Bulls at the water banks

Will I use my strength again?

The bulls must go to the water banks.

Should one watch them

If they decide their feet alone

The cool calm waters to stir.

Well, at sunset, surely

One will drag them home.

Should I mind if they still thirst?

9/1/2014

SHOT WITHOUT A GUN

Bathed with the gel of beauty

Smiling like a sister to the clear sky

When suddenly a burst out from the bloom

The unexpected early morning rays

Oh how she jerks her head in the arena

Only an audience I am

I feel I should do same

The only way to get a clear shot without a gun

Dedicated to Naa Atswei after a view of her photo shot

on the 21st of August, 2014

DOES IT END HERE?

Does it end there?

With falling leaves

And drying greens

And farming soil

Does it end there?

With falling rain

And scorching sun

And dry windy air

Does it end there?

Strong tide lifting

And anchor drifting

And cables straying

When tears get dry

And clouds roll by

With its darkness

Will it end there?