WHEN I SAID I LOVED YOU

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When I said I loved

I was like a caught bird

Under heated water in the saucepan of society

Being cooked for being alone

Now that I see a hole in the pan

I see my true heart and I am sorry

II

When I said I loved

I was like a lone soul

Deserted on an island

Meeting the only worthy mouth

Among castigators

Feeling the warmth and glow

Now that many worthies spring

I see my true heart and I am sorry

III

When I said I loved

I was like the fear-struck traveller

Knowing not the risks of the race
Fearing the pangs of danger of one on an unknown road

Now I bridge my fears and I am sorry

IV

When I said I loved

I was like a drowning soul

Seeking some fun before the final goodbye

Caring not about hands which sought to touch

Thinking of living before leaving

I now know I erred and so I am sorry

V

When I said I loved

I may have loved somewhat

For my heart is naturally too big

And accommodates all

Sometimes like a programmed machine

But you deserve a whole package

So now I am sorry

VI

I am feeble

I am prone to change

I am human

Only the foolish has no mind change

I am naughty

And can be a little haughty

This little package

Is but fire and ice

I say I am sorry

So do forgive

If truth lieth on your tongues of piety

And had called sincerely in songs of honesty

I may have been cuffed

But all things work together for good

And so I am sorry

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

I WAIT

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Pants of can’ts
Excuses in rants
Even firewood crave fire
Wanting to lead in light
Wanting to be a star bright
Although being in ashes is no delight
But you, like a firefly, tease with your faint glow
Saying this and saying that
On a day when emotions weep
For a play in your tower
Still, I have this to say

REFRAIN
It’s not too late
It’s not yet eight
So I wait
For our date
In an anxious state
Eish! I can’t even touch my plate
Because I feel like a lost bait

II
Many are looking
Looking and begging
Begging for your slot
Willing to be slaves
In caves as dangerous as the hungry lions’ den
But your mouth is your announcer
Declaring sillies in my torture
I guess pushed by your hardened heart
Which I have long sought to have
But I still say

REFRAIN
It’s not too late
It’s not yet eight
So I wait
For our date
In an anxious state
Eish! I can’t even touch my plate
Because I feel like a lost bait

III
I may be the strings on your guitar now
Play to your heart’s desire
I may be your foot mat now
Step with as much mud as you desire
The hells of my heart will wake
And I hope you run for peace sake
Because no matter what it’ll take
I’ll drown your thoughts in a stinking lake
For now

REFRAIN
It’s not too late
It’s not yet eight
So I, like an innocent child, wait
For our date
In an anxious state
Eish! I can’t even touch my plate
Because I feel like a lost bait
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

BRUISED AND CRUSHED

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Mama you should have magically told

Of the possibility that love could have me sold

You are the one who carried my mould

Are you satisfied that I am broken into many a fold?

 

II

Papa, you should really have magically warned

That love stands a better chance of having me harmed

You are the one who gave me my form

Are you satisfied that I am broken in love’s dorm?

 

III

So. This heart,  it was taken beautiful

Taken so bright like the sun and naturally colourful

Taken so nicely shaped whole

But was given broken to pieces on the ground with holes

Ah! Ah! Ah!

 

IV

Blood is oozing everywhere

Flooding internally without a care

Funny, how no eye tends to see

And its repairs is a long time, no compromise fee

 

V

Oh! I am broken!

Oh! I was a token!

Oh I entered the dungeons of hell

Thinking I would loneliness sell

Now I am trapped in this pain shell

But none knows, so crying is babyish

I need me a chameleon trait

To blend in the city of Cupid

I can’t survive at this rate

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

 

THE GREEDY CHASER

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He is fine and suave

And so wears them

Wears them holes like clothes

II

He has an overall in his huge house

One that all his family knows

One that God’s hands have sealed

One that all close acknowledge

III

I am awed to a point

At the overall’s removal

In replacement with many different coloured shirts

When he steps out

Sometimes some second hand trousers

Oh! He also makes some shoes he wears around

I don’t want to mention the supporters he purchases

At public restings

“Ei Akuwa yi! Wo dwene sɛ wo yɛ guy”

You can taste all honeys

But one calabash may call its bees

It is there that the goat will see

That beyond stubbornness

Its meat can be made tender and sweet

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

HIDDEN WORDS

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Anger battles anger

Mountainous chest heaves in desperation

As flat chest curses in confusion

Each back turns

And tears flow into the secret coffers of darkness

II

Strong masks on weak faces

Wearing off in few paces

Like chalk paint on stained mansions in rain

Oh what a tragedy!

III

Why can’t there be hearts of nakedness

Showing all the holes of needs?

Battle of hiding

Words which bleed in hearts abiding

Oh God! Oh God!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

SPARKS OF BOREDOM

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When love turns sour

All hormones bore

Oh! How I wish there was a law

A law which forces love to tour

Tour and catch happiness to the fore

To calm all “the-bored”,

Store “fore ever “

And stamp “Happy Ever Afters”

CHORUS

Oh carnivorous bitterness

Oh taunting thoughts of unfairness

Oh forceful streams of tears

Quench all love fears

Pressing its bitter gears

II

When love turns sour

All wish to have stored

Beginnings on all mind boards

To sack chaos from that love tour

Oh! Sickness at heart

Oh! Horror of soul

Oh! Madness pulling bodies of headaches

Curses on you breakages!

CHORUS

Oh carnivorous bitterness

Oh taunting thoughts of unfairness

Oh forceful streams of tears

Quench all love fears

Pressing its bitter gears

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

AS WE PART

At the dawn of our goodbye
The sky weeps
Tears whose ingredients are
Pain
Loss
Loneliness
Uncertainty
Failure
And fear
But these tears fall to toughen
The grounds of our hearts

II
Unfairness has a head none wants to see
Tribal voices stopping in one’s track
Their enemy before the notice
Of his footprints
Is hard, I know
But who wants to defy
The voices of perceived wisdom
And risk falling into an unknown pit
Of deceit?
What ladder will there be for an outside climb?

III
As we part,
Like an aggrieved pair
Seeing the unfair’s ugly head
Let’s not its face stare
Or a porridge of bitterness will cook
Burning the very pots of our hearts
Cracking or bursting them into unrepairable pieces
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

WHEN LIES PIERCE

LIES

Shaking in heart roastings

Thoughts of hurts in boastings

Boastings carved on historic trees

Trees sending the writings like spears into hearts

 Hearts which gave it them lives

Now suffer by the sharpness of their tips

Ah! When lies pierce!

II

When lies pierce

They pierce fierce

Sending trust into horrid hearse

III

It is good discipline saves bodies

Bodies who feel the scars

And learn

When lies pierce

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

 

WHERE CURSES BREAK

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My blood boils like water on fire!
Who steals from a sacred temple
That once gave him sleeping space?
Must be an it!

II
Who acts evil
Grazing holes that hid him from his enemies
When they chased his formation?
It must be an it

III
Who embarrasses a goddess
Whose tears turn into rains of curses?
It must definitely be an it!

IV
Who shows a gate that looks
Like one he came from in his vulnerableness?
Must be an IT!

V
Rain of curses
Come down in forces
I join your horses
To chase these causes
Keep them in loses
As pain be their bosses
Taunt their pulses
And make them end in their worst!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c)2015

This poem is dedicated to all who have seffered rape and have had their nakedness shared in public to tarnish their images. I say this, any man born of a woman who will be that callous to disrespect a woman is cursed and will forever be cursed. My prayers are with all who have suffered. I feel your tears. I feel your pain, I share in your embarrassment. So whenever you walk, be proud and know you did nothing, feel no shame because you are not to blame. The Lord God knows those who did so wrong. And those sharing those pictures, please, in the name of whatever you hold dear, stop sharing the pictures from the Takoradi gang rape saga. Have and show some decency!

WITHOUT YOU

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I

Will

Let you go

Like a child

Leaving her beautiful balloon

For the sky

2

Will 

Leave your hand

Like a gallant

Leaving the battlefield

Undefeated, although sand

Is my only clothing

3

There is no point

Fighting passions

No point, fighting love

When its attraction point can murder

4

With this back turned

I paint your life with peace

Net your bed with harmony

Hoping the good vibes left behind

Double on my troubled journey

Without you

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

OH YOU WINGER!

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Winger with waist

Wearing worn-out wastes

Winning will wane

Wanting will wake

While weepers wallop you

II

Winger, your wanky wannabe workings

Wounding wanderers

Would make you wail

Waive your wantons

Work for your wallet

Winnings well-deserved whip well wishings

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

LET GO

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Her love

might have been your stream,

the real one will be your perfect rain

II

Her love

might have been your bright colours

but look keenly,

your real queen will be your rainbow

III

Her love

might have been your weird glasses

your real queen

will become your contact lenses

IV

Her love

might have been your wind

but your future queen

would become your oxygen

V

Her love

might have been like your big six

but your real queen

will be your Nkrumah

VI

Her love

might have been that rough road

but your future queen

comes to tar

VII

So live,

instead of monogasing

be bright instead of darkening

your need your light

to lead the perfect one to you

VIII

All happenings are by God

and in all things

He proves Himself

why the fear and tears?

IX

One who leaves you

has finished her role in your script

and the pain

is a preparation of sanctification

X

Know you are the moon

who chooses its stars

actresses done with their roles

must be left in the past

XI

The future is what counts

So be serene and smile

As your bright eyes

look into the future

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

For Nii Bavard

HEARDLES

HEARTACHE

When I look into your eyes

I see all the walking lies

And feel the kicks of my mind’s whys?

As my good waters are gathered for cries

II

Are you that powerful?

What on you is so colourful

For you to make me feel this awful?

Oh “Onyame!” How pitiful!

III

Angry storms of emotions

Are looming like tsunamis

Cradling revenge in future’s pot

Oh! This heart is hot

IV

Your lies will lie

When your hurts say bye

After Karma brings your hi

And your tears give a sigh

Sticks of backstabbing have double edges

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

I Don’t Love You

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The look on your face
That anxious look
Waiting for me to tell you
Those creepy words

I have no words for you
I’m as dead as a firewood.
I see nothing beyond
What we have built all these years.

I know you want
Those words from my mouth.
What do you want to hear?
And lemme tell you.

That I love you?
I’ll place you before all other things?
Well, I don’t love you.
I can’t force myself to lie.

Stop waiting for me
I’ve got plans for myself.
I don’t love you!
Depart from me.

Gerald Adjei ©2015

I’m not in Love

I read love stories
I sing love songs
I talk about love
But I’m not in love.

We’ve been friends for long
I know you want more than that
You have shown me to your parents
But I’m still not in love.

Everyone thinks we are a perfect match
They all say we should get married
And you know very well
That I’m not in love.

You’ve been there for me
You’ve been my earthly Jesus
I call to you every time and you respond
But I’m still not in love
And I hope you’ll understand.

Gerald Adjei
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UNFAIRNESS WEARING A FOREIGN COAT

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He uses the rags

Which someone sees as cloth

And throws it in animal dung of mud

But the rags get cleaned and rushes to him

II

She uses the doormat

Which someone sees as a bed

Making sure the rains do cane

And pull it into the gutters

But as soon as it gets cleaned,

It rushes back to be used

III

What is this?

Curses of curses

Mismatching of the Creator?

Look at some dying, to make sand gold

And just watch some easily making gold sand

This is unfairness wearing a foreign coat

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

SWEET SPOONS

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I

Those with smooth vocabulary spoons

Stir roughly emotions of weak soups

Soups clutch at the spoons

Hoping to be saved

In possible whirl storms

It could be ruthless tsunamis

 

II

I, do watch

I, see the touches

I, get appalled,

Seeing the breakages of emotional bones

Causing the murders of  strong emotional soldiers

But the spoons walk from heart soups to the other

 

III

Spoons, never tired

Spoons with coded artificial engines

When I see some soups

Boiling till they reach metal meltings

I shudder as my heart stands on its mark

Waiting and hoping for you to devour

 

IV

But I don’t get it:

Seas of sadness wash away the soups

After their spoon meltings.

It is like a consumption after consumption

There never is a happy ending

When spoons stir super soups and bolt

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

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WHEN HE CALLS

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When he calls
I keep rolling like a ball
I keep moving like a sound
I keep flowing like a river

***
When he sighs
I keep over reacting like a mouse
I keep worrying like a lost parrot
Tears keep overflowing within me like a fountain

***
When he stumbles
I keep diving like a light goalkeeper
I keep hurting like a mother hurting over her young
And I so want to be like a mattress for him to fall on

***
Why then do I matter so little?
Why then does he push me into sharp rocks?
Why then do my tears serve as his entertainment?
He is like an onion being chopped
An onion with no nutrients
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LEFT: VALENTRIMO

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Trimmed and hemmed?

Oh no!

You should have known

There are miserly mice

Who hate to share

On the feast of “hand go hand comes”

Especially when their hands are the longest

So stop flooding the land of your face

Stop looking into the hemmed holes

Stop being the cat and forget the mouse

And try wearing a blouse

Plastering and ironing your heart

Fir a tight scar

Which will sound when mice step close

It must suck!

Yes it does!

Trimming pours invincible blood

And it is always a closed felt pain

Nurse it in the dark or perish!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

PUPPETS (HAIKU)

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We started on clouds

Now pride ties us like a rope

Dangling us in air

 

II

How did we get here?

Mouths playing opposition

To our hearts true sounds

 

III

How did we get here?

Tears for the open hidden

And shed in the dark

 

IV

How did we get here?

Ears with drum sticks for loud tongues

Getting our hearing

 

V

How did we get here?

Backs in great distance instead

Of chest hugging chest

 

VI

We are now puppets

Yes, puppets being played by pride

Tearing us apart

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

 

AFTER THE GONG HIT (SONG)

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I’ll put you in a song

Where you really belong

From when you came along

To the time you run along

CHORUS

For you were the rain

Which promised me gain

But drove me insane

In a long short lane

II

You said you were among

Those who many do long

Because your sweet sweet song

Does chime the heart’s ding dong

CHORUS

But you were the rain

Which promised me gain

But drove me insane

In a long short lane

III

After you beat the gong

In the middle you throng

You really did me flung

Into the dirty Pong

CHORUS

Oh you were the rain

Which promised me gain

But drove me insane

In a long short lane

IV

Didididi ding dong

Oh God who hears this song!

Send him where he belongs

I sing many gong dongs

CHORUS

For he was the rain

Which promised me gain

But drove me insane

In a long short lane

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

HYMENACS

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I wanted to see

I had my own dreams of what it’ll be;

Having massages and drinking tea

Receiving much love without a fee

Being the she never cheated by a he

Feeling surreal loving all and me

But it was never what I dreamt it’ll be

II

I began to see

That everything was not what we see

When I realized all need a fee

To dish out tea with glee

Wishes force horrid pee

Which blinded me covering all I see

Who calls for tea in troubles in Africa when he is no Lee?

 

III

Now, I don’t want to forcefully pee

I need good loving without a fee

I need good eyes which will help me see

The wings of happiness and how it came to be

Because the thoughts are dressing me to the tee

But I really, really don’t want to forcefully pee

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

WHEN IT GETS THE HEART

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She, watches and walks away

Having nothing to say

Bowing her head in shame

Dreading love’s name

II

She, refuses to wipe her tears

Because they are flowing to show her fears

She hears many mouths say fie

She wants to die

III

Because love’s ride

Made her hide

And her trust tuned to tides

She prays to swerve the chides

IV

Lovers rock

But with tick tock

Their fires blast, in shame, in shaaaame

Lovers roll

But with heat’s toll

They see their dirt

And fall, it’s amazing their hearts

Feel the painful debris of their fun

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LIKE I NEVER EVER LOVED

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Feelings run with talking shoes

Tainting my veins in all hues

Month after month, paying no dues

Popping and yelling with no cues

Like I never ever loved

II

Their aphrodisiac is cold,

Run amok without being told

Their running strides so damn bold

They have such bad taunting hold

Like I never ever loved

III

Sometimes their eyes stop to look

Poking horrid fingers to make me book

Making sure their vibes did shook

Teasing for another chapter of their book

Like I never ever loved

IV

Oh sweet bitter love

Known to be from up above

Show yourself like a white dove

And stop treating me like a stove

And like I never ever loved

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A SPELL IN A SHELL (SONG)

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CHORUS

It was like a fairy spell

Captured by a sounding bell

Arrested to a loving cell

Where I yearned to forever dwell

1

Who created this shell

Turning into hell

When little heat yell?

I swear I hear the bell

Which sounded like a spell

And made my heart swell

For all to see and tell

So I’ll tell about the spell

CHORUS

It was like a fairy spell

Captured by a sounding bell

Arrested to a loving cell

Where I yearned to forever dwell

2

If I could foretell

This shell would be hell

I’d still board the shell

And still feel the hell

After enduring the beauteous cell

Because in so deep I fell

That all eyes could tell

Because my eyes and mouth did it yell

CHORUS

It was like a fairy spell

Captured by a sounding bell

Arrested to a loving cell

Where I yearned to forever dwell

3

Who could me compel?

When great words were in the shell

And a great bed was housed in its cell

As a great light blinded from its hell?

Those who foretold were asked not to tell

True seers were all sent to hell

Until the spell got broken in the shell

So I think of the shell as hell as I reminisce the initial bell

CHORUS

It was like a fairy spell

Captured by a sounding bell

Arrested to a loving cell

Which I yearned to forever dwell

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

WHEN THE NIGHT BURNS

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Night’s towel drips of tears

Her laughter has suddenly turned to fears

Her moon left without a trace

So she uses darkness to cover her face

Her stomach churns

As her heart yearns

Her breathes fight

To see daylight

But her legs are rooted

In darkness until sun comes and have her booted

And leaves her again in the place she was booted

A heartbreak is like a burning stake

Even the heat in this can’t seem to hearts wake

You can be baked

Or can be caked

In its live hurts no one can fake

So cry oh lovely night

Until another nice moon makes you smile bright

One thing is for sure

Another will come, for now, just endure

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

THE DUMPSTER OF MY THOUGHTS

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He came back squeaking like a hungry goat

After stepping on my toes and sniffing asses

He asked for forgiveness thinking I was naïve

I told him candidly looking straight into his eyes

That he belonged to the dumpster of my thoughts

Because I threw him out as rubbish after I hurt

II

If I was the way and he passed me by

Why will I care if he goes straight to die?

Like a machine, he was wired with desire

Is that what the elders are trying to say?

No, I won’t give in for he belongs to the dumpster of my thoughts

Because I threw him out as rubbish after I hurt

III

I am also a machine which can be wired

And wired anyway possible to even self-destruct

But my remote is in my brain and I was taught,

Taught to operate me and take the right way

So he belongs to the dumpster of my thoughts

I won’t give in because I threw him out as rubbish after I hurt

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WHAT KIND OF HEN AM I?

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I protect my chicks like

An impenetrable building

Against hawks and eagles

Quacking like a troublesome duck to show my love

But my chicks end up producing chicks

Chicks of chicks!

What kind of hen am I?

II

I teach my she-chicks how to bathe

I teach my she-chicks how to live to peck and grow

I teach my she-chicks the purpose of strength

I teach my she-chicks the need for age

I teach my she-chicks prime’s selection

It seems they heed not to my teachings

They end up producing weak and little chicks

Chicks of chicks!

What kind of hen am I?

III

I remember my time

I lived as a chick under the wings of my mother

I listened and grew

Shaking all cock advances

When my time was ripe, many cocks gathered

And begged for my wings

I did choose only the best

Although it didn’t work as planned

I have never regretted

Because chicks follow hens and cocks have many choices

If my chicks end up as chick mothers

What kind of hen am I?

IV

Why do I need to be slapped by disappointments?

Why do I need to be slapped by trust?

All cocks stare at me now

Their eyes asking what my impenetrable walls were for

What do I say?

How do I answer?

I sacked and taunted them for nothing

All the while, many of them laughed behind my back

Because they had my chicks under my wings

Chicks producing chicks!

V

Oh monstrous fate!

I think I’ve lived too long

Being branded a quacking guru and a bad hen

I really don’t know what I am

What kind of hen am I?

Probably a very ignorant hen!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

WHEN LUSTFUL THOUGHTS GET BOLD

BUBBLES

When the weather gets cold

Lonely bubbles get bold

And show on skins

Like standing fins

On fishes

II

Then they call on past thoughts 

Thoughts the body bought

With time and buried

And needs ferried 

By regret

III

Like waves, tears fight back

Goosebumps get stacked

I need an antidote

I get on a boat

Of failure

IV

Many have lost love to hatred

And have been embittered

Many are poor lost wives

Many have lost lives

Thoughts fade

Sleep

At last

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

MISGIVINGS

HURTS

Round the bend of deceit

Is a block of defeat

Housed by a huge heartache

Caging a humble and weeping trust

II

Round the bend of betrayal

Stands the chaotic vengeance

Holding a spear of bad thoughts

Housing many ill-wills

III

Round the bend of regret

Hides the mighty remorse

Which awaits admission

To get permission to run into arms

IV

Bends

These bends

These sad bends

Are like days which never end

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

LOVE CAPTURES AND DESTROYS

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The stingy man opened up

The nagging woman shut up

What is up?

They saw it riding in hooded chariot

Speeding in beauty

Capturing with need

And taking all the pride there was

Those who hated to lie

Wore clothes of mud

Those who hated to sit

Sat on needles of hurt

Those who hated to fool

Became fools of the foolishest

Like a pig healed of dirt

All defaulters bowed

Only to be de-healed in tears

Cupid stole their all

And left them in their fall

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

LOVE LIKE A BEE? (QUATRAIN)

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Love must be a butterfly

Flying here and sucking there

Deceiving beings by being sly

Because its angels are rare

II

Love must be a bed with bugs

Pinching beings when sleep is sweet

Denying addicts its hugs

And pushing beings to their feet

III

Love must be bee with honey

Combing around to make sweets

Only to fuss with money

And sting hearts to feel pain’s beats

IV

What I felt was what I feared

Exhilarating feeling

What I feared was what appeared

Disappointing and hurting

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

WHEN STARS BEAMED

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He sent the bright stars

With many sweet candy bars

To bring me sweet smiles

II

The moon sat afar

And nodded in cute brightness

Smiling through it all

III

The sky beings thanked me

For brightness of my presence

I happily beamed

IV

Suddenly, clouds formed

And fumed, calling lightening

And thunder, and rains

V

None knew what went wrong

Not even I who received

The thunders roared mad

VI

With a sky between

And thunders rumbling all through

How do I find out?

VII

The stars have vanished

The moon is tightly hidden

Darkness clothes my shame

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

WHEN LOVE WAS (SONG)

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I

Under the charming smiling moon

Where all fireflies gathered to swoon

We met and feel in love so real

It really felt good and surreal

My little coughs brought you concern,

My doom doubts you always discern

I thought our love was so so strong

Where at all did we go so wrong?

CHORUS

I’m truly to be pitied

You’re truly to be pitied

Time has erased happiness on our slate

And written on it some mean hate

II

You did promise me forever

I did promise you forever

Our hearts, like swans, stayed together

Our eyes, like magnet, pulled each other

You were mine, mine, and mine only

I was yours, yours and yours only

Now you and I to none belong

It’s too bad we couldn’t last long

CHORUS

I’m truly to be pitied

You’re truly to be pitied

Time has erased happiness on our slate

And written on it some mean hate

III

I’m desperately looking for clues

Could it be we didn’t pay love’s dues?

Did we cheat happiness in dosage?

That we have to pay hurt this homage?

I may have thrown in some failure fees

You may have thrown in some failure fees

But we’re hurting more than we deserve

Heartbreak is putting us on reserve

CHORUS

I’m truly to be pitied

You’re truly to be pitied

Time has erased happiness on our slate

And written on it some mean hate

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

LOVING YOU

heartbreak

I

Loving you

Comes with a bucket of tears

On a hot coal pot 

Boiling hardened unyielding fears

II

Loving you

Comes with searching broken pieces of trust

Scattered in sand

And mixed with gravels

III

Loving you

Comes with a handcuff for hearts

With a durable lock

For imprisonment in the heat

IV

Loving you

I have no clue

As to how I’m perceived

By sane beings

V

Loving you 

Is happiness in fainting

Madness untainted

With a throne of a hot oven

VI

Loving you

Is like being driven in a car on a tall mountain

With no driver in seat

I’m hundred percent sure, I’ll crash and crash

VII

But loving me

Gives security

Drives hard work

And gives hope, I choose me

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

GHOSTS IN MINDS

Ghosts

Abracadabra!

Abracadabra!

Abracadabra!

If only these chants could give life

I would have called your ghost memory

Which stays in my head

And give our initial meeting

A static life

So you’ll be that sweet being under my feet

Even if there are hot coals under your seat

What good is this us

When you live in my past?

What good is this us

When I live in your past?

Ghost hovering in minds

Playing flashbacks 

And refusing to be forgotten

If you were in ink

I’d have made you alive with more ink

How do I make the past present?

Ghosts hovering in minds un-wavered

Ghosts crying in minds so defeated

Ghosts hovering in wishes unfulfilled

Leave your posts and grant yourselves some mercy killings

This treasure here needs to break free

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

ANGELIC LIES

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I

If the songs you sing

And the bells you ring

And your back’s wings

Are true, there’ll be no tears

II

If the promises are real

And you work with zeal

And your intents never kill

There’ll be no tears

III

If your body’s posture

Go flawlessly with your breath

And your eyes

Tell no lies

There’ll be no tears

IV

All the aches and fears

Coupled with the taunts and enemy jeers

Open the gates of my tears

And it wets the land of my body

Soaking it to a point of melting

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2013

CUPID’S VAMPIRE

HEARTS

I

In loves nest

Searched for beautiful eggs

II

While you

On deception’s cage

Built a durable lock

III

I found  fake eggs

Treasured them

For I thought they were yours

IV

Whiles happily cherishing the eggs,

You led me little by little

Into your cage

V

Locking me in darkness

Bringing out your claws

And tearing my heart apart

VI

I know no nose

I see no eyes

Since I am trapped, I cannot move

VII

But you come each night

To eat a part of me

Never knew you were a hungry vampire, please let vultures get a little me

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

DONE CAN’T BE UNDONE (HAIKU)

LOVE

I

My heart, like an egg

I gave on feelings unknown

Knowing its dire risks

II

You held it, like gold

You worshipped it like diamonds

You loved it like God

III

My complacency

Drove you to your height in fright

Your complains, meant nought

IV

I drove many cars

Like crazy, shunning yours; mine

Forgetting your keep

V

Your screams were not heard

 I made no effort to see your tears

Let alone wipe clean

VI

Now I sit heartless

My heart shattered by hurt you

For your revenge sake

VII

It’s too late for me

I see clear but have no heart

Done, can’t be undone

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

THE TAUNT THAT TURNED TO HAUNT (AMOAFOWAA’S LA’LIBERTAS)

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I

When hands touched hands

We hugged and kissed

Laughed and teased

That was what streghtened its stands

II

We fought poverty

Battle sicknesses

Were each other’s blanket

Cried in each other’s arms

Loved truly in hunger

And prayed for the rains to seize

III

Then the sun begun to shine

You cried confusion

Denied emotion

And started to whine

IV

What changed so fast?

What acted like a catalyst of doom?

What was the taunt that turned to haunt?

Back time traveller

Be no fantasy

Just be my tool and take me back

V

“Mmre adwane agya me 

Ama m’ani sa m’akyi”

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(The last line reads; time has taken my lead making me long for the past in Akan; a Ghanaian Language)

IF ONLY…

FLOWER

I

If only there were special lens

Which see hearts’ writings which never ends

And reads clearly; hurts, pains and yearns

Each one will another properly fend

II

If only hearts have speech

Which reaches hearts intended to reach

All silent aches will be noticed with most cleared

Saving deep wounds mostly dug till death

III

Unsayables!

Heart throbbings!

Heart aches!

My form, your form, our form, human forms of deformities!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

COS 90

Basket

I

My perfect eyes

Are full of lies

It always buys

Its special dice

Ignoring the cries

Of the heart which dies

II

How can this be?

Why didn’t they see?

I went to the stream

With a basket instead of a pot

And still fetched from the stream

And carried the angry dripping who punished with wetness

III

Oh how Could I?

Where was third eye?

Like a lamp without light,

Like a man with no mind,

Like a locked gate without keys

I reach home empty as my drum cries

IV

So I went to the stream

And now stand like I dream

Empty basket and wet

All eyes watching and seeing what I’m now seeing

Fresh streams form from eyes

The same which chose, my head bows

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

BONSU EEEEEEEE

hearts

Bonsu eeeeeeee

Please bring the huge drum

Akosua wants to drown herself in tears

Because her pig has left her to marry some dirt

I need her tears to fill the drum

So I can help her bathe when she heeds to the call of fatigue

There are so many neat animals

Animals aiming to be your pet

So if you want to die in tears

Please do continue with the tears

Cry a barrel

Cry a drum

And let us join it like a river to the sea

So the whole world will know your feat

Of crying for a pig who loves its dirt

Now, don’t look at me

Please go on and cry

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

THE BLANKET WITH SECRET HOLES

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You looked warm

And I loved your charm

Your colour

Your fragrance

Your hope

And your zeal to battle the cold

And run into your arms

Suspecting nothing

Then I felt the cold

Started shivering

Felt the ice

Started dying

In your warm embrace

Then I realised

That you are the blanket with holes

Realised too late

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

HAUNTED HELL

DARKNESS

I

When darkness falls

I fear the weather’s calls

Calls into a world you made

To give you the perfect shade

To taunt me with your memories

II

In your world,

I am your pawn of child

I do what you want and you play me

Everyone watches that video, but me

Until you yourself get me a replay

III

It’s always the same replay

Night after night only at the comfort of your dark world

A world you formed in my thoughts

How unfair!

And I end up in tears

IV

This night, I plead

I plead not with you

But with a force greater than you

To move your dark world from my thoughts

So I can enter the dark like haunt-less being for once

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

TORN AND BRUISED

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She sat on her heart

Like an oldly used torn mat

And tried to be pretty

II

Hurt like angry waves

Broke out of  her heart’s locked gate

Flooding her sad world

III

The sweet birds watching

Her beauty, flew far away

Watching and curious

IV

Why would she lie thus?

Pretending to have new heart

While she sat on old?

V

She horribly submerged

Until a bull dog saved her

And put her to use

VI

Those who tore her heart

And birds who left her to drown

She tipped in diary

VII

She kicked, slapped, hurt, killed

And now her torn heart beyond

Repairs, cries empty

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014