When I awake

When my eyes open each morning

To realize am still with the living

My thanks to the one who has raised me up again

In strength to have another chance to worship him in gay

To see you 
If not to be near or possess you.

Worms under my skin

Oh worm my skin finds

Irresistible its penetration

Like the awakening sun

On a glacier surface

My icy waters outpour

At your presence the more

From nowhere you appeared

Why this feeling

This feeling to possess you

Ideas and ideals are in the hands of a dreamer.

The Stars and Moon

Where have all the stars gone

I asked the fading moon

Alone he lay on a bed of silent expanse

And a sleeping glowing pillow

Alone he shined for all

And none showed him even a smile

Of gratitude nor belonging

Alone the scary nights

The catcalls of the bats

Filled his memory all night

And raging waves his ears

Breathe thou continuously this freshness

While the hands stayed at my side

With this gaze into perpetual endlessness

Legon, The Pride Of The Stars

Here we are

the pride of the stars

here we are

the black star hanging in the gold

between the flora and the blood

            we call thee to arise

            arise oh Legon arise!

Thou tongue that spits in the heart

thou hand that holds high the sceptre

thou who blazes the trail

thou on whose shoulders we stand

thou who has reached the highest

            to thee we say ayekoo

            to thee our remembrance even from the grave

The old mother of the feeding hills

the hope of the coast of gold

the cloth that covers our nakedness

the silence is deafening

the shining light we await

            we’ve called thee to arise

            fill us full thy enlightened breadth!

When we see the dew fall on our lawn

from thy bountiful sky in the morn

when the tower light at the great hall

has shown the only way through the dawn

surely we shall see thee

            arisen oh Legon arisen

            shining brightest above, among the stars

After I bubble 'I do'

She wore her cowries

I wore my colours

Shooting star? Changing clouds?

Before I bubble I do

Promise fulfilled held up

Divinely designed dots

Ready to swear into time

On tip-toe not from thick lips

But on her lipstick

After I bubble I do

I will wear her cowries

She will wear my colours 

Throw me no corn

You throw me corn

My feathers to tie

So that in your time

You pass me water

My throat to slash

With subtleness you sing my praise

How glorious my feathers are

You chant my admiration

Only for my beak to open

Its booty at thy feet to fall

Middle Of Nowhere

In the middle of no where

I am

Not knowing if I should go on

I wonder

In the middle of nowhere

I find nothing

Nothing I am searching

But hay and dry grass

One laughing at the other

One crying after laughing

Terrible things I cannot say

Horrible, better than all I have seen

I don’t know.

Who am I?

Of course I am not a beast

I know

I chew grass

Unlike the ground underneath my feet

I throw away the water that seeps not through my pores

Dullness Like Darkness

I watched the sky all night

And not a single star fell off

On my eye’s radar

I watched the day stay

Full of brightness

I, full of dullness like darkness

Oh,

Voices ordered me to stop

Infront , 

A deep gully

Big, 

A story building to hide

And will yet go on

Not minding the thoughts

Piercing sparks on the mind

Oh going on is going back

A loss of your life may be

A loss from your life can be

I will not count the numbers

Down and down deep I breathe

Breath bringing death I see

I struggle to hold on even to straw

Then the calm and no more I saw

But fire,

Fire burning

Burning running

Running coming

It’s gone I saw it

It’s gone I saw them

Hard, motionless, dark ash,

Metal standing frame

Of a car

Of a petrol filling station

It’s gone I heard it

It’s gone I heard them

Passing through

Descending down the bridge

The heavens heavy grew

Hard wholly on us had emptied

Their cries call in the echo

Trace our bleeding broken hearts

I will not count the numbers

What the gutters have gathered

Thunder bolts raged, rains opened wide to swallow

When for hours we received and wished they seized

I will not count the numbers

At Avenor, Alajo, Adabraka, Caprice, Odornaa, Faanofaa, Kaneshie

How have your homes turn rivers

Fathers cry, sons lay dead in arms

Mothers refuse to be comforted

The cock crowed at noon

And none did hear

The night sky revealed

And our minds noisy to keep

Call me the rain maker

The clouds have gathered

He passed on into time

And left us with none

We boil in silence

We struggle in this dumbness

The rivers danced this double tune

They played a tune so strange

The rivers danced the dance of drunkards

That they drank and got drunk

They danced and danced

They lost their courses into rooms

Away from home they are

Now who will carry them home?

Oh their distant voices carried away

Their bodies desecrated by strange hands

While behind the veil

At their love ones they wave

Ye who live in Alajo I call thee

But will not count the numbers

I call thee who lie in front of shops

In kiosks on pavements

In and in front of shops

In caprice and Avenor who stood on beds

And left love ones up

On high places in rooms

I call thee who had sleepless nights

On the eve of June 4, 2015

Standing till day break at Faanofaa

While lorry stations turned lakes

And streams over night

I call thee whose merchandize obeyed the flood water’s charm 

I call thee to stop the blames and relieve the pain

To form pacts and swiftly act

Ghanaians, strangers, neighbours and friends

From afar and beyond I call thee

To join and share resources

To save our sinking ship

Have the peace that surpasses understanding

Hold on while day break is nigh

The sun sleeps not forever

With dryness in its wings

It will wipe our tears

It will carry away our fears

Support the weak and help the afflicted

Demrifa due, Kpo afee nook

Their numbers blowing in the wind

But will never count them

All what the flood water has stollen

Indecision

A lovely girl on a lonely highway

A broken heart mended more than twice

A gaze of two unknown waters

Splashing out not a tear 

But Indecision, all
If I may call

Will dark clouds roll again?

I met you after a downpour

held up at the lids of my eyes

and caused the contours of my face

not only to appear but deepen

the sun-rays pierce through the darkness

soon the sky its shadows lose

and the sun at its peak be

someday when away
in my thatch hut when in gay 

will these dark clouds roll again?

When something is done because something has to be done, nothing is done.

The golden beam bids you come

The bells have rang, her morning has come

the ears hear the cheers

the waters of Thames blessing her soul, even the dew of heaven

Albion Kings and Queens born and gone

on your shoulders and laps another like you will lie

Arms that held her high never get tired

while lisping speech remains

and crawling limbs stand not on their own

We hail you, even the womb and that strong arm

for making you fourth in succession, in the realm

From the white hall come                                                   

even from the Court of Saint James

Come England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland

Come hither come hither from far and beyond

We’ve seen her majesty, Charlotte Elizabeth Diane

Princess of the realm where the sun never sets

To My Fairy Queen

But for you I have been painting the sky

Only to suit the colour in your eyes

More gorgeous than the rainbow.

My fair fairy queen

Fairy of the choicest ornaments

Which eyes have never seen

Ever adorned by the fairest princesses ever lived.

The sun will not leave in the morning

Without your dressing wand

Shaking its short tail in your hand

Oh fairest among fairies.

Queen of all fair fairies

Before you the lilies bow in their bloom in the valley

The sunflowers are left dazed

Marveling at your handiwork in the high heavens.

Will you come with the sun in the rain

Or when the moon turns red at night?

Tomorrow I shall appear at the banquet

Don’t fail me at my side 

Oh fair fairy.

SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF THE SUN

We are sons and daughters of the sun

Are you the sand on which it falls?

Hot and heavy to make you

This place is our home

You call it Africa, Ghana

We dance in the music of the rain

In tenderness our soul nourishes

On the elephants we ride in glory

With the lions and tigers

We call it beauty

When they grow green

Adorned by their flowers

We call it peace

When from their rocky heights they fall

And our mother shines through them

O Africa, Africa, where art thou

Virgins and wild of the undying mother

Your sons will flourish like the stars in the dark night

And your daughters like the sands at the beach at day

Forever bowing to your glorious call

Forever proud to be from you

BEFORE PASSING THE NIGHT

I read your lips

So he can hear aloud

I see you who stand at the stop

Not knowing where to go

With your stick and only flipflop

He has already seen you

Whereas I have just noticed you

You will walk and walk

Only for a single sale

The hand that went into the bag

Will not come back again

The pocket is full

But hands will not go into them

O flat soles of shoes

Worn out and sloped to a side

It has rained this evening

Cars hardly pass and yet at the stop

I see you who stand without a pullover

There will you pass the night?