Your friend

The only friend you can count on in a strange land is the police 

when other helpers fail and comforts flee

When you lose that friend, no purpose 

is worth serving

Survival in life

Your survival in life

is never in looking out for yourself

but in the many lives 

you help to preserve

Painful Ordeal

The wait was forever

in the resistance endless

of that ordeal painful  

Waiting for a come back

The parting was unbearable:
they looked on and watched each other
You lost your smile
I lost my speech
Although our eyes met 
it signified nothing:
it didn't stop you from driving into the endless thick darkness of the night
I am at the same place where you left me that night
with your faintest memory
I can't bear losing all of you
come back quickly!

Who will believe my story

Who will believe my story?
Just as some are born great
some have greatness bestowed on them
and some work to attain it,
there are others born to meet others
to prepare the way of others
and to join others for a worthy cause.
Oh roses among your daddy's daughters
tell him who quickly wants you in holy matrimony
that the prince is born
and he is ready to comb your yellow hair

Our Gallant Soldiers

sons of the golden soil

sons of the men

sons with our name

we sing your praise

on our shoulders we lay

your solemn remains 

broad chested men

whose guns still sound

on the way beyond

you we mourn

our dear loss:

you are gone

we share 

and 

we bear 

what we split: 

your grief

not alone to lift

to share 

is to care

to care 

is to be there

to be there 

 

in person 

in thoughts

in deeds

in words

in prayer

best at rest

beyond the worst

be at rest

 

* In honour of the 5 Ghanaian soldiers 

who lost their lives last year in peacekeeping

and the many others all over the world.

He bids you come

Tell them  

there is no hiding under my sun  

there is no need coming if it is only a favour  

if you cannot bear my shame and reproach  

that mark that I now bear.  

 

Come now if you want me too  

the night is young before sunrise  

When you come it's forever  

Because you are worth more than what you have   

When you come we'll be together  

never again to leave my sight 

 

He bids you come  

He bids you light   

He bids you fair speed  

 

Do not tarry 

 

 

Words can't say it all

 
I said it all to you, oh wind
“That this is not the place”
And left a part concealed
But I will say these few words

Going is like broken mirrors patched with glue when told
Like white linen soiled with palm oil
Going is like the lonely silence
The hands which yearn a touch
The cries which pour out on hearing a loss

Gone with the truth
Firmness, politeness, fairness
With her smile, patience
Her repetition and understanding
When will there be another like you
I can’t stop asking even when I know there is no answer
I am glad I was in your final class

Those who enjoyed your best the last 

Indeed
some things are best not said
Some things
words cannot say them all

Like today, 

like yesterday
Like the last day of class
 
What I will say
It might be long
Don’t be gone for long
Let the contact be long

Prof. Garabano

At her last class meeting

You are the one

 

Out of the dark corner that hides me
The shame that shadows my crown
I stand in the middle of the journey
Waiting to continue with you
We spoke of my crown and my search
It was that night we first exchanged words
That night you saw me take my bow before the crowd
That die is already cast
I have found her at last
And you are the one

THEIR HOME

Crowded for food in lost hope
in a hunt the axe destroyed their own.

Leaf picking with beaks alone
in feeding and building their home.

Where the roaring winds blow
close to a hanging nest on a pole.




Officially published by Rio Grande Review, 2024. SCI-FI ISSUE. SOLASTALGIA.
Click url below for audio of the poem 

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1LnwU25OwEnpZDpiQzmYJl6D2ES9W5zjI/view?usp=drivesdk