Thursday 30 August 2012

THE THOUGHTS IN MY HEART by; DOUGLAS BOATENG

                                    

I fought my thoughts out
The scenes I perceive
Thrashes out my zone of comfort
I lay out my thought to my captor
My captor is my defensive weapon
She unravels my true inner being

Each night and day, I sought out
My sentiments to outdoor what
My heart has caught
But to all my hopes I lost
My heart has bought a stricken old coat
And each time i wear it, the looks and sighs
Of the lost generation I feel

I am one wild walrus in the sea
Searching for survival
But
I have been kept in shackles
Shackles that wear off my skin
When I struggle

I am one fearless, candid eagle in the air
How difficult is it to question my veracity
For the gospel is my priority
But
these shackles shuts my thoughts to a naught

My fate is at stake
On a highway
But the way to exit tells me
One day,
I will say out my thoughts
In my heart
To my appraisal
Bosom of affection
This is my time of perfection 

Tuesday 28 August 2012

SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER by; Fiende Bawa

 
 
Kate a barmaid turned to conquer
And Marlow was by accident wooed.
In this instance I see that her stoop lays bare
What he would not search.

And now, he was as new as grass in rain days;
Never being mauled or blemished,
And there she stood with an appealing look;
Awakening his emotions, overthrowing his reasoning.

He never could resist the urge to enter,
And she took the rope, untied,
She stooped exposing the iron gate
..........and he once entered was forever vanquished!



Friday 24 August 2012

LETTERS IN JULY by; Awurama Adu-Gyamfi Betty


summer 2012,

from a lonely journey to a lonely soul across the world,
These days between spring and autumn are not yet numbered,
The days are yet to come and every passing moment feels like eternity.
Heaven has provided warmth
And loneliness, chilly nights
The mirage of you keeps running and breathless
On those memorable days I laid my pillow
Touching you now in my mind;
You are looking and smiling,
We are giggling and teasing,
You are saying the words in the song,
I am saying the words in the poem.
But these are just phantoms and shadows,
And more like mannequins which look like me and you.
These days have more stringent rules
and so the distance will be kept for now
and the letters will be read later
The beaches are wonderful,
The sun is beautiful,
The people are in love
the only thing out of sight is you,
But after summer we will be together.
for all the days.

Saturday 18 August 2012

DONT WORRY. by; Kofi Amankwah Asihene

 
 
You hear the clings and clangs
Of the shackles
Of the brave African warriors,
As they are being led
Into European dungeons.
You see the whips
Of the slave master,
Tearing off the black flesh
Of your black brother.
And you hear him screaming
And cursing
In his native tongue.


But don’t worry,
Be happy.
Because you are not the one in shackles;
And your flesh is not the one interacting with the whips


You hear the crazy chants
Of the Ku Klux Klan
As they hunt down
The men and women
Who have the devil’s complexion.

And you hear the screams
And shrieks
And shrills
Of the black woman
As she is being raped;
Not raped to be set free,
But raped to be murdered afterwards.

You hear the silent sobs
Of the little black boy
As he watches his sister,
His mother,
His grandmother
Being RAPED by men
Who have the angel’s complexion.

You hear Martin Luther King
Shouting at the top of his voice,
“I have a dream!”
And that phrase
Echoes
And echoes
And echoes
And echoes in your head
Till you can bare it no more.

But don’t worry,
Be happy.
Because you are not the one being raped;
And you are not the witness of any racial rape.

You hear the rattling
Of the machine guns
In the Hutu-Tutsi land
And you hear the swish swash
Of the Hutu machete
As it slashes and chops off
The heads of the Tutsi family.

You see their heads rolling
In the bright blue sky;
Acrobatics.
You see their heads spitting out blood and brains.
And you smell the stinky
Rotting
Bodies,
Piled up
As high
As Kilimanjaro;
Black dead bodies
Dead black bodies,
Left to rot.

You hear the cracks
Of the bones
Of the black man
As the apartheid dog
Sinks its white teeth
Into the black bones
Of the black barbarian.

You hear him scream
In pain
As he is being masticated alive.

But don’t worry,
Be happy.
Because you are not the one being beheaded;
You are not the one being chewed alive.

You hear the rattling
Of the machine guns
In the northern deserts.

And you hear the shouts
Of the rebel leader,
“Allahu Akbar!”
As he pushes the final bullet
Into the body of the great oak tree;
The final bullet
That will silence the great oak
Forever.

You watch
As the stubborn occupant
Of the white throne of tusks
Is elevated;
Not elevated to a higher ground,
But elevated
From his throne
Into the dungeon.

You hear gunshots
Between the Bible
And the Quran.
You see bombs
Being hurled
At the churches
From Bokko Haram.

But don’t worry,
Be happy.
Because very soon
It will be your turn.
So don’t worry,
Be happy.

IF I EVER LOVED. by; Bright Owusu

If I ever loved,
I would dare pluck heaven's glory for you
I would inflict your being with pains of success
But when night is bereft of the moon's splendor,
And the clergy of their clerical suit,
Realities entangle imaginations in the web of wishes

If I ever loved,
I would dare pluck Cupid's wings for you
I would drain and instil in your veins bouquet of trust
But when oceans are robbed of sand dunes,
And gardens of rosebuds,
Desire locks choices behind the bars of free-will

If I ever loved,
I would dare with Lucifer's voice sing
I would scrub and infuse in your mind thoughts of assurance
But when dawn is axed of tears,
And flowers in June of bloom,
Yearnings sink abilities in the stream of forgetfulness.