

Cushioning me, to take the step

I haven’t forgotten the fruits and vegetables

Neither have I forgotten the tubers and maize

Which dressed my store

Whenever your journeys brought you home

I had a heart, which really did feel

III

I have known many Ewes

But you stand supreme

Employing classes teachers for your cool cool kids

I have known many men

But you looked like a saint

Never able to open my fatherly heart 

But you gained my respect

I had a head and I really did think

IV

I can still see you in my mind’s eye

Complimenting my kid for his cool cool dimples

Throwing him up

And catching his fall

It’s too bad that you had to leave soon

Good good beings never last long

I weep thinking of Gloria

I weep thing of your carbon copy

Sleep well Mr. Zando!

May God keep you in a conditioned office without pain

So you can be focused on you little ones

Who breath love for you

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

A DAY WHICH SAT IN TUR

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A weird thing, in Accra,  sat
Sputtering and mumbling “tar”
Until it said it was called day

II
Day which was new
But had many problems dew
The first after a terror flood

III
It is going to be used
It won’t get the privilege

Of seeing the lazy in action

IV
It would die
Without anyone acknowledging it
Its Wednesday cursed it before its conception

V
So found in sat mood
Saying “tur” in musing
It is a day so unfortunate
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 6th May 2015

WATER AND FIRE (FOR THE BURNT AND DROWNED)

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Roastings and drownings

Fire and water

Ghana has seen another May nine

But tear gas folds its arms in innocence

Nature meets artificial

Fire holds the hands of water

And harvest lives in horrible hunts

Leaving us awed

 

II

We are crying

Because fear stands holding his whip

We are mourning our future selves

We are seeing the cruel hunt

Free, we ask when ours will be

Who will identify the burnt?

When will the bloated be seen?

A child and a mother lie in the arms of death

Wearing mud from hair to toe

 

III

For those who think water battles fire

You now they can marry so well

Romancing in pain

Kissing in killings

Giving birth to fears which roll all tongues

And tickling brains into thinking of human drains

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

 

(My sympathy to all the people who died yesterday because of drowning and the fire outbreak at the filling station in Accra. I won’t post any picture for sensitivity sake. May their souls rest in perfect peace)

 

IF I FALL INTO THE ARMS OF DEATH

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If I fall into the centre circle of breathlessness
Please be gentle with the leftovers
For it has carried me well
It took my sorrows
And suffered as such
It took my hurts and bore my scars
It took me places and left good traces
It might not be much
But it served me well

II
If I fall into the centre circle of breathlessness
Bath my leftovers like a royal queen
Smear it with the richest pomade
And scent it with an incense well scented

Like the one one of the three shepherds
Presented to Jesus
Pedicure it
But leave its face natural
Even with breath, this soul abused it not
With any caricature
And wear it a beautiful white dress
Not one bought for a man
One sewn to fit
For angels to allow it a seat

III
The breath which these codify would have flown but
Put the well dressed leftovers
In a coffin built in words of wood
Words which spell goodness
Lined and polished by tears of love
And send it whole without butchering
Without feeling the burdens of cold
Without further abuse
Without words of doom
And lay me in the security
Of huge soldier roots
Roots whose master palms
Will host beautiful bird songstresses
As their leaves act like royal fans
To inspire my soul when it gives it a visit
And write my earth name
With the inscription “Here lies the great body that housed a great being”
Instead of flowers
Pour it a gin when you get the time to visit
For it did serve
It did serve me well
Even though the world’s troubled lashes lashed it to scars
As its thorns pierced it to suffered blood
It really worked hard
And carried burdens told and untold
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

I NEED ME AN ANIMAL

I need me an animal
An animal who lives longest
To study its habits
To know its foods
To adopt its relationships
To see if I can live like it

II
I would give it freedom
Freedom to express itself
And make it know it is my teacher
I will see through its eyes
Eat whatever it eats
No matter how disgusting
And wash its feet

III
Am I not human?
Is greed not part of my trait?
Why wouldn’t I be an Oliver Twist?
Why can’t I act like Oliver Twist
To study for more years?

IV
Even trees do make noise
When they are falling
Chickens do flap wings
Even after their beheading
If the sun throws tantrums
By taking its light to sleep
Then I need me that animal
That animal that lives the longest
To teach me how to swerve death
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

GRANDMA

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Grandma,

You should have been here to see,

Did I tell you I have written much about you?

A school in England wrote to me

II

Grandma

They said I should consider

And even tell them if I need more time

Parading their scholarship packages

III

Grandma

Your grand daughter has travelled far

But where are you now?

Ha ha ha! I laugh in sadness

IV

Grandma

I remember your charcoal

And how you worried about rains

Just to get something to push me up

V

Grandma

I remember your defence

When others spoke ill of me

And your warm hugs

VI

Grandma

Where are you now?

You need to be here to see this day

Just peep through the earthly linings

VII

Grandma

I have come far as you wished?

Why can’t I see you through any peeping?

“aka ohuri preko na ma duru nhanoa o”

I never knew “nhanoa” would be inaccessible

VIII

Grandma

I am ranting like a mad bull

Looking for you but can’t find you

I just need your “mo!”

Asking for too much?

IX

Grandma

Isn’t it enough you departed on Christmas Eve?

Can’t you even appear in an occasional dream

To check up on your human pet?

Grandma

X

Grandma

Grandma!

Grandma!!

Grandma!!!

Naomi Adwoa Pokuah!

People are staring

Some think it is madness

I know you hear me

Why is there no response?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

ON THE WORLD’S MIND

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When all gains wane

And all sanes stale

The world writes right

Deeds and live frights

That’s why I entreat

 

CHORUS

Paints horrors

With beams of smiles

Scatter hatred

With words so mild

Give good hugs

To last for life

Greatness needs no fingers of gold

All needs is a heart of gold

 

II

When your sun sets

And your dawn cries

Another’s sun rise

When your sun’s light reflect

On faces left to raise you high

 

CHORUS

Paint horrors

With beams of smiles

Scatter hatred

With words so mild

Give good hugs

To last for life

Greatness needs no fingers of gold

All it needs is a heart of gold

 

III

We will wed soils

We will scatter and mate

We will blend and fend

So lay on pillows of goo thought

And dream of a better treat

So I tell you to

 

CHORUS

Paint horrors

With beams of smiles

Scatter hatred

With words so mild

Give good hugs

To last for life

Greatness needs no fingers of gold

All it needs is a heart of gold

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

EXPIRIES

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The expired spends not

And cares not of spending

II

The expired, like dead wood, feels not

And cares not if it is burnt

III

None can make it angry or sad

If it gets naked, its countenance changes not

IV

We will all expire

And will all be obedient to all

So why the struggle?

Why the pain?

Why the waste of time and troubles?

Money is paper

Paper without soul

Paper whose weight gentle air can carry to loss

So learn

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

PLUCKED BY IGNORANCE

FALLING LEAVES

Another strong promising leaf
Plucked by ignorance
Plucked like a weakling
Plucked without warning
Sending shivers to fetch tears

II
Another strong promising tree
Cut down by many on tall fence
Cut down by watchers and head shakers
Cut down by greedy animals
Leaving in its place nothing but agony

III
When will closed mouths open
When potent eyes send messages
To their chambers?

IV
When will closed minds open
When sharp ears send signals
Of warnings to be worked on?

V
When will innocent souls stay
Allowing defaulters to be washed
Down the drain of death?

VI
We are bread
We are salt
We are sugar
We are fragile
A fall in these seas
And water wins, drowning us with our dreams
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

FOR THE GHANAIAN FLAGSTRESS

Thoughts soo advanced
Have descended the stairs of the earth
Hands so talented lay still
Refusing to move, even when danger announces its coming
Theodosia Oko!

II
She married the colours
Red, gold, green with a black star
Mating the gold
And gave perfect meanings
As to why it must flag the Ghana land
But her red now turns blood
Blood not of our forefathers
Blood of hers stopping in her veinly tracks
Yellow turns to her sunset
Instead of our minerals
Green turns to her veins’ poisoning instead of our vegetation
As the black star shows
Her breath gave up hope on her body
And is leading her beyond

III
A feat for a lady
Whose worth was then in the kitchen
If Yaa Asantewaa was hailed as gallant
You are being hailed for your talent
For your intelligence
For your creativity
And for being the perfect messenger of our forefathers

IV
Your footsteps shake our ground now,
Although you lived to the fullest,
But when it enters the gates of the heavens
We shall sing praises
For being blessed with a blessing like you

V
I hope the blood of our forefathers stop tearing
And our green vegetation feed, clothe and bring in income
While the minerals show our wealth
Making us work harder to win their trust
As the star of hope turns to a star of fulfillment

V
Sleep not, wise one
As you join those who toiled
Rest not, creative one
Tell it all to them
And let all ‘dum’ be ‘s)’
Let all long hands stealing from the nation’s coffers be caught
Let all treasoners of the nation repent and confess
Before your buttocks grace the sofas of our forefathers in rest
Mama Theo, Go in Peace
Mama Theo, ‘Yaa w) Ojogbaan’
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

IN THIS CUE

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We are in a cue

We will dock when we’re due

There is nothing like immortal few

And there’s no one to really sue

Let the natural tongue speak of life’s curfew

CHORUS

“Mere bi bɛba

Nↄti bɛkↄ nↄte mu

Ama nↄte abobↄ nompe mu

 ɛse bɛguan atua agyaboↄ

Na nↄte akyire nhwi deduam

Onua hwan na  ↄnkↄ mere yi mu?”

II

In this long cue

Some might see the hew

With no regard for souls who mew

As more follow in the new

Once caught, no words can free from the pew

And oh, who cares if all view?

Let the natural tongue speak of life’s curfew

CHORUS

“Mere bi bɛba

Nↄti bɛkↄ nↄte mu

Ama nↄte abobↄ nompe mu

 ɛse bɛguan atua agyaboↄ

Na nↄte akyire nhwi deduam

Onua hwan na  ↄnkↄ mere yi mu?”

III

Who still wants to be a shrew?

When these storms are in the brew?

None knows of the pruning crew

None knows of the hands which the rope did drew

Each from the cue will form its own stew

Let the natural tongue speak of life’s curfew

CHORUS

“Mere bi bɛba

Nↄti bɛkↄ nↄte mu

Ama nↄte abobↄ nompe mu

 ɛse bɛguan atua agyaboↄ

Na nↄte akyire nhwi deduam

Onua hwan na  ↄnkↄ mere yi mu?”

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

NAE!

Nae!
Thoughts that taunt
Hurts that haunt
Beasts that burst
Are like wild lions let lose
To feed on happy beings

II
Nae!
I am an eye
Many eyes see me as the sky
But my sky seems so wry
Clouds and sun seem to be in a tie

III
Nae!
If leaves fight to live
By swaying to the whims of the winds
While clutching on stems for as long as they can,
Then what will a finger plucked leaf to say?
Unfairness?

IV
Nae!
There is something so wrong
Although this star stands strong
Other stars, the moon, and down made lights compete
Sometimes forcing defeat

V
Nae!
Where some creatives
Are deemed domesticated like dogs
While frogs croak like lions,
Where are the humans?

VI
Nae!
Every travelling day which passes
Covers a ray of my light
Drawing me nigh into the earth
But I stand listless waiting like a coward
While working like a bull

VII
Nae!
Nights never beg for light
Livers seek their faces
By usurping their dark
But help me make my mark

VIII
Nae!
I beg for closure
With souls now with leisure
So I can know their treasures
And know my fate
Am I wishing for the sun?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

DOOM SCARINGS

I shiver

And I don’t know why

I who battled dark quarries

And emerged bathed with light

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I shiver

And I don’t know why

I who battled with poverty

And won with no debt mark

II

I tremble

And I don’t know why

I who was forced into the anus of the great sick sea

And triumphed with no bloating waters

III

I am trembling

And I don’t know why

I who stood in the face of temptations

And was hugged with triumphant steadfastness

IV

Why do I tremble?

Why am I a scared leaf

After being presented with the ends of a sweet young love

I am vehemently fighting to let lose?

V

You are at work

But you won’t get through me

You who took the sanes of my seed

And seek to break the only I now hold dear

VI

You are at work

But you won’t touch none

None, belonging to my emotions

You scoundrel of a myth!

VI

Fortification from heaven

Great wings from fires feared above

I plead your presence

To cover me and mine as you burn the debris

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia

INVINCITAS

Invincible

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Taking what they don’t own

Or do they own?

Do we owe?

We may owe

Like a magical thief

Death takes and shatters hearts!

Like a carnivorous borla beach

With machete teeth

It swallows and break bones

If only there can be an all seeing eye

What wouldn’t I give to purchase?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

DEATH

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On that faithful day when the cold and unpardonable hands of death snatched you away from the surface of the earth.

The day I knew my world had come to an end because a great being had been lost.

I couldn’t bear the mockery from my enemies.
My spirit was like a sunken bed.

Every living thing lost its value.
Everything seized to function to me.
The world was at a halt.

I wished to be in coma just so I wouldn’t feel the pain and your demise.

I can’t take the pain anymore.
I need a bottle of ‘akpeteshie'(local gin) to let it go.

I can barely see the essence of life now.
Life is a misery without you.

I remember the moments we would laugh together,walk hand in hand as if we were a couple.
People envied us for this type of sibling relationship.

You were a man of peace(Asumdwe Hene).
Oh your departure has left an indelible mark in our lives.

I want you back personally.
I want to forget these bad moments I’m going through.
I’m still waiting for a miracle to come.

Yes I know!
I know deep within me that I shall see you face to face again.

But when?
I’m not done with my duty on earth. I would have joined you.

I can wait no more.
I am running out of strength.
Oh how I wish to see you now.

And my wish still remains a wish because I can do nothing about it.

Till we meet again.

In memory of Late Prof Atta Mills,Kobby Darrah(Christabel’s younger brother) and Kay(Gerald’s younger brother).

Gerald Adjei ©2015
Christabel Badzi ©2015

SHATTERED FRUITS OF KENYATTA

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Stare!

Is this fair?

Splattered young fruits

At that square?

II

Stare!

Don’t you care?

Many capable future leads weeded

Can you bear?

III

Stare!

Dare to stare!

They just wanted to fit in

But a blasting this glare?

IV

Stare!

Whoever did dare

Would you ever trade places?

All you who dared?

V

Stare!

You selfish pairs

Would you, with loved ones, ever trade places?

As you, in those pieces tear?

VI

All ye fallen,

Don’t go sleeping

Form a spirit army

And do some revenging

Until none of these thoughts remain

That will also be your patriotism

VII

Oh I can’t stop feeling!

Promisings!

Promisings of change!

Promisings so shattered

By weirdos, weirdos so dope dosed

With dunce thoughts

An unhealable pox on all of you!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

WATCHING YOUR PASSING

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As the fires lick

Your dried fallen leaves

And bite into its bones

As it shouts in pain

II

I stand teary

Prompted by the smoke that it emits

With genuine fears of no protection from age

Shiverings! Oh shiverings!

III

Scary, how time only wears high heels

Making sure ears hear its footsteps

To force them into halls of panic

Scary! How leaves so young

Are consumed by the fire which savoured you whole

I now know the lighter is a mole

IV

I can’t believe you’re left in smoke and ashes

Can’t believe the sweetest being

Has turned into hurter of eyes

Passing rudely to join the clouds

Your vacuum can never be filled

And I wonder these goodbye-hands

Have a spectator in your smoke or ashes

V

It is a wonder that I can see not

The mole who lit you up

And awaits to pounce on my future

Bearer of my mother

Do create a peaceful ocean

Like you did for me on earth

So my burnt smoke can swim in

Like a free fish

In yonder years

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

The Will.

I smell the spices on my body
I see darkness all around
I see myself in an enclosed place
That I cant turn my body here and there.

I see myself in front of two transparent doors
And all I can see is
Joy from one door
And wailings from the other

My child,
Come around.
I’ve to give you what I earned on earth
Just listen attentively.

You know this wooden structure
We live in is not mine
All I saved for you was the iPad
I spent all my life savings on.
I hope you do something better.

Gerald Adjei
Www.lhytylwonder.wordpress.com

POLE OR A MANHOLE?

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Mama said she had no eyes

She had no eyes so her mama was stolen

Her two eyes were not enough

So an invisible hole stole her mama whole

II

Mama told me she had no power

No power to get to the whole

Because the hole would have swallowed her whole

As it owned a mole which none can control

III

So I got a pair of eyes

And charged my power with food

I walked with mama two galloned decades

And turned to look during a noise

Only to turn, and see no one

My mama was gone

Swallowed by the hole whole

What will I say when my daughter asks me of her?

Like a wounded lion, I have four eyes

And still cannot see the hole

Whole swallowing whole

Are you a lightning pole?

Or a manhole?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

A TRAVELLER’S HEART

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Where lies your heart?

In the will of safety or doom?

Trust your heart to a machine

That can crash  and maim?

 

II

Where lies your fear?

Oh travelling heart?

In the machete of maiming

Or in the bowl of death?

 

III

Where lies your motivation?

In the importance of work

Or in the palpable smell of risk?

Traveller oh traveller!

 

IV

Does your trust mostly lie

In the four wheeling legs that carry

Or in the metal heart which cries

But seldom breaks down?

 

V

Traveller oh traveller!

Where lies your thoughts?

Will you blame God if you end up like tomato paste?

Know He gave you legs for safety

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

THE FREEDOM SONG WHERE I BELONG

There is a place where I belong

It seems I’ve always there belonged

Even while I’m resting under this earthly tree

Its eastern corridors reek freedom song

Freedom from self, the lyrics of the song

From the stitched, to the fried heart

From the sick, to heads needed to be heard

From the thorned, to souls of snow

All live in harmony in the freedom song

There, metaphors are for aphorisms,

Similes are for pleasure

Onomatopoeias garnish laughter

As personification makes the personified glow

In the freedom song where I belong

Its gates are death rated

Why can’t I walk through with knowledge in hand?

Shrouds on body and shroud of mind

Not exactly my preferred ticket to that song

There really is a good place where I belong

But for long, none seems to long

To willingly go to this place

Where freedom songs sing themselves

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

BEHIND THE SCENES

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When the cameraman dies

Many accuse the camera of lies

As his image is searched

But none can be fetched

He got lost behind the scenes

While he was busy fetching other scenes

Never did he think to be needed in a frame

Until his soul answered the call

Causing chaos in the hall

And tears of loneliness from the frame

Let all know, that the camera’s back blocks

And faces are never seen when a face there docks

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

THE WEEPING FLOWER (HAIKU)

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Pretty as flower

Rotting within, sharp contrast

Oh hearts of the gods!

II

You have soothing words

“He whom the gods love dies young”

Ye gods, please hate me!

III

I don’t need your love!

I do not need your warm love!

But your protection!

IV

Let me win this time

Let me win again, this time

For it is my prime

V

Check the eyes watching

Needing this thing you’re taking

And weeping within

VI

Just watch the nice prince

One so handsome and so brave

As to conquer death

VII

Think of him sans this

With all his needs needing trust

To achieve the great

VIII

Please hate and leave me

Even if it’s for decade

Yes, I’m ambitious!

IX

You can have me then

I’ll be willing and cause no

Trouble, I promise

X

For you and I know

That I’m a thing to you now

And will be always

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

AFTER MY PARTING

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After my parting

I hope the world remembers not

The stench of my farthings

And only sees the marks of my sweeping broom

 

II

After my parting

I hope none cries for gains lost

And that my only son lives

Growing in pride over my short existence

 

III

After my parting

I hope my students remember my fire

And use my dead wood ends to rekindle their strength

To live fearless to impact positively

 

IV

After my parting

I hope friends curse me not

For taking with me my smiles and giggles

Leaving a void none can fill

 

V

After my parting

I hope many hold hands to help the autistic

Offering help instead of disdain

Giving out a little to make grand for their living

 

VI

After my parting

I wish to look back and smile

At the perfect world I left behind

Or the near perfect world trying perfection

 

VII

I can boldly face whatever

If I see what I need to see

And realize I impacted like a blessing bomb

After my parting

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

MISSING YOU NOW

Beautiful-flower

When craving pangy bells did rang

She lovingly caressed to ease the stress

Fuming and threatening that which gnawed

With laws which seemed outlawed

To make me see that one is flawed

When he, she or it, gets to my bad side

Increasing love was never cherished

Until the mouth of the grave opened

And called her out in a loud shout

What am I to do here now?

Her hands can no longer reach me

From the mouth of the grave

And I yearn for them in the middle

Of the river of my tears drenched in my fears

Like a stray cat lost in a vast sea

Oh Grandma! You so chewed!

Oh Grandma! You so maimed! 

Oh Grandma! You who had so much love!

Ascend the grave

Come here and save

Save your beloved in the form of me

For I was wrong to see so late

That what we had, was just one

Yes, one for once in a lifetime

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

WHEN MOURNERS LEAVE (TANKA)

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An audience so full

Enough to break many bulls

Offering to be tools

Trying to feign all the cools

On the veranda they pull

II

As the breathless leaves

Their loyalties go with it

Fitting perfectly

Into its six feet with ease

What are left behinds to do?

III

A peak at a sound

Show phantomed shadows in all

Familiar places 

Of the gone. Erasers please!

Oh! No erasers for those

IV

The bed is not same

Half as cold as ice, half with

Unbearable heat

Hands of thoughts, loneliness and

Fear do the touching and laugh

V

Lord please have mercy!

Lord fill those vacuums with love

Preparing a path

Like that of the heavens to

Erase the thoughts and loss felt

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

HIS EMPTY SIDE CREEKS (HAIKU)

FLOWER

Eyes of you great walls

Borrow mouth and talk to me

What do you witness

II

I know I’ve been halfed

By the carnivorous teeth

Which no eye peruse

III

Why then does my bed

Cry about another’s weight

When the part lies blank

IV

Dear eyes of my walls

Please help me know who lies close

In my blind estate

V

These lonely feelings

These daunting thoughts of great loss

Weigh like Mount Atwia

VI

The fingers of grief

Embrace. I am blanketed

By real hurtful thoughts

VI

Dear eyes of my wall

What you do see please do call

Thoughts play me like ball

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015 

CLAYS TURN BASKETS

Eternal_Love

Who

sends pots

to the stream

of strength only

to come back with a

basket drenched in hot tears?

***

Who tells the tale of pot

turning to basket

for who to get

its joke in

dire thirst?

Who?

***

We

need it,

water to

drink, not hot tears

So where is the pot?

Broken by the unknown?

***

We will all go right there

Where our pots will turn

baskets after clay

gets eaten

as fire

runs

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

WHEN THE EARTH TAKES (TANKA)

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Who knows where the heart

Of ever hungry earth is?

Who can follow his

Pulse and take us to his breath?

Who can? Who can? Who can? Who?

II

Who knows where the heads

Of the glutton earth relax?

Who can follow his

Chewings and lead us to those

Mouths? Who can? Who can? Who can?

III

Don’t stand there wailing!

The earth has taken what’s ours

And we must have it

Or fight for our peaceful minds

Who is with me? Who will? Who?

IV

I have a few words:

Selective, reflexive taunt!

Why do you so haunt?

And what? Take, break, leave to flaunt?

So we serve a bounty dish?

V

You are so, so cruel

Why do you feed what you eat

You show you in us

And we follow your trap’s lead

Only to end as your catch

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

HURTFUL REMINISCENCE (TRIPLE ETHEREE)

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I

am here

watching you

standing so near

with your beating heart

racing and reaching far

chasing and hitting hard at

dead rock for its symbolism

and leaving me stranded as I watch

knowing not when rain will fall on this mud

***

As much as it hurts, pins, cuts and might kill

as much as I bleed, fear and feel lost

I’m not complaining though it hurts

you are not at fault in this

neither am I at fault

the blame is on death

who took your heart

and gave rock

sorry

dear

***

You

can’t help

feeling it

and I can’t help

hurting for it, no!

So I’m stopping time now

leaving you with the dead rock

to find what you found that you’ve lost

so as to get fairness for my soul

and feel the rare moments that shakes your ground

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

HYPODIRGIOLOGIES

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“Sheeiiiii!

Papa is gone? Agyeiiiii!

I have none left! Wuoeiiiii!

I’ve got to go with him”

Legs go further from the unknown traveller

II

“Sheeiiiii!

Who will feed me, agyeiiiii!

My dark has fallen, wuoeiiiii!

There’ll be none to bail me out of my debts”

Looks into faces to find a replacement

III

Eiiiiii!

Even sympathy is bribed?

Like an echo of the caves

Which needs a shout to bounce back

Human hearts live

IV

So do nothing

And only machine songs will sing

When you turn unwanted meat

On the slate of cold thorns

In the eyes of the public

V

Could there be real tears

Without needs, wants and loss?

It is a world for the strong

But I don’t know how long is long

And I think I’ve lived long

Seeing unseeables, dreading my call

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

MELANCHOLIC LAST STEP (CRAZY STANZAS)

fireworks

They get to live to see

The few steps I take

But they still love for me

To have my lifetime break

Until they finally many a me see

They look back wanting to have me again

II

I am also with a heart

A heart which needs to extension gain

Every second’s death breaks my heart

Every minute’s extinction gives me pain

The hourly killings are like knives in my heart

The daily death makes me go insane

The weekly extinctions hit me like a heavy bat

I have to kneel to clear my thinking bane

Now it is a confusion how younger ones push me

And older ones hates to see me go

Alas! My life is ending

And my last step hangs in the air preparing to join the other

Time never allows me to overstay my welcome

III

So I leave

I hope those who were left in me stop whining

Because they get to see many a me

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

TASTE YOURSELVES

shame-on-you

In this stormy era

Where sounds listen to sounds

And birds bed

I’m calling on you;

Yes you:

Death

Hurt

Hatred

Pain

Sadness

Sickness

Shame

To stand firm

And taste yourselves

When you’re done,

Please give us detailed reports

On death’s death

Hurt’s hurt,

Hatred’s hatred,

Pain’s pain

Sadness’ sadness

Sickness’s sickness

And Shame’s shame

If you really loved the experience

All will shut up

And let you stay

But if you loathe it

Take the vice versa

Then we’ll call out the other botherers

To follow suit

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

WILD CLAIMS

False Allegations

What if I say

Humans are tadpoles in flesh

Living to die to live quiet long?

Would you say it’s paranoia?

II

There clearly is a living inn

Who sits as the thoughts of every being

Driving hard its machines

Into a holistic reincarnation

III

If that were not so

Then think of ghosts, think of the spirits

Think of seeings of the speaking dying

Which explanations are there 

Than being tadpoles growing into frogs?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

WHEN THEY FINALLY MEET (HIS BALLAD)

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(Refrain)

When death conquers death

He would finally get to ask

His slippery mortal enemy

And he would be up to the task

(I)

He would probably first ask

What he did so wrong to its claws

That its guards kept watching him

From birth till he tasted those claws

(Refrain)

II

It was first his mother

She housed him with love

But it tore her heart using his coming

Caring beings said she watched from above

(Refrain)

(II)

Then it stretched its long hands

And stole his only brother

When he was barely five

And at ten, added his father

(Refrain)

(III)

When Grandma joined at twelve

Hands begun to point

Accusing him of things so alien

Among which was he and Satan’s joint

(Refrain)

(IV)

And so he flew from town to town

Until Cupid caught him through Yaa

He was glad he had a family

And worshipped the walking grounds of Yaa

(Refrain)

(V)

Yaa was the pot who broke

While carrying his precious water

His tears rained forever

As he pondered over the matter

(Refrain)

(VI)

And then he met with Betty

And found her very witty

He tried to court her daily

Until it again came and took her pretty

(Refrain)

(VII)

So when they finally meet

He would be the interrogator

And would sure torment death

Who would be nothing than an obligator

(Refrain)

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

NO FAREWELLS

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We are here

In this hot sea together

Why should one cry the loudest?

Water, please stop screaming

Pepper, garden eggs, onions

Tomatoes, are lost in your world

Only their colour seves a reminder through you

So why must you make the loudest noise?

We are all unfortunate beings

Who among us was able to say goodbye

To his or her beloveds?

Who among us was buried as is duly expected?

Who among us loves to be hot in a sea on fire?

I love the sea, but not when it is boiling

From the coolest sea, I was brought here and made a carcass

So why can’t you let my soul rest in peace?

Whether we cry, shout or fight

We’ll end up in the human mill

On a second thought, please continue

It is your nature to weep,

To draw the attention of our maker

That we are ready to be milled

Sad, these no farewell trips!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

A WISE PUZZLE

egg

If life goes for eggs

And blessing goes for fowls

And trouble goes for hawks

And earth go for death,

I would voice my peace

Egg throughout

Boiling to be a fowl

Without encountering many hawks

Fly when need be

Being careful not to fall

For the earth’s mouth never closes

And its stomach never fulls

Egg, live in egg

I am in egg

And I’m egging

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

ENTANGLING ALBATROSS (HAIKU)

Photography by J
Photography by J

In this driver’s seat,

I see the forward and lose

The backward, sadly.

II

If only eyes see

Far to the end, I’d feel free

But no, they do not

III

Who made this lone path?

Who made this wild mystic path?

They say God, fact-less

IV

I see the wild thorns

Feel the taunting whipping breeze

I see pain’s red eyes

V

I see frustration

In tight pin jeans bleeding more

For lack of knowledge

VI

Which dilemma ruins

And steal the present’s happiness

Branding lives un-lived?

VII

Trees wave, some falling

Glaringly free and falling

Where all eyes would see

VIII

My speed, my calmness,

My mistakes, my hurts, my fears

Burn under this seat

IX

I’m going, I am

I’m going to the unknown

By myself with none

X

All companies ride

On roads same as mine

Clueless and so lost

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(The picture is courtesy J on Monarch of the Hills: http://blogitorloseit.com/2014/12/01/monarch-of-the-hills-haiku-photo-edit/)

PECK WISELY

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This uncanny saucepan

Lies on its back

To trace its chickens

Harbour no thoughts of trickery

For it folds when your fruition ends

So peck like chickens

Don’t use your beaks like lions

If you harm earth foods

Before their fruition

This uncanny saucepan

Will help you eat

And still make you pay

When it needs its meal

I took a cue

When the rich and poor

Lie equal in this saucepan

Like the chickens they are

When it folds on their end

So look and take a cue

And peck wisely

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

WHEN ALL IS FAIR

Picture by Julia Manuel
Picture by Julia Manuel

Even stones are blasted

By the creation of mind’s art

Man, who art thou

To put out light

In another’s candle?

II

In a journey

Which all are meat

For the insatiable earth

And hungry scavengers,

Who is who

To squash the flower

Of another which yearns like yours?

III

We’re in this race

We all have our paces

And move with our faces.

When one trips

On your account

Let it be free of your conscience

Then this game will be fair

And your conscience will be clear

I value the conscience

Than winning.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

CORPSE RHETORICALS (TRIOLET)

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Feed the corpses, aren’t they hungry?

Dressed in beautiful clothes and stiff?

And you stand fanning with money?

Feed the corpses, aren’t they hungry?

No breath; you now have attention?

You’ve shown you care for the breathless

Feed the corpses, aren’t they hungry?

Who throws away anything  rich?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

THIS SHEDDING TREE

FALLING LEAVES

We are leaves

Because I know the world is a gigantic tree

No wonder it is free

To live for long

Watching as leaves come and go

Without raising a hand to catch any’s fall

And if any of us  fall on its branch,

It does nothing to seize rotting.

To think we beautify it at a point!

But do I blame it?

It has many coming in after us

So I’d dance with the wind

Bath with the rains

Roar with thunder

The same things which may cause my fall

And when it’s time,

I’ll gladly take the lead as they usher me to a fall

Friends and foes they are

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

A SECOND CHANCE?

the-sun

I

If I’m given another life,

I’ll never choose to be human

Falling in and out of love is tempting

But there is too much sadness and cruelty

II

If I’m given another life

I will never choose to be fish

For there are so many predators in the sea

And few safety caves

III

I will never choose to be an animal in the wild

I watch the chase and I panic

Eat or be eaten is not my style

And can never be

IV

Neither will I choose to be a domestic animal

It is too bad to be a non talking slave

Who can be brutalised or neglected any time

And may live outside human walls

V

I may want to be a tree

Not just any tree, but a celebrated tree

So I will never be butchered

And my pictures will spread

VII

I would want to be the sun

Shinning warmly and gently bright

Using heat to give fright

Like a mother who knows how to mother

Having time to sleep and wake

And knowing all that happens under the sun

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

ARREST IT (TANKA)

death

I

Please no sympathy!

Show me no sympathy please!

Help me, just help me

Please help me free him from death

And I will be consoled then

II

Your sympathies suck!

How can you stand idle now?

Death holds him in arms

And you stand here like vultures

Vultures with no beaks!

III

How can it do this?

How can you stand still watching?

We’re many here

Isn’t togetherness key?

Why then do you act like sheep?

IV

Every now and then

It comes like a thief to steal

From you, from you, you

And this moment we are still

When it pins one to a bed?

V

It is arrest time

Wipe those tears off your faces

Get your armours now

And let’s strike it finally

Its captive now, is my all

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

WHEN THE EARTH ATE (TANKA)

ww1

I

When the world went wild

And minds mused in grave madness

Peace fell in slumber

Causing power to be chased in haste

Spilling blood helping earth eat 

II

Sure, earth gladly ate

Eating arms, legs, and drinking

Blood to quench its thirst

Most of us were seeds in seeds

So we missed the chaos

III

Unmeasurable!

The tears which flowed like river

Unreasonable!

The intents that drove the war

None saw reason nor measured

IV

Years on, peace runs round

We keep forgetting some arms

Buried before beings

We keep forgetting eyes gauged

We keep forgetting lives lost

V

For a few minutes,

Contemplate on the lives who lost

Think, feel, know and weep

For a while, saluting them

Salute they who fought for you

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014