Time To Pause And Reflect

Yet another time to pause

and enter into reflections

How it has all happened

Following your thoughts not on him

as if all that matters was Him;

And Him who allows all things

will allow what you don’t think.

IT WILL PASS YOU BY

Round and round the circus goes

Laden with a composite spill: innocent blood

He is not death

But the trumpet that precedes it

From Asia and Europe

Among the sons and daughters of the sun at last

Like rumors now reality

Legs and hearts breathe their last

And can save no vaccine no cure

The brave men hide

The wise men run

The weak wonders how to survive

Just a cough, a handshake

Just a sneeze, a spit

That contact, that fluid exchange

Prices high, schools close down

Everything moving to a stand still

… The circus still goes

Innocent blood falling down

Stay calm

And do the right

You’ll finally find

It passing you by

Leander David ©2020

Onions close to the eyes

Burning desires which left painful ashes

Have been sprinkled on my tongue to lick

Bitter than gall what appealed to the nose

Which in a sneeze was forced out

And filled full the wind pipe

Oh now what winds followed these painful actions

Opened eyes which will acclaim others and not me

Goodbye said and well said

Should not be like onions close to the eye

If the heart speaks

If the heart speaks

The mind will follow

My heart spoke

Years before her heart spoke

Is there anything a man of honour shouldn't have?

Your love, my home

Beyond the white and green

Flowers bloom on the shelf

The red romantic candles

And the delicately painted

White sticks I see

Is what has made me whole

What has made this house mine

Your love, my home

What love is hate that loves

What love is hate that loves

That leaves the rest for you

Abandoned so early so shocking to be true

Hopes rely on that which is so thin

Can break that which is so precious

when abandoned, feeling sadder than horror movies

waiting for love in silence

not a word to send you away

will love come when I am gone

would I find love when away

closed lips and minds harboring a noisy confusion

ready to explode a single pierce

love for man blinds the mind

links the classes, races emerge in

love for man if not to the end

worse than before it began a rebirth of class and race

whom to tell that gall so bitter

no one to trust not even friends

seeing yourself wasting away slowly like a landslide

slowly your whole world you’ll see unfold

At my sick bed, at my side

At 70, weaker in strength

Duller in memory than I

She has done it

Over and over again

And now feels no pain

She has done it

What she has ever protected

her gain

In silent whispers

In the echoes of the present

You are all I have,

don’t put me to shame

They will laugh at us,

just put a little in your mouth

At the entrance of my life still calling

Fight on “Brother”

Fight for that life

I am out now

thinking...

I heard a shout

not a cry

We might be bruised
yet standing,

ever fallen

but up,

heart still within

for all,

eyes still gazing

at the goal.

No man can stop

but us delay.

Thank you my own

On this mystical path I am blessed

but you, my own, who will have

when i think of it?

The thoughts of you around 

that you will be there

frees me from acts of shame and sham

from crime and eternal cries

For all timely support

through thick and thin

you tack me in night and bright 

like the early morning dew on the tendrils

before the damsels awake to fetch water 

from the wells and oases to nurture

You bless my countenance fallen

like you have always done

ever faithful ever assured

even when I was a stranger

now your love

your own

... thank you my own.

© Emperor Leander David

Dedicated to Proph 25.6.2019

Love unconditional is perpetual. It will only seek to make happy, better and protect not possess.

                                                 

Without the people there is no family. Every member matters even the little ones. Never destroy any member of the family. When you hurt a member it is really wise to say sorry and even when a member refuses to apologize, know that it is always greater to forgive.

When you see many mass up against you, know you have in possession something of great worth they all want. Let not your heart fear. Don't let go.

The planting time might be over because fruits are showing but it's not over until you taste the yearning fruit. Stay your guard.

 You will never win if you fight with a heart meant for war when it's only a misunderstanding among friends and lovers. At the end there will be nothing left.

You will never win if you fight with a heart meant for war when it's only a misunderstanding among friends and lovers. At the end there will be nothing left.

More than a name

I am more than a name
and a face
why look for this alone
to know me?
I am all that
what i ask
talk about,want, think
and all i have not done,
not thought of or said.
I am more than a face
not a mere name.

2019 UNESCO POEM OF THE DAY

Long gone the feather’s cry

After those with wings mounted them up

Entered ice, silence and motionless

Which took away a tribe’s eyes

Long quenched the night sky with its fire

Which kept our souls alive

And vibrated the cause of society

Now ruins, desert and desolation

Long departed the single eyed man

Who shined above the tree top high

And turned our folks to go gay not this flux of feign smile

This baritone voice without any loveliness

Abandoned within a wind of confusion

A flicker of candlelight in the valley reaches the mountain top

Burns with the tongue and dream of a tribe forgotten and unknown

Still purer: its ideals, values and heritage although flowing within the boisterous dirty waves

© Emperor Leander David
Read on the 31st of March by
Mr. Abdourahamane Diallo
Unesco Representative in Ghana and Head of Office

Prof Kwabena Nketia

Dust to dust and ashes to ashes

was not said of the fine dust

which was blown and now in our entrails

It remains forever relevant

forever in the hearts purer

In the souls fresher

in the minds uncorrupted

Behind the veil I see

a psyche leaves its body,

dark skin so tall that penetrates the skies

A master builder of the times

who once lived in a coast of gold

south of the Sahara

where the Greenwich meridian cuts across

The light at the great hall dimming

Oh Legon loses its own, a professor, a composer

A maestro and father to ethno music

Great masters never fall

they sleep the long sleep

The sleep of the fathers, the ancient ones

We will mourn not your loss

Because we still have them

What you left mankind

What you stood for

Your idles, dreams

Your handiworks, deeds

Oh master, master composer,

master of the arts you are

Nature in harmony you left us

In letters, signs

keys, lines

sounds fine,

tunes in rhymes

They vibrate and echo at the same time

They float and navigate tribes, cultures

A soul that made audible and plain the language of souls

the messages of the powers that be you captured

to shape a whole generation, an era, a civilization a time

There is beauty in harmony of notes

but you led us to unity through musical harmony

Oh master, master mind

Once I sought to see you

but now I have all of you even those who think in line with you

I wanted to hear your voice

but now have it even with the echoes of your voices

I wanted to feel your presence

but now I have more to feel than that,

your overwhelming influence across the seas and beyond the spheres

In the mind’s eye we still see you

A life like a river which flowed in the dirty boisterous waves

yet never lost its colour, fresh smell and taste.

Oh life is death, death’s liveliness and youth, its storm before the calm.

Death is life, life before another begins.

In death is life, a transformed life.

Life never ceases, it pauses several times to renew itself

and transformed into other garbs when death calls

giving way to other different forms of life.

Legon will arise

Ethno music will survive

Whatever you loved will still smile

Wo jogban Emeritus Prof. Kwabena Nketia

 

Flower seeds and thistles

He only watched

While his hands were tied at the back

Sighs and tears shed in silence

Will fall on the ground

Your seeds to grow

You will harvest not all alone

But with all your own

Flower seeds can never grow up thistles

Return to its sender

He looked helpless

Yet you gathered all your might and strength

To kick him out

He only erred and he pleaded

Yet you never forgave but for him to only loose his peace

You were at peace

The time had come your winds were his friends

The wild comforted him

Your time has come

The winds return to its sender

Will you survive the wild?