Like water They seep through rocks of hearts Engraving themselves as reference sources Marking themselves beside their makers II Words… So powerful that elders analogise Their retraction to spittle thrown into gutters Which have seen no cleaning for decades Branding royals servants of poor tongues Pushing crowns from heads cemented by fate III Words… Ordinary […]
They arrived made like electric Their touches proved to be eccentric But scored him a hat trick In a game whose thread I held to trick Flowers and words II Like unseen snakes They evaporated in my pores Like powerful rakes They gathered love to be stored Like powerful waves they whispered Sending shivers with […]
I Mouth; The only stone quarry Of the body Which cannot be legs But can travel faster II Its proceeds Linger longer on minds Than the proceeds of legs It is a pestle-mortar combination Which can burn and crash a nation And can help stop a chaotic situation III Mouth: Its odour cannot hurt Than […]
I am a whore There’s no need to deny I have dated from affable to acrid From brats to bastards, From cute to candid From dull to dunderheads From eloquent to the eleemosynary From foul to fantastic From gullible to giants From heartless to horrible From industrious to innocuous From jesters to jollies From kabuki […]
I was once a decent lady, All the members of my organization were No matter how nasty any member was, She wore an apparel, An apparel of decency before stepping out But I know not when time and civilisation Staged a coup, a coup to have my kingdom naked And in the public, paraded. The […]
I can lie here on my bed Fighting fair with few words This does not mean I am afraid Bring your cutlass, bring your gun If I could only get my words across Destroying my body erases them not There’s no way my words will rot Until eternity they’ll ring in your head Then […]
Finding comfort Is a great fort I find them in you Though you’re only some little twenty six You aren’t that many And strength, you don’t have any In isolation. But together, you can conquer many Though you’re only some little twenty six I hurt a lot And lones a lot But with […]
The mighty pen Pulls me into his den At the count of one to ten He makes me the woman among men He asks me to on him depend So he can the words contend He knows I love to myself fend He helps me to a lovely bend Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2013.