THE MOON, THE SUN, THE ROCK

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Only a rock in the ocean I am

The weathering waves around me wash

My nights are lonely my nights are noisy

I yearn to see her, her attention in the skies

I prepare a flower my moon to surprise

Tonight is the night, a married night

And all Is set to see my moon

The sun shone whole my flowers pale

I wondered what more befitting

My moon to surprise

The night is come

In her regalia the moon

In her silvery colour

Three stars her shinning waist held

My night will be long, the tempest the storm 

     A night, a special night

A lonely night, though my moon was up

A flower died twice in my hand

A life

A lonely life of a rock in the ocean

More than a thousand words

Disagree disbelieve

May be right, may be wrong

When earth’s final painting

Of you, of her, of us, of them

Finally painted.

When the hands can feel no longer

Nor none their images repaint,

When the lips, its echoes, share no longer;

Your images will be worth more

Because a thousand words can reach no more.

My monday

I wait for another Monday

Again her guiding smile approaching my way

Widely opened for all to see,

Only me her all to receive.

I wait but when, Monday?

Will you fill my thoughts on Sunday?

Why can’t I wait to see you, Monday?

Longed for, charmed and different

You alone make me feel

My Monday.








Dedicated to Ekua Mrenfua Otoo, 2/12/2013, during her service at the Spanish section, University of Ghana, Modern Languages, Legon

If only heads could talk

If only heads could talk

Moaning and groaning you’ll hear

And how she prefers his hands

Her hairs through to pass

If only the winds be still

The gorgeous walk of her branches you’ll see

Where the bats fly over to the market

Their gossips underneath those broad boughs reveal

If only heads could talk.

I am content

I look at them

I am content

The way he made us

A little lower but his image

I am content.

His abode to dwell

A friend to share his plan

A tower, fortress, shield and sword

And in the scorching sun

Content I am

The way he has made me.

We will get there

We will get there:

A smile it can be

A path in the mind

It can’t fathom

Nor there the eyes see,

Only others around you

When them, it influences positively.

Burrow Into My Cover

You burrow into my cover like a worm

To reveal the inside

My identity

Who said I share?

In it, do you want to be submerged?

Past And Present

Like English spoken in England

And Nigeria or Jamaica

Side by side I stand

With my past and present

Different like the different lands

From which their people come

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A Blue Bird

A blue bird

In a green grass

A jump jump

Into the blue fence

On the green grass

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I Need You Green

I need you, green

Your yellow

To have green

With my deep blue

To have green:

Not deep like my blue

But light like your yellow.

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The Rose I and You

The rains from heaven lashing down

The winds blowing gently around

The noisy sea remained calm

When you held a rose

Given you in your hands

And never threw away

Despite its thorny edges and ends

Its thorny edges you broke

In order to embrace

This rose I am

The rose you are

My rose you have

My rose your rose

Your rose I am

Pure I will be

When on me you fall

Tough I will become

When tossed by your winds

Yet in the calm seas I will be

Swimming with you.