Friday, 26 June 2015

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.

Thursday, 14 May 2015

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?


AFTER THE PRAISES



When all is done
And your praises sang

The master of good works
Will put you to rest

Anew a times
He alone is wise 

To face his wrath
Brimstone from his hearth


Thursday, 30 April 2015

sting me to bleed


It was like a whistle from the trees
My name
I know the wind had blown it
My way
From afar it has come
O vipers without venom
Sting my bloodless heart so it bleeds
The blood running through my veins,
It’s been still,
Its beat I can no longer hear
Because you are no more here