There are rots Cradling our cots Killing our lot Having us bought II There are filth Even in quilts Causing us to wilt Amidst all spilt III What dies today? Breaths are taken The world is shaken Most are awake And can change bake But what dies from our rots? What dies from our filth? […]
Serve someone special Sacrificial sacrament saddles salvation Serenading sweet scents to sour Surreal sustenance stays though svelte Saintly sailors are sages supreme Stone sorrows to stupor Stallions support stables to stand So sweet sleep serves not in stumbling Sagely sayings served in stern Saves Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Candid Candy curbs and corrects Caring, cleaning, cozying to contest Like a combatant cruising in quest Candy came from charity’s crest II Candy is a caring goddess un-bored Giving and hoarding good to be stored Candy blows storms poo poo poo Lord Until freeze-ice is thoroughly thawed III When Candy lies in the […]
When an angel falls in the dark There is no place light has no mark All hidden routes are made visible Impossibilities then become possibilities She, without wings, is the she, bearing goodness I, in the dark, am the one, liberated Thousand tongues cannot sing your praise If I do ask considering the level […]
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 […]
Converging crowd Donning love Thinking aloud A startled heart smiles Goodness is freshness When the winds of life blow Crashing and beating For it is then the crowds chant in your favour. Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
When the question of the culprit is raised Many cry anonymity Others cry foul Why? Bad deeds have no owners But good deeds have many owners Why? Because everyone sees himself as a glorified being Wanting no criticism Wanting no challenge Why? We probably have tuners of pride in our beings Telling us that we […]
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