Goal

He looses his mark
The striker enters the eighteen
One two and three
A goal it is, G-o-a-l!

The screaming and shouting
From empty stomachs they come
The throwing of legs and hands
By the weak and weary
The noises they follow, the blind
For a brief moment forget
Their plights and frets

Tooting horns fill the streets
Blood from the wounded and dead too
Uncontrollable joy mounts up
uncontrollable pain in the hearts
Bloodless wounds which could
No be nursed an entire life time
Assets and properties will be gained
In difficulty for generations unborn
And lost in ease in a flash

Glasses will clash without breaking
Throats will open ready to swallow
Earned sweat till tummy fills up,
Till our eyes plea to our feet

For a brief moment
We cry no more
Peace and security
Hunger and thirst
Justice and righteousness
Equality and one for all
Not all for one.

Few filled pockets, have all our resources
Leaving the cries unsolved
Misplaced priorities by wicked men in pajeros
Where majority will listen and not hear
This cry until they be over:
The damage with the euphoria of the ball entering the net.

My wretched soul

Moments spent with you like
The brightness just before the cloud cover
The sun, very gentle , pleasing and short
Far before the showers be opened
Onto the poor earth just to flood it

One searched that light
That brightened his dark being
Because of where one came from
Because one once lived there:
With the light and in it was
Covered one like a strong metal shield

Those rays that one searched
To replace that beam, that
Brightness just before the rain
Was once far away until
Eyes met the telescope, that
Which brought it nearer

One expects that it will
Live with us and not
Like those others: the short lived
Lightening splashes that
Ushers in the trumpet sound
Of the clasp of thunder

If it were a gift
I would replace with another precious one
If it were a poem
I could write lines unending
If it were a song
It would be sang by an orchestra
And forever will live in the minds and hearts

Oh wretched soul that I have
Become for not being able to keep
The light after piercing through me
But allowed it to move out
Into the deep dark making
Me lonely, cold and without purpose
The bats, only to see and hear them

Close your eyes and make a step
And you’ll know how it feels
To depend on people, to be led by
Strangers and those who mock
You at the end; they near you
Because of what they get from you
Oh wretched soul that I am.

From the distance a thick rain cloud
Approaches and sends shivering
Through me from the head to the scalp
Now that the winds blow steadily
I could not tell how soon they’ll arrive
To cover the beam that I have found
O wretched soul that I’ll become

strike, throw and smell

Strike with experienced fingers
Strings of the harp
Just once and
More than once
Would be heard in harmony

Throw with your strength
As weak as a pregnant lady
Just once a pebble
More than once the sight
The ripples after the splash

Smell the foul smell
In the land of the rot
Grows the lotus amidst
The dropping and coloured water
Into clean petals white and spotless

fallen tree

He cut the tree
Falls the pear, its fruits
Its moaning and groaning
Heard he not
Its beauty saw he not
With thick trunk, the birds
Around surround in blue
A farewell to their friend.

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Crowded for food because
Can not cook at home.

Leaf picking with beaks alone
In order to build their home.

Where stagnant waters flow
Doing same seeing her yawn.

What did he do to her?

What did he do to her?
she who leaps to hag
and leans when cannot cling,
who has weighed anchor
that keeps her trust
and has woven the spider’s web
so thick and uncut a web,
around her thawing heart
which flows away at the rising
of the burning sun.

those bloodless wounds though
healed and beaming with smiles
which has replaced her far away look
stands to conquer and resist
the attacking soft and charming words
from any corner at any time
no matter how long it takes
at the mercy of her cherished principles.
Principles that were not only thought of but
Experienced from where the hear t formed the pact
Which has brought no one any good.

What did he do to her
That after so many years
A barrier has been formed
So formidable an with alloys stronger
Than steel and though has recovered
Years ago , those around her now,
Her pain they still feel
More than has been unleashed
On her several years ago?
So unthinkable her effect on them.

After what he did to her,
She who leaps to hag
And leans when can not cling
Will lift anchor but when,
As her thawing heart flows away
And goes waste on the dust y floor?
If only will have the power
I will cut down the spiders web
Making her love again
And freeing them from her imprisonment.

She whose voice calms the angry
And the quick tempered but
Failed to calm herself
Losing all what meant much to her,
Unfulfilled dreams which could come
To pass if only would allow one to cut
That which seems to be an obstacle,
A borne fear of the unknown
This present time not to remain

Butterfly and dragonfly

Flies in the air everywhere
Yet are not heard
Butterflies and dragonflies
On and around the coloured
Petals, which shows their glory in bloom

Butterflies in the air
Ready to sap of the nectar
As swiftly followed the dragonfly
Whose entrance was denied when
Ready to grab his juice,
Save the butterfly

In the belly they are felt
An unpleasant feeling
Which is wished to end
But the dragonfly not
So close, let alone enter
But afar from them remained

Butterfly kisses!! The petals
And their colourful smell shouted
Again and again until
It gave up the chase.
Poor dragonfly a sorrowful fly
As its lips wish for this taste

LOCKED INDOORS

Indoors the blue bird stays
Like a bat in the day
When it must spread
Its colourful wings
Across the clear heavens
Like a star in cloudless night

Strength and vigour fills his veins
Industry and innovation
So full of immense wealth untapped
Acquired through tiresome study
In higher education to develop
His wings and attain his real blue colour

His place of abode lies in the
Grasses and shrubs and no more
The fruitful pear trees, cut
And in its place, many stores
And super markets patronized
By a few wicked people in pajeros
No shelter over his head, he has,
No break in an endless job hunt
From the appearance of the sun
To the moon, such an inheritance
For others like him competing a place
For a daily morsel under any tree.

Where are you, trained blue bird
Who can sing the melodious songs
Which would drive away
Like the pied piper of Hamelin
Our unquenchable thirst and hunger
Our engulfing illiteracy and waste
That plagues the poor on the dusty path?

Where are you selfless blue birds?
For butterflies are now homes as pest
And rats and cockroaches friends of man
…and they blame their ancestors
For not being brave and wise enough
For allowing into their abode, the white man.

Will we have the pear tree, when?
…the fruitful tree, when will it grow tall
When planted again? Our blue birds lie sorrowfully
And homelessly like a stranger in their own land,
Though a graduate, being sought for
In lands afar by numerous pear trees.

AYEKOO !

Ayekoo son of Nkroful
Kwame was his name
Do you not know him, tell me?
He who returned to the coast of gold
He who named it after the ancient empire
Ghana our beloved country
Did you not hear it:
My Adomi bridge, my Tema habour
And the solid infrastructure
Because he believed in her?
We remember as
We salute you for that end:
The struggle for our independence.
We salute you for the motivation:
The struggle for African liberation.
They too, salute you:
The AU’s initiatives
The whites who even opposed you
Ayekoo they say
To the proud son of Nkroful
Wo jogban, Kwame
Wherever your soul lies.

Before the knock

The confused mind, wandering thoughts… spoken words
Terrifying fear … action or inaction, gay or pain
Hovers around settling down
When not permitted
Blinding the weak eyes, shutting down
The straining ears and ceasing breaking breadth.

Open your weak eyes
Even when it is dusty and dark,
Too bright too crowdie
Allowing not the piercing
Sword of the mind and the sharp
Fork tongue more poisonous
Than the scorpion and the rattle snakes.

Open your straining ears not to the banshees
But the sweet soothing song of the bluebirds
Comforting many as it rains.
Through out the ages yet
Has none to comfort
But the smiling moon and passing fleece.

None to speak to because
Surrounded by the cold and thorny trees
Short to its reach…
By the long winter nights of starless skies
And the short sunny days
Its words, voices like echoes waiting
To be accepted and heard, opened
To be loved by those it loves.

Gay or pain whatever it be
Fed up by the silence which
It protects and nurtures
Because of others that came its way
Shortly but devastating
Polluting and looting its enchanting voice
That lips imitate in failure.

Open and loose, release and allow
The mind and thoughts for a change for once
For us, for good and well-being
For that future, for them and all others
Below or higher, to what the aching and aging ears
Will hear from the weary mouths of what the weak eyes see
The truth it is, only will tell, the coming moments.

Respect long gone

…that light, too bright
On my face to shine
And blind my horrible sight.
Hide it!...in the dark
So my senses will live in peace

That light too bright
Once flew that flash so bright
Yet harmful, hurtful
A first experience,
Better if not shown at all

That light too bright
When my mind made complete meaning
And their mind made no meaning
Even though the mountains
Are above with the glaring sun

That light too hot
I could no longer contain
What my eyes saw, not
Alone but all within me too,
As if not too bright

That light, too bright
That your shame could not hide
In the darkness and not
So precious, what we’ve built
To be guarded but destroyed

That respect, long gone
And of the residue after
The fruits with their seeds consumed?
…that hurt too shameful?

Beautiful beast

Hands went towards pain
At the same time that her
Mouth opened to let out her
Sorrowful cry of hurt
For a parting that has been thought
Of but seems to have delayed.

I slept one afternoon, all bright
When I suddenly blacked out
When awoken, no more the keys
To my heart which beside me had lain
Before his arrival, the raid
Of the beautiful beast

Dancing alone

Tap my shoulders and hold my hands
Don’t leave me alone
Because the moon hangs like a ball
And I fear the engulfing dark
Around me if I must dance alone

My blue bird
My own blue bird
Just descended from the clouds
Where it has been colouring
Its colourful feathers.

My blue bird
My own blue bird
Invited I to a party under the blue
In the moon lit night
Started they and all
In pairs except the pear tree

He dances alone
To the melodious blowing wind
From side to side, its dancing rhythm
Which is heard by the leaves
Dancing to the created echoes

But on its branches hangs
Memories of the past:
How the blue bird has
Sat and leaned against its trunk
Completely drawn in thought with the dance.

Dirt in the eyes

Just a few tarred roads
With many dust y ones
Dirt as hot as a corn cob
Right from the open fire in
Our nostrils and our throats
Feel bitter and sour at once
Taking all these injustices.

Dirt in our eyes
Turning white the two black spot
Blinding even those with lenses.
Dirt that stains and stains our only
White linen and never goes out
Even when applied
The most powerful bleach

Injustice like dirt fills the air
Almost always seen everywhere
Our friends they pose
A just cause to uphold
But deceit and inequality
Born and bread by those
Who claim to be against it

Tears flow from our eyes
More than a pool full
And suddenly all wants to swim in this:
That which came out of the poor

They laugh at us

Secretly in their chambers
They laugh at us when they
give us the role to cut the sod
to commence a project

Secretly they laugh at us
when we come bowing down
to collect their money,
money we’ll pay blowing our noses

Secretly they laugh at us
Making us treat our
Citizens in a manner they wouldn’t
In their own country

Land of the blessed

Below the blue and fleece
Where the sun only shines
At midnight for a while
For the moon to have rest,
Here they hunger and thirst
Amidst the abundance.

The land of the blessed
Where the seen lives
With the unseen and makes
himself known to those
with an extra eye ,
those who really desire him
not for themselves but others.

In the land of the blessed
Together they lived
every agreed moment
But just for a while before a separation
Into other lands to bless it
and make it like their own.

Returning to the land of the blessed
To restore their strength
To receive their sight again
To be remembered of the promise
The promise of the invisible
To the visible for that great day.

Here , friends and lovers will stay
With enemies and foes
And will not suffer, their soul,
Against their terrible plans
But the elements and the stars.

There below the blue and fleece
His stale voice will be
To make us special a breed
According to his will
In order to be like him
In the land of the blessed.

EL CEMENTERIO

Se vive aquí, las mañanas están
tranquilas, muy ocupadas por
las tardes con diversos ruidos
que se empiezan desde los
animales a los hombres y sus
cosas. Los que a veces se
permiten y se disfrutan otras

veces se llenan de dolor y
tristeza. El ruido por la tarde
calurosa se oye con tanta pena.
¡El cementerio! Los pájaros
melodiosos, el bocinazo del
coche, gente que continúa a
quejarse. Aquí se quedan los
pájaros solos cuando salgan los

coches y se acompaña el clarín
de canto fúnebre. ¡El cementerio!
muy solo pero lleno de toda gente
diversa: rica y pobre, humilde y
altiva, plebeya y famosa. Este lugar
tranquilo, bajo cuyas tumbas
continúa una vida activa con
alegría y abundancia. La vida

de las termitas, la de la lombriz.
Este lugar silencioso que se llena
de la muerte, Arriba de las
tumbas, hay las flores vistosos
las hierbas verdes y los arboles
grandes. ¿Puede olvidar
a los roedores y los saltamontes?
El cementerio nuestro cabo,

nuestra agonía y tribulación.
Acá nuestro gemido termina y
allá vive ella también, la más
bonita y cariñosa llena del
humor y la pasiόn. La desean
todos, su sonrisa su ojo
encantado pero temieron ir acá
a menudo, el trocito de miedo

aunque se pinta blanco la tumba
de όseo la tiene miedo. El
cementerio donde nos termina
la memoria aquí nuestra vida
esquiva Aún en la muerte lo
buscan para que les abrace el
cementerio.

Anda ella en la belleza

Anda ella en la belleza como la hoja que cae
Y se balancea tranquilamente desde el baobab
Por la noche cuando hay luna.
Se humedece por la brisa camada que corre
en el abrazo del roció tranquilo mostrando
su destello como la reflexión de un diamante
en la oscuridad miedosa.

Llena de brazaletes en la muñeca con
Los aretes que muestra la luna brillando
Cuando los rayos le caen.
Sus mejillas poco pulidas son patadas por
Las oscuridades y su nariz sonriente y
Y sus ojos encantados son revelados.
Tan irresistibles, que uno no puede decir adiós
Cuando estás cerca de ella sola.

El cetro del universo ella es, a sus pies están
Los tesoros no descubiertos, todo lo que los oídos
Han oído que no se han visto.
Es la estrella brillante que alumbra mi noche,
Arrastrando a todo lo que respira.
Como una reina, los adornos que lleva
Cerca de ella y tan grácil su andar que
Define la elegancia cuando estás cerca de ella sola

Su gracia, no la pueden comprender los magos,
Su toque cambia el metal crudo en oro,
Se siente su calor en sus abrazos y eso es bastante
Para que se derrita su nervio helado, que convierte
el dolor en memorias alegres.
Nacido del rostro que se hunde en mil barcos
y destruye las torres altísimas, haciendo a los
hombres inmortales con sus besos, que son tan
maravillosos en sólo de pensar cuando estás
cerca de ella sola.

Como un vivero a los cultivos, como la sombra
Que nos da, nos echamos debajo de su frente,
como niños para las generaciones venideras.
Desde lejos por la noche ventosa y brumosa
Todavía anda ella en la belleza sola
Aunque se está lejos de ella.

Dígame

Dígalo,
Dígame como es
Como un cuento dicho a un niño
Muy sencillo y preciso
Todo dígalo
Desde el momento que los rayos
Cayeron en sus ojos estableciendo
la fundación de nuestra fuente gloriosa
que no se ha secado.

Dígalo
dígame como es
como el esfuerzo tremendo
muy calmo y liberado
todo dígalo
desde el momento sus afectos
cambiaron en los nubes inundando sus ojos
y trayéndose a una parada
todas las actividades.

Dígalo
Dígame como es
Como el canto que le ayuda a dormirse
Que se abre desde la trampa sin fondo
Donde se lo ha encadenado
Todo dígalo
Que calmante y relajante para una persona
cuando siente al cabo que está libre
despertándose y dándose cuenta que se dormía

Oh dígame
dígame como es
como es el primer paso de un niño
muy difícil y despacio.
todo, dígame.
pues estoy listo y una persona decidida ahora
para empezar cualquier viaje
si sólo lo que hace o dice,
si sólo sé, lo que hacer que me llega Ud. enamorado

La cita

Desesperado, como se puede decir
en lo que hago:

mirando a estos ojos brillantes,
los sentimientos de estos toques,
las sonrisas radiantes que lleva Ud.
cerca de mí,
compartiendo mi casa conmigo,
levantándome muy temprano para verte
cerca de mí,
y abrazándoles en tus abrazos nuestros niños
para que se consuelen.

Jamás me ha tocado mucho en el pensamiento
que teniendo el placer de salir para siempre contigo.