BEASTS. By: Hannah Amma Konadu Anarfi

Once upon a time,

The rhythm of our delicately merged hearts

Beating… skipping… racing…

When for the first time our eyes met

Was the music we knew

The only tune we could dance to.

Once upon a time,

We were both human.

But now these hands of mine,

Once innocent and fragile,

Are trembling.

This tired head now holds too much evil

Too heavy for my heart to bear

So it fell out as I journeyed here, heartless!

My tears have frozen midway down my cheeks.

For the melody in your heart has turned discordant

To you, I’ve become a lowly servant

And my mind with deep loathing, leaks.

You have made pain a constant companion

In this damned body of mine

The desire to spill blood

Your blood

Is like large flesh-eating termites

Crawling up my every opening

Feasting greedily on my insides

Dear Lord!

What is happenning?

Must I stay like this forever

Dining with the very image of my fears?

Must I, remain flat-faced on the floor

Prostrate before the beast you have now become?

No!

A year of hapiness with you

Was all I had.

Then you took as a mistress

That tall, elegantly shaped

Intoxicating green bottle!

Then you made me

Your whore

Your laundry basket

Your refuse bin.

You practiced your amateur boxing

On my belly;

Swollen with a son-

Our son.

Three in a row

You boxed out prematurely.

The last cost me my womb.

You sucked the human out of me!

And now…

Now

We are both beasts.

So let us waltz towards your grave, my beast.

All through our steps recalling

Those early nights you spent with me.

You once laughed with me

But now we have taken poison together

Bitter-sweet poison, together.

So let us go

Let’s go dance on your shiny marble grave.

Ask Not; by FiendeBawa

When hearts flow to meet you,

When emotions flare to illume you;

When the chambers pound and spew

Life into the carriers because they see you-

Whilst the fire burns in your direction,

When true desires for you are known;

Whilst you must have never thought of it

And you sense the the yearnings nigh-

My friend, do not ask, do not search

Do not yearn to know the fire's fuel.

Let those pass: for arguments scarcely start

If we demand credentials and let none by.

Do not love with reason-they might fail with time:

Beauty fades, money dwindles, fame sucks- what the loss will bring.

So do not search

and please, man, woman do not ask!

BEWARE OF THE TROJAN BY: FIIFI DE WORDSMITH

I saw a neptunian land on earth

Angels of doom welcomed his birth;

While gods up neptune mourn his death

He galloped across the length and breadth of the third ‘universe’

I saw in my vision

How the Trojan holds man captive in his own jurisdiction

And the thousands of men that have excused their minds

Oh poor mankind!

Beware of him that promises gold,

Of him that smiles outside but frowns inside;

He is the Trojan!

He made my night on ‘dreamland’ cold

And outstrip me of hopes of brighter tomorrow

With such heavy tide

This is what we need;

Rebirth!

Yes, in the land of our thoughts

Whatever it takes and costs

For we are products of our thoughts

Now,

his identity lay naked before me

I have been liberated and so must my friends

My advice?

Think positive…..

And be careful who you tell your dreams!

 ◕Fiifi de wordsmith™

Samuel Abaidoo © 2012

BEHIND THE SMILE BY; DORCAS TIWAA ADDAI

Like the giddy sensation a sunny day blossom on our souls,

Lightening across the face

Form an eternal footprint in our memory,

Even a stranger's own creates a welcoming scenery

As mortals we be, nature never granted us the wish to foretell,

To foretell what actually lies behind the glistering teeth

The bowels of the earth mothers mysterious offspring

Oh yes, the showcase of our bony structure is no different

Watch brethren! Least you fall

As cunningly as a serpent may wriggle

A smile may be a facade that shadows the real being!

HALF TRUTHS By: King Bright

                                        

           The baker's bread reveal buried light,

              Whose rays reflect in the hearts of the blind.

          With their hearts they see clearly at night:

              These half-baked truths enshrined in your own mind.

            In haste, guardians dropout their promise

                To shower gifts on the innocent child,

            Yet on their return, shut off the bliss

                And implant lies in the womb of the child.

             Then the Minister woos us to Christ,

                With playbacks of quotes of endless Freedom:

             And into the bountiful arms of Christ,

                We come to hear of joy in different form.

 

             The seeds of half truths indeed germinate,

                 But verbal dysentery, its precious fruit,

             Shall ruin my begotten restless State.

                And like half baked bread, shall our stomach loot!

Writing Frenzy (group project)

How possibly

Can the Prince of Peace

Calm all the storms and tempests

In this dispensation down?

 

How,

We ask,

Can this bitter root

Of eternal lies

Be uprooted from our backyards?

 

How long

Must we drink

From the pot of ignorance

While dark clouds form

Above our humble abode?

 

How long

Shall the thirsty palm wine tapper

Be denied a drink

From his own calabash?

The coal pot

Now fears its own ash

At night,

I feel the might of a clear mood

Coming from a shattered sight

 

The promise

Of storm-less skies

Calls me ever on

Toward the horizon

Where my hopes are shattered,

The future made bleak

And my bio-root threatened

 

My search is nearing a sad end

My dreams spiral down into a dark ravine

These dreams

Leave me eating my fufu with fire

 

The far-off sight

Of the stilled adukuro mu nsuo

Leaves my throat calling for help

A call to the ancestors

Who masticate serenity

In their shrine

We Call

We Cry

We Plead

 

Give us reason

 

Give us...

 

Peace

MY LIFE (2011) ADU .E. K. POKU



How I long to see your face today

But all I see

Are your feet 

Lingering

In my weak memory

I mourn you today,

My life

Here I lie in dismay

Because thy wise mistress says

Gold and silver I cherish

Not the ink of a fool on paper

How sweet it looked

Seeing my first fruit

My companionship

With your mistress produced,

 

All I have today

Is a seed of this fruit

Forgive me

My life,

For your name

I remember not,

Forgive me

For I call you my life,

For my work’s sake

Oh how gay I am

At the sight of your feet

My life

For thy body’s photo

Is nowhere to be found

 

The photographer remembers not

 

I mourn you

My life

But I mourn your mistress not.