In recent times poetry has been on study rise to prominence it has in its own way gained relevance in the heart of the little Ghanaian.
Poetry a work of art with dots and rhymes, poetry the ink of society, the words of the wise which are mostly nuisance, makes sense here, there and then.
An empty space works makes it full the wisest saying but an insult to the fool who never gets it. The blank white sheet, the knife that slices the meat, the ink makes the difference telling stories of the past the present and the unknown.
Taking it shape, it’s meaning floating in space, with the wondering mind the searching thoughts trying to catch it with the hand but grows weary.
poetry, treason , reason can’t look can’t stand can’t ignore the fact that it has been underground for so long, it stood in line , it had its own song. sick rhyming punchlines.
The cat and bull sat on the kitchen stool they had nothing to eat but knew the heavens was on heat to pop down manna in a marvelous manner.
The world never expected that the rejected would stand and proclaim goodness a sense of belonging. It has been underground for so long the wind whirling round our ears if not for centuries then years.
A spider weaves it nest, a fly gets caught in its predicament unable to move again solely in disdain.
Poetry like a mother gives rise to new inspirations, poetry like a mother the spine of society.
Poetry the river of thoughts flowing into streams of ambiguity, poetry you are welcome.
We just live once, twice is a SECOND CHANCE, don’t hold onto the hurt the pain and disgrace they inflicted on you Vengeance is of the lord CORAZON INDOMABLE. just Cruz, just chill, ease the adrenaline rush at ACALPOCO BAY, they laugh at you call you fat but you are MY SWEET FAT VALENTINA, don’t worry we shall return and return the pain they inflicted on us, call it, LA PATRONA, strong sensation I feel anytime u come around and I feel like touching you my HIDDEN PASSION, without you, is like carrying a curse on my head BELLA CALAMIDAD never letting you go is THE PROMISE, ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE, sitting at bank of the DESTINY RIVER knowing I mistrust you come back my ROSALINDA, I have got to act fast cos our love is TIMELESS. I will raise over your head a SHELTER FOR LOVE, cos of this love you have got more foes than friends my EVA LUNA, your woes never go away on your head I see the crown of tears CORONA DE LA GRIMAS. Our story is just like in the telenovelas, I LOVE YOU.
It is what I see I make meaning of,
My feelings are mine so I keep discrete.
Truth be told I fear my dreams
A clear projections of what I believe
They come in various forms
Not following any norms or breaks any don’ts.
My reality my heaven
This is the place I can behold
Truth be told this is what I see
And it is what makes me sane.
The tangible, the believable, the real deal
This is the place for me.
My eyes, the very things I don’t want to see is what is brought before my eyes.
I thought eyes are supposed to see the best in people not the worst.
Is it a choice, is it really necessary? Did my confusion cause this?
Is it what it wants me to see or it is me who makes them happen?
I prefer the better ones but what I get never amuses me.
Truth be told what my eyes sees is never what I get call it utopia.
I ask myself could this be it. Is this what I have always been waiting for? The sensation I feel inside, would it be the man from the sky would it be the one to take away the pain in my heart, to operate on these scars that they left when all was done. Would it give me all that it has got would it be patient when I feel insecure if it is true, would it understand if I say “ I am not sure you do and I just want to take my time cos they have left these scars that breaks me anytime I remember. What would it do, would it stay? Would it? Would it tell me how beautiful I am would it caress me when am in pains would it hold my hands when we walk through the park would it kiss me in between alleys when no one watches. would it say “I will never let you go no matter what you say or do cos that is the reason I fell in love with you and besides the sun you are the brightest thing ever to shine on me, you are true and I would love nobody else but you. So close your eyes let us sit in this twilight as I watch the golden sky caress your hair, you are beautiful and i love you.”… So I would ask, what might this be, could it be, would it be or could it might have been love.