KNIGHT OF CROSSING

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Bats and owls have gone to bed

On huge trees with great great shade

Cats and bowls may be in shed

In an Ewe’s cravings grade

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I am here like a soldiery bridge

Having crossed from a darkened night

I may be faced with a hardened ridge

But I’ll make sure I get no bite

III

Weapons of truth are like godly arms

I will hold with a prayerful balm

And if I fall by the firearms

I know I will fall into God’s sweet palm

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

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GOD IS MY COACH

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I know you are a good enemy football player

But trust me, your most skilful dribbling,

Make them more than C. Ronaldo’s,

Will be my healthy trainings

Your trials at long shots

Will always go to the corner

Or like an overfed eagle’s shot,

You will send them flying in the heavenly air

Your headings will only give you headaches

As they will always go over my bar

You might win some free kicks

But will end up giving me a goal kick in your confusion

Your throw-ins will mostly taste your foot

And make you cause unpardonable fouls

Incurring the displeasure of your coaches and mates

Wait, you might win some penalties

But your own trainings will make me catch them with ease

Making me win the Golden Hands

Ahhh ah! Your ultimate goal of scoring a golden goal

Will at most bounce to kick you in the face

For you are only a player

Even with strength of others

I will always be the winner

Because I am my 11 month squad

And God is my coach

Even in my hurt zone

He will send a whirlwind to blind you

The anger of it will always make you assault the referee

Giving you a red card

So you try playing me

Play me a few times and risk losing your career

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DAWNS AND LAWNS

COCK

Dawn can’t begrudge the cock’s crow
It is its companion
It is its friend
It maybe its enemy
But it makes it a star
As some wake to see it
At the sound of a cock’s crow

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Lawn cannot begrudge dawn
It owes it part of its colour
Like the bed of a princess
Its spread is thanks to dawn’s tears
Although it makes it overgrow and calls for a knife to slit some throats
Many are attracted by the help of dawn

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We are mostly dawns or lawns
We need to notice all sides of the coin
We need to bow
When the stakes are low
Lest we take blows
For something which can kowtow
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DRESSED

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Oh He dressed sky beings with glow
So they will be visible to eyes so low
He dressed the man with strength
So they could guard protection’s length
He dressed the woman with beauty
So she could charm in surety
He even knows the shy sky
Would need privacy for her nudity
So dresses her with darkness
And sacks us to close eyes
To give her space
He knows it all
Your rise and fall
So work in your hall
As long as you have breath
Stand tall
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NANA AWERE DAMOAH

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Nana Awere Damoah

Like an angel
He brightened my world
Getting to thoughts of paranoia
Where hoarders are concerned
I saw not how
But he did his magic
Brought on his therapy
And an uptight me
Began to open up
I thought it was magic
But it was inspiration
Sharpening braveness
Making me an achiever
Slowly, I found myself thanking God
For a father no matter how far
For a mentor, no matter how young
For an angel, no matter how wingless
Thanking God for his birther
No matter how strange
Happy birthday Nana Awere Damoah

MORNING VISITS

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Another morning visits

Coming with its stomach

Its need for clothing

Its need for being walked or driven like a dog

Its need for dialogue

And its many conflicts in diversity

 

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Abena, like the earth which must hosts it,

I succumb to its whims

Allowing myself to be played like its guitar

For I don’t want to be the failed host

So like a broom, I sweep its need

Hoping it would be merciful in shortening my span

But I keep getting piercier and stronger

Sweeping its needs cleaner by the day

 

III

I know its strains will make me weak

And my weak will make me seek

And my seek will make me leak

And my leak will make me meek

In stillness and transition into a shadow after a ghostly peak

But I still work to be a good host

A good host so I can also at least boast

Of being a good care giver

One who was brave enough not to shiver

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RULERS

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The cocks have the docks

For they hold the waking locks

So “kwa kwa kwa kwa” those mocks

May end in needing knocks

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They have the stocks

They’ve the keys to the flocks

So elephants’ strength is ad infinitum

But common sense makes them kings

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So follow the kwa kwa kwa

And soar high high high

No matter the taunting

Be like the respectful sheep

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WASTING NAILS

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Wasted humans are like human nails

Those scratching gently

Are replaced in days

No one recognises their importance

Teeth murder them at will

Blades are their wicked cut throats

While cutters are like their doom judges

So scratch deeply in light as hard as you can

Not on other skins

But on minds

So that your bright scars will be relevant light

Which can lead even with your passing

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I HAVE A SUN

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I have a sun

And I’m breaking it with love

To light your paths

Whenever your day meets darkness

For you are the breath of the world

You are the life of liveliness

You have the steps which bless

You are you;

Worthy even though no one tells you

So keep it up there

In the chambers of your head

That you are so so so loved

To bless your locomotions

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WAKE UP

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Like different worlds put together
The head can battle the heart
The stomach can battle abdomen
Legs can battle thighs
Ears can battle ears
Nose can battle mouth
Human is war
Human is war assembled
So when the heart says no to waking up,
Let the head, like the king, rule
Even on a food tree,
The bird that moves not only creates holes
In its place of abode
And sets a trap for itself
Aside from being malnourished
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NATURE WORKS

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As seconds speed into minutes

And minutes gallop into hours

As hours run into days

As days walk into months

As months cross over to years

Stagnant fears

Tend to stink

Sympathetic tears

Are given a wink

A giver today

May be a crucifier with time’s transitions

So get under the showers of hard work

And shower clean

To climb the ladder of success

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SCREAM

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It is not a dream

You are in the troubled stream

Smeared in the shame body cream

You feel like one in a team

None of those are as they seem

So come out and SCREAM!

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It is day

And you have no say

Death has given you its pay

And you feel you have to decay?

None of those are what they seem

Just come out and SCREAM!

III

What promised to be a Zion

Now has many a hungry lion

Love has turn into deeds of a stallion

Your folded heart can’t be straightened by an iron

None of those are what they seem

Just come out ans SCREAM!

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What was meant as a saviour

Has given you a huge check in failure

You may have to be the jailer

Just because of a traitor

None of those are what they seem

Just come out ans SCREAM!

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Come out!

Come out and SCREAM!

Whatever ill that is giving you the chase

Come out!

Come out and SCREAM

Could be judging fingers

Or un-matching figures

I say come out

Come out and SCREAM!

Could be knives of familiar ties

Come out o!

Just come out and SCREAM

SCREAM to freedom

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SEARCH AND RESEARCH

BEES

Search and research

The birds who perch;

Their wings lurch

To twat all searches

Of guns, stones and sticks

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Search and research

Ants always hunt

Even in faces of being stepped on

Crossing streams

Even in the face of drowning

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Search and research

Bees see many a places

Before honeys are cooked

And they fight by stinging

In attempts for protection

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Search and research

Hunger’s aggressive legs kick

Those who sit in wait of favours

So act like the birds

Act like the ants

Act like the bees

And be one to be searched and researched

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CHASING DREAMS (CRAZY STANZAS)

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Dreams are the fastest runners

Runners without souls

Runners not like Ussain Bolt

Runners with wings unseen

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Dreams are taunting bothers

Bothers who demand hard work

Bothers who mess with minds

Bothers like psychotic creators

III

If you dream

And you scream

Thinking the dream

Will walk to your head’s screen

Then you are the jester who thinks he can fly

To God, not through death,

Through the very angry sun

Heads, hands and legs

Leading the rest at rest

Will give those dreams a chase

To make them worship instead of being worshipped

So up up up

And plan a take off

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BLOOMINGS

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Like an old flower
Watered by rain
Blooms, for hope

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I,
Like a charcoal so forgotten
Lights,
By the care of a benevolent

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I,
Like a slave in dreams
Ruled
Because of care of a king

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I,
Like a child so wronged
Smiles
Because of love of a being
And so I bow in thanks
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POETRY OF MOTIVATION

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Who wants to be a snail?
Who wants to be a tortoise?
The former and latter are one
In two things
Both have God built houses
Both are slow
The former is easily broken
The latter built in unbrokeness
The creator is not unfair
He gives you pace
And leaves you fragile
He slows your pace
And builds you stronger
Your mind’s carryings are the determiners of His creation
So dare to know you
Are you built in the strong
Or built to be swift?

This is poetry of motivation
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MOVE

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Nightmares end in wake

So does hard times

Pain can develop demonic wings

And chase in dreams like a strong vehicle

But consciousness is its master

So pinch yourself

You are not being stirred like its banku

You are not being pounded like its fufu

Your power can make you its stirrer and pounder

So shoulders straight

Chest out, put on

Clothes of bearable confidence

And dance to the tune of winnings

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HEED THE CALL

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What are fires without heat?

Light without shine?

Drums without beats?

Houses with no gates?

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What are voices without sounds?

Cars without mobility?

Eagles without wings?

Rains with no water?

III

I believe proceeds are the all

Without them, then we fall

So when the occasion does call

We must be prepared to give and stand tall

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EDIBLES

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Yams are edible

when subdued by hot fire

but poisonous when taken raw

You know what you have to do

In order to make it a corner stone

So go fetch firewood like a farmer

Set the fire and set it to work

Then cook your yam

To feed all

And you

Making a difference does counts

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BEST BLOGGER IN GHANA NOMINATION

Thanks to all you beautiful and handsome souls, I have been nominated in the Best Blogger Category 2015. The voting is out and Blogging Ghana sent me this message yesterday:

“Dear Nominees,

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DON’T DROP

Winning

Done drowning due to defeat?

Dirt dressing in down deceit?

Deafened drowsiness

Damaged daft dagger

Debts on dancing demons

Daredevils dressing in daisies

Dote on danger and distress

Don’t drown to dust your dreams

Dump dormancy, dare and dream

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A CAN DO COLOGNE

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As night hurries in packing darkness

To bolt seeing as day tosses to turn in minutes

What thoughts are wearing heels

Disturbing your head chambers?

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As day prepares to take off its blanket

And sun’s door is being opened by the moon

What  fears are taking over the strength of your legs

Forcing you to still give weight to your poor bed?

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None is without weight of thoughts

None is without noisy heels in head

None is like a happy stream undisturbed

So grab your strength coat and catch your day boat

Putting on a cologne of can do spirit

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QUINTESSENTIAL QUEENS

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Quintessential queens’ quill

Quarantines qualms

And quieten  quaffers quagmired

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A quaint quintessential queen 

Makes unqualifiers quake

Even the qualified is thrown into a quandary

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Quintessential queens get queasy

When quarrels’ quest quenches questions

They quickly quell as though they have quiff

IV

Quintessential queens

Quick and quirk

Even quotes in the Quaran

Can’t make her observe quorum

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EYES IN UNSEEN WINDOWS (La’Tuin)

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Eyes  in windows of the world’s shadow

See all; the call, fall and the talls

Like omnipotent gods in fathers

Good thoughts close mouths in  the shadow

II

When dawn’s rain fall like a sharp arrow

And supposed suns make all cloud calls

Good eyes cry like angry pained mothers

Chaosers step with happy toe

III

Does it then mean they will pain kowtow?

Rhetorics depend on set balls

Thoughts with boxing gloves do the shatters

Thoughts with discipline sink pain low

IV

I knew a family called TaJoe

Who made mouths set many bet walls

And set examples for latters

And won the ancestors’ best  bow

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BE A TACTICIAN

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When fate goes to sleep

Fear wakes and tends to seep

Showing his muscles

And giving all hassles

Then failure gets dazzled

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When fear walks on eye

And will acts too shy

Uselessness takes a grand seat

As ambition falls at his feet

Giving mouths words of a defeat

III

Dress fear in hope

And failure will climb a mountain

While will takes a stand

By giving a hand

And sacking uselessness

Do this, we all deserve a stand

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MAGNETIC FEAR

Conquer-Fear

As morning stretches

On dawn’s mat

In thought’s cover cloth,

Fears wear high heels

Looking for who to attack.

Just who is willing to be that pawn?

II

What pain on earth has never, ever tasted life

Or is never, ever going to taste lives

That you sacrifice happiness for fear?

Those heels, will never get me

And if they do, they can never harm me

I’m like a metal

If they are like wires

Their bruises, will only show my bright colours

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POSITIVE VIBES

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If a squirrel

Stays in its hole

Fearing trouble,

Fire finds it

And it is smoked out

Into a hot saucepan

II

If a bird

Stays on one tree

Like a person tied to a bed

Fearing a bullet

A gun finds it

And it ends up a kebab

III

Let legs take you places

Let hands determine your paces

Let eyes search new faces

Let ears stand as effective soldiers

As your receivers receive for action

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SKY DRAMA

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Tears, like cloud in sky

When rained, clears the sky so right

Paving way for sun

II

Pain, like snow on earth

When cleared, cleans the earth so well

Showing neat beauty

III

Let it rain till dawn

And help the sun rise with ease

To heal all pain

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FAILURE’S DEN

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Who needs to hold the tail

And suffer a fail

When even after the uprooting of the “f”

What remains is ail?

And after all the suffering to get the “a” off,

What still remains attract another “l” 

To show “ill”?

None!

II

But a fail throws a ladder

For a climb to the top

And a no-try is static

In its resolve on nothingness

Abena, let me explore

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DO THE REQUIRE

Tortoise

Carrying the heaviest house

Knowing it can’t compete a sick mouse

The tortoise still moves in search

Of its daily manna

II

Knowing a step-on is its horrid accident

And the steppers would never give it a lament

The ant still moves in search

Of its daily manna

III

Even the lions know their Zions

Can be burnt with just a hot iron

But they still chase rats

Who are chased by the hunter’s fire

IV

So feel the fire

To meet the require

To get your desire

Instead of sitting tied by a lazy wire

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BOUNCE

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When you throw a ball

On any floor

It bounces

It bounces

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When you pick it up and throw again

It bounces here

It bounces there

Bouncing and bouncing and bouncing

III

We are like balls

Of grumpy life

So prepare to bounce

When a throw calls for it

Free your mind to bounce whenever

And wherever you are thrown to bounce

As long as your air stays intact

And your cover has no puncture

Such is the nature of our existence

I am bouncing

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PERFECT PALACES

HARDWORK

Pensive plans pets pious people

Pushing poor powers to prey in their pates

Pissing pride to puff and play

A pent up pecker picks in power play

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Pure persons pave power paths

And pray to pistol preys at play

Pouring petrification in pensive plans

To pacify pains and pin position of pacemaker

III

Puffy pals poke pins in palms

So paddle per points painting

And pasting prunes in pallid to pout

Packaging will pick your perfect palace

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IN MAYONTA

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In mayonta

The strong winds will calm

And the heated sun will calm

As the rains seize

Only to drizzle at dawn

The tsunamis will turn good breezes

To embrace and caress me

In mayonta

II

In mayonta

I will stand like the moon I am

In the dark followed by the stars above

And nothing will stop my shine

The clouds can pass through

But nothing will make it seal my shine

In mayonta

III

So winds, blow me south, north, east and west

You ruthless sun, heat me so hard, I’ll be your conquest

Drench my soul in wetness you angry rain!

And tsunami, make me an alien in mermaid-land

You will be subdued to serve

Yes, subdued to serve only me

In mayonta

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DORMANCY

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Yearn and sit

On carved horse’s seat

And the “n” would flee

And show you “year”

And the “y” would flee

And be replace by “t”

For the lonely “r” to call an “s”

They will then travel to your eye’s land

Pinch and fall like angry rains

As they take you back to be teased by time

So sit, rock and rhyme

There will come a time

When pain of no gain

Would be your rhyme

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INSPIRIMOTICOM

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Fireflies are hiding their fires

Knowing well that dark always hires

Living amidst the normal as desired

A fly here, a fly there in evenness

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Be a firefly

Know when to glow

Be like a river, know when to flow

Even if it’s difficult you just try

Or try being a butterfly

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FREE HUGGITOLOGIES

HUGS

 

 

 

 

Here are my arms

Under the strictest of sincerity

Giving you the freedom to enter

Serving you with hope

 

II

Here are my eyes

Under the spell of your love

Growing intense for your attention

Serving you with company

 

III

Here are my ears

Until your mouth like radio is failed by electricity

Getting clearer by every walking word from you

Sitting with open path for your good

 

IV

Whatever your cloud

Insist on facing

Never run away, be drenched if need be

 

V

Life is a puzzle

Interwoven and begging for solving

Fall all fears and step up in

Emancipation, please.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

ANOTHER GRANDMA PIECE: PAINTS IN POTS

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It is paint given in plain pots

Another shot being added to the past shots

You can make it a whisky shot

Or make it a fanta shot, I now reckon

My grandma told me so

And put it in these see through words

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“Dear Tawiah,

My only eye in this huge but small world,

Never expect more from the new

You have to work to use your paint

To paint the world as you move along

It is paint given to be poured or used

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There are painters who pour into pots

All eyes see are the debris of pouring

None sees the colour they were given

And they end up looking for paints of others

Never appreciating whatever they were or will be given

If they see their faults, they learn to approach the future

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There are painters who pour away their paints

In anger and lack of appreciation

Some know not what to do with theirs

But none needs to be tutored to paint

Some pour thinking they hurt their makers

Little do they know they make them heavy shoes,

Heavy filthy shoes which hinder their moves

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There are painters who use their paints well

They mix their colours for eyes to see

And in front of their walls with their brushes in hand

They care not at all about their tainted clothes

And work to attract other painters 

Some hands pause to applaud happy paintings

Some mouths pause to critique the other painters

Some legs get rooted in front of awesome paints

As some legs run from other paints

But what is most important is how fulfilled the painters are

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It is the same pot

Left at the gate of renewed light and dark travels

It blocks the path

And forces all to touch

In order to move

So think about your paint

Think creativity

Think beautifully about your handiwork

And follow through by painting

Never think about what the path holds

The path holds no treasure,

It awaits your treasure

Ones it will hold with pleasure

So think of the paint that will lift people like planes

Into the land of dreams

Ones they will be motivated to add to

Never think of what others might make for you

In the end, we are what we make

No gift can hug to make one fulfilled

Once this seeps in

You surely will survive

I give you this piece of my mind

I hope it revives you”

***

Then, I never understood

Now, I absolutely do

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CLOUDOPHOBIC SKIES

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I am looking up

So I know

The clouds hang on your sky

And rains tears on your head

I see from far

I don’t see how your heart churns

But trust me, your sun is fast approaching

So don’t give up

II

During these times,

I know failure stands tall

Mocking you to give up

It is not to be blamed

It is just doing its job

Who wants to fail?

Even failure hates to fail

So struggle

Struggle through it all

III

It is as it should be

When you fall

Through the storm and

Your ears are shut,

Your eyes are blurred,

Your mouth tightly closed,

Your nose suffers to keep you safe.

Your head must help

And your will must fight

IV

Stories are told of the larvae

Who struggled through its cocoon

Hoping to be a butterfly

A child thought it was hurting

And helped it out

It died shortly because it didn’t go through

The stages it needed to to be a butterfly

We are all in our cocoons

How we get out to fly

Must be through our struggles

My sky is not exactly clear

And as someone from afar sees mine

So do I see yours

And so I know your sun is fast approaching

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THE SEASONED HOST

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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

 

II

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

 

III

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

 

IV

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

 

V

Chaotic thoughts lie

Thinking to fan the lie

When the season says goodbye

And make peace sigh

And flog happiness to cry

 

VI

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)

OPTIMISTIC VIBES

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Circling the circle

Of the circled

Is still a circle

II

Squaring the square

Of the squared

Is still a square

III

The

rain will fall

The sun will shine

The wind will blow

The earth may shake

The birds will fly

Into the sky

Upon my hi’s

So play I will

And never stand still

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ALLITERATIVE MESS

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Pile problems properly

Petting petty paupers?

Prime prompts privacy

Personal pets prune

II

Miss many messages

Messing most in mess

Men move mountains

Manifesting more miracles

III

Forms for fans:

Fall from far

Fiercely fight first and

Fling-up firm

IV

Doing deeds of deaths?

Dry destinies in doom

Don’t do dampness

Drawing in dew

V

Serve sweetly

Soaring sternly

Strip to the symphony

Of awe in succulence

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IF WE WERE THE STRONGER WATERS (CASCADE)

Flowing Water

I knew some stronger waters

Which were forced not in drums

But still sailed holding hands

II

They travelled far in spreading

Smiling and joking with each other

I knew some stronger waters

III

Whereas stagnant waters sat cool

They lived their lives so well, but they were waters

Which were forced not into drums

IV

When there was a blockage

They joined forces to break through hard work

But still sailed holding hands

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TAKE A CUE (HAIKU)

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Through it all, tortoise

Walks, shocking birds whose swift fly

Beat their day travels

II

Through it all, the snail

Crawls, thinking it is so blessed, more

Than the static trees

III

Through it all, the rain

Fall, knowing only lucky

Ones will land in streams

IV

Wise words hit to stop

Minds of all sages at once

Know a stitch in time…

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THE TREE SPEAKS; LET THE WISE TAKE SEED

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This tree is shaking

Not by my making

The wind is blowing

The earth is quaking

II

I am here and  living

I’m not complaining

I keep on growing

My stems are spreading

III

If I could get many sheltering

I’ll leave  fulfilling

I do no whining

I need no praising

IV

Many are roaming

To gain my chopping

Many are planning

To fall my building

V

But I keep on living

And I keep on singing

I’ll keep on praising

And I’ll keep on loving

VI

If the air is blowing

I use for clapping

If the earth is quaking

I use for deep rooting

VI

If roamers are cutting

I think of healing

If my building is falling

I think of sheltering

VII

This is living

Who is living?

I am living

Please have a living

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WHEN HURDLES CALL

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Huge hurdles hurt in heat

Humming victory on empty street

Housing fear to blow defeat

Help hears faint as hatred hiss

II

Hear who hysteria harmfully hit

Hopeless haters who high works fit

Hurling hots as word weapons, they sit

Hindering the power of will

III

Help  hates the haunted wretch

Who doesn’t work and always search

Hating hard work and loving free fetch

Like the pretentious mad man in duress

IV

Help hovers around the haunted

Hard worker who tries to make fear daunted

So scream aloud and be a sluggy haunted

And risk being seen as the haughty nought

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TONGUE TWISTER

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Through the taste of tasteless teas

Trippings on thrifty trusted trees

To the terrible painful taunting tears

Tacit teachings have grown my thoughts 

Throwing tantrums terrify thoughtful thoughts

Teary eyes tend to blind

Tests show the trusted

In a mirrored gaze.

Generate a light

And throw it right

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