Oceans ~ A Duet With Mum C

amoafowaa:

A blessing working with Mr. Jonathan Ojanpera. Although my head is throbbing, I just have to reblog this before I go on my break. Thank you Lisa, thank you Mr. Ojanpera.

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I had the honor of writing with a truly gifted poetess, Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, of Ghana. Her passion for writing and life in general is palpable across oceans. I am ever amazed at the common ground we as people have despite our drastically different cultures and thousands of miles between us. Her inspiring work can be found on Mum C Writes.

I stare out across this ocean wide
Ponder a world of tranquil breezes
A place void of divisions, strife
The land of no contrast of color

I stare across this ocean wide
Ponder a world of nothing to hide
As beings make mirrors of their fellow beings
And smile to get good pictures of themselves
      
These grand temples adorned for not
Stand on my head for a better shot
Fighting the wars we didn’t start
There must be a land without pain

There must surely be a land…

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PLEADING FOR SOME TIME OFF

Thank you to all those who visit my blog, I am truly humbled and you don’t know how happy you make me when I see traces of your visit in my stats. Blessings to all of you. Due to some forces beyond my control, I need some time to sort myself out for a while. A week or maybe two. Please do pardon my absence. I leave you with this:

broken-wings

BROKEN WINGS

When the wings of the bird breaks

It gets rooted and aches

Seeing all its peers fly

Opens the gates of its eyes to cry

But a voice

Like noise

Reminds it of healing

Restful healing

Healing which will take it to the sky

And it sighs

As it watches the beings in the sky display

All it must do now is to hope to join the play

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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MEDDLESOME HAIR

HAIR

I wish none had hair

Then all could share the rubrics of the fair

Heads;

Round

Pointed

Oblong

Will battle

And mamas will battle

To showcase their handiworks

From birth till cartilages turn bones

Then beauty will be real art

And long silkies,

Beautiful bushes

Short and long

Whatever colour

Will have no voice in beauty

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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REST IN SERVICE

HUMAN MACHINES

Machines

That’s what we are

We work

And work

Some servicing with affluence

Others with water

Others with sand

But like those with water and sand

The affluent servers break down

Maybe without mouths

That’s their way of saying

They need rest

And a rest never hurts

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SOUND JUDGEMENT

Destroyers destroy

Criers cry

Thinkers think

Fools fool

Gluttons eat

Gossips gossip

Nothing so strange about this

Your judgement

Will see you to your destination

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BONSU EEEEEEEE

hearts

Bonsu eeeeeeee

Please bring the huge drum

Akosua wants to drown herself in tears

Because her pig has left her to marry some dirt

I need her tears to fill the drum

So I can help her bathe when she heeds to the call of fatigue

There are so many neat animals

Animals aiming to be your pet

So if you want to die in tears

Please do continue with the tears

Cry a barrel

Cry a drum

And let us join it like a river to the sea

So the whole world will know your feat

Of crying for a pig who loves its dirt

Now, don’t look at me

Please go on and cry

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Namaste

amoafowaa:

Beautiful poem.

Originally posted on WritersDream9:

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Namaste

The God in me sees the God in you

Namaste

You are of great importance and value

Namaste

What you feel matters to me truly

Namaste

What you say I listen to fully

Namaste

I really care about your life

Namaste

I wish for you times without strife

Namaste

I think about you every day

Namaste

Be your friend I will, if I may

Namaste.

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THE BLANKET WITH SECRET HOLES

blankets

You looked warm

And I loved your charm

Your colour

Your fragrance

Your hope

And your zeal to battle the cold

And run into your arms

Suspecting nothing

Then I felt the cold

Started shivering

Felt the ice

Started dying

In your warm embrace

Then I realised

That you are the blanket with holes

Realised too late

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SPANK NOT THAT SPINE

spine

I

That spine

Is not a swine

Treat it fine

And it’ll do you fine

II

Sitting and bending

Lying, twisting and not exercising

Being in one sitting

Feeling it hurting without caring

III 

Just know one thing

It does no flings

Once it is hurt beyond repairs

Its breakage is your breakage, yes, you have that share

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(Today is world spine day, treat your spine with care, it holds your body, be safe)

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WHEN THE LEAVES LEAVE

leaves-in-the-wind

When the leaves leave

The fans will not fan

The winds will wind and wind

But will find no sky toys

And will have to make do with down rooters

Who will never be pawns

In their playfulness

Dust may do

But won’t the wind get bored playing with just one?

Just watch

Play the leaves

Let them leave

And let’s see who will suffer the most

The players on two feet

The wind

Or the left leaves

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

TAKE ME TO THE KOKO RIVER

Hausa koko joint

Take me there

To the big bowl where dead, crashed and boiled millet river lie

With dead roasted ground-nuts tied in heated rubbers as its trees

And debris of dead squeezed sugar cane rest in smaller bowls

Ready to be extinct in the waters of koko

I, like the others, want to taste their sorry remains

And feel superior that they help me grow

I’ll add that flour, from which the soul of corn or wheat cries

And I won’t feel sorry that together with its peers,

They’ve been under heat that no human can stand

It will be better if smashed and grounded beans are crying in hot oil

They too can fill my taste buds with delight

I am filling me with the weak to my restful hole

Please take me there

There are no judges

And I bet anyone knows or remembers those whose lives

They are blessing themselves with

Take me there to get stuffed

Porridge they call it

I’ll eat their corpses without having any conscience problem

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BREAK NO SORRY BREAKERS (HAIKU)

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I

The same safe canoe

Which gently took you to sea

Can also drown you

II

The pot caretaker

Can also be pot breaker

A famous saying

III

So what? She broke pots

Know she gave the tendering hand

And realize that much

IV

We are fallible

She may be greatly at fault

But you are no saint

IV

Break no breakers

They may be broken in thought

And that is no joke

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KNOW YOU

star

See you in a film

Laugh or cry

Be in agreement or angry

Criticise or support

Learn a moral

Most importantly

Know you’re the star

Of the moment

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BE IN TIME

Time

Hear the world’s bell chime

And the world’s air rhyme

See many a  crime

With payment of no dime

See the world as lime

And do goodness mime

Now know your prime

Then you can use your time

In time

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THINK OF ME

poverty

Think of me

Me who sleeps

Sleeps in filth

Filth which reeks pain

Pain which kills

Kills innocent souls

Souls which help

Help in shaping this world

World of chaos

Chaos which makes way

Way for more suffering

Suffering of sadness

Sadness which kills

Kills the soul

Soul which leads

Leads to the spirit

Spirit of the ancestors

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CRAVING FOR CONFUSION

confusion

I

We crave for confusion

Why do I say so?

The white craves blackness

The black craves whiteness

And so we complain to the air

See the white talking in creole

Or is it in blackness?

And see many claiming superiority

Probably because of lack of self confidence of their existence

Now see the blacks

Bleaching their skin

Throwing away the melanin many are craving for

See them craving for rosy cheeks

Which fits them not

And wearing long weaves

Making caricatures of themselves

And crying for equality

As though they seem to think they are not humans

II

As if that is not enough

We now crave for things of animals

Animal claws

Animal eye colours

And we crave for the earth’s

Golden teeth

Silver teeth

III

The creator should have made us so equal

In height

Body

In facial

In colour

So we will always strive to see

Who is who

Because we crave confusion

So confusion we should have gotten

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STANDING FOR ALL (A PRAYER)

PRAYER

I

I live to sin

A not so proud of trademark

As much as possible, please prompt me

Lightning my path for me to  clearly see

II

There are the needs

And there are the wants

Please help my needs

And be graceful with my wants

III

There are the lovers

There are the loathers

There are the carers

And there are those who’ll pay for my extinction

IV

Bless my lovers and carers

Change my loathers or haters and bless them

Occupy their thoughts with fruitful activities

So they’ll forget about their hatred for me

V

I step on toes

Many step on my toes

Please help me see good toes

And heal bad toes even if mine is part

V

If there is a thing

That I covet

Help me remember the world in the coffin

And know those things mean nothing there

VI

With every compounding problem

Please be my master

Let my thoughts be your computer memory

And delete every information which weighs me down

VII

Fill me with laughter

Fill me with joy

And as I stand for all

Hear the prayer of the human race

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THE STARS GLOW

BLACK STARS OF GHANA

They charm us to sleep,

With cheers and happiness,

The crooked lines of disappointments

Have been straightened to glow,

A rise

A fall

A rise

Another rise

And a conquering

Three is to one

Here the Black Stars glow

Charming us into the night

Into happiness

Pride

And sound sleep

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(Inspired by the Black Stars of Ghana’s win against Guinea today, the 15 of October 2014 upon the request of Bilobi Delphina Jentina)

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CHARMING YOU TO SLEEP

RELAX

A shining light beckons

Go, go, go

Step into its realm

And dream

It is not sleep that beckons

It is your angel

Calling in the sweetest voice

With the best of intentions

Intentions of protection

Sleep and let thoughts weep

For the angels rise in defence

They fan and dote on you

So there is no cause for alarm

Be free and let creepies seep through the pores of nightmares

You are a superhuman

Beyond your problems

And dearly loved by your angels

You might not know or see them

But they, more than humans, root for you

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Are We Human? – Guest post by Poetess Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia

amoafowaa:

I am so humbled that I was given a chance to be known outside poetry. Thank you very much Mrs. Lisa Ojanpera on her blog underground energy.

Originally posted on Underground Energy:

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I was strolling through the blogosphere one day listening to the wind blow through the vast expanse when a voice caught my attention. I timidly walked to the door of Mum C Writes. I began to listen to her Poetry, Short Stories and Articles; I was completely captivated. I spent an entire morning listening to her beautiful voice belt out the most wonderful tales and I was overwhelmed with a desire to know who this wonderful woman was and I was not disappointed. Listen to the story of Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia. 

10268519_751790081527607_1344901191134497893_nMy name is Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia and I am an African, a Ghanaian to be precise. I am the third of eight children from my mother’s side and the breadwinner. I have never seen my biological father but I love my stepfather (whose name I carry to death). I grew up the hungry girl on the streets of Accra, striving…

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WILL THE POOR BE SAVED

hunger in Africa

Will the poor be saved?

No! No! No! And No!

They will never be saved

No matter their struggles

Most will fall at the hands of poverty

Because they are businesses

Businesses of some unscrupulous dudes

Who profit at their sufferings

And revel in their misery

The dirtier the better

The more pathetic, the richer they become

Children try to chase hunger in their stomachs

And fail miserably

While sweats for their keep are boiled and drunk by the satisfied

O ye helpers of the destitute from afar!

Please hear my pathetic pleas

See, touch and heal the poor

Never throw your sweats on dirty foams

A word to the wise…

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CRASH OR STOP

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Crashers of nuts

Who crash not their seeds

Water pourers

Who break not the pots

Hear this sound

From a clever mind

If you crash the nuts

Do crash their seeds

If you pour the water

Do crash the pots

Leaving these tells of tales

Of your dumbness of dumbness

If you can’t crash their seeds and pots

Don’t crash at all

And if my language still doesn’t click

I’ll say it plain

If you can’t kill the soul

Don’t touch the body

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CHANGE IN NEGATIVITY

REBEL

Bang! Bang!

Chang! Chang!

Kunklong! Kunklong!

Splash! Splash!

Swish

What is there?

Water hold drums

Food hold bowls

Ground sits on the sofa

While the table sits crossed legged on the television

What is going on?

“Things fall apart

The centre cannot hold”

A look through the windows

Humans have developed wings and are flying

The old order is changing

Virtues have turned vices

Vices have turned virtues

So everything rebels

I too, probably will

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WHEN THE NEEDED FAIL

PEACE

I

When words fail the poet

And drummers’ hands are severed

When songstresses’ voice fail

And the teachers lose their memories

Problems walk on countless feet

II

When hunters lose their swiftness and tools

And cooks lose their hands and taste-buds

And masters become servants

And soldiers lose their strength

Problems walk on countless feet

III

Let the keepers keep their keeps

And the needers get their needs

And the seekers find what they seek

Problems will have no legs

And peace will be in vogue

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STANDING ON THE FEET OF FLOATING

drowning

Sinking deep in the stormy sea

Alone in the vast, no stick to see

I clutch at my fist

To gain a seat

I see my legs on floating feet

Left, right, up and down

My eyes can see

Only the waters of the sea

Yelling of pain

Noise of chaos

Frightening roars

As war breaks through the gates of my ears

Into the halls of my thoughts

No peace within

Fear without

A man within

A woman without

A woman drowning

Drowning in the deep sea

With none to help

Not even a nosy straw

I don’t look down

If I’ll be swallowed

I need not see it

I might drown

I might live

But now I stand

On the feet of floating

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WHIRL IN THE WHIRLWIND

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I

Dust, winds, form whirlwinds

Which whirls and blocks your cool path

And laughs at your trials

II

You lose your balance

Like a paper in their midst

They smile in content

III

Close your eyes and wind

Dance to their own tune and see

Their muscles will tear

IV

Dust and winds will fight

Leaving your path as it was

Leaving you winner

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DON’T MESS WITH FOCUS

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Dreadful dreams

Stir horror’s nest

Real they seem

Unreal they seem

The pot of thoughts

Is stirred by fear

The heat of reality

Boils and cooks

Thoughts wander far from legs

Danger dens are far from seen

Now dreadful dreams do nothing

Dreadful thoughts kill the soul

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(MY THOUGHTS: Thoughts of fear after bad dreams kill more that the dreams themselves. You being dejected, thinking of the worst interfere’s with your focus, and that can be chaotic. Shed all horrible dreams and be focused. Chances are, they might not even be real.)

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EMPTY THE BAGGAGE

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I

A mouth saw your face

Attracted your eyes

And placed a litter in your thought’s drum

II

An eye met your eyes

Held it

And sent disdain into your thought’s drum

III

A voice sought your ears

Found it

And threw filth into your thought’s drum

IV

Some hand worked with a face

Came straight and fought your cheeks

And sent pain into your thought’s drum

V

Love left your world, now it is filled

And overflowing

And you let it flow for long

VI

Please empty the drum

Litters of hurt and pain

Needs no place in your thought’s drum

VI

They are filth

Which must be emptied at every dropping

For positivity to have a place to rule

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A HARMLESS WALL GECKO

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I

I am a wall gecko

A harmless wall gecko

Whose life is seen

Even on screens

II

I am no chameleon

I can’t be a chameleon

Whose body mirrors

Its foes and friends

III

With wriggles to hide

Have pity on me

I don’t aim to hurt

Or kill a being

IV

I’m in your house

Where it’s safe to be

My place is on walls

And not in your bowls

V

If you see me in a bowl

Then I’ve lost my way

Don’t take my life

Please help me home

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HAUNTED HELL

DARKNESS

I

When darkness falls

I fear the weather’s calls

Calls into a world you made

To give you the perfect shade

To taunt me with your memories

II

In your world,

I am your pawn of child

I do what you want and you play me

Everyone watches that video, but me

Until you yourself get me a replay

III

It’s always the same replay

Night after night only at the comfort of your dark world

A world you formed in my thoughts

How unfair!

And I end up in tears

IV

This night, I plead

I plead not with you

But with a force greater than you

To move your dark world from my thoughts

So I can enter the dark like haunt-less being for once

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A FLOWER WITH THORNS

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I

Do not be so scared

Come closer, closer to this flower

Look keenly, very keenly and touch the safest part

And I’ll adorn you with forever happiness

II

I do have thorns

I do have scary, frightening looking thorns

Thorns which sit on my skin to protect

And not to harm, so keenly look before touching

III

When you touch with good intentions

I promise these thorns will be smooth

So smooth my charm will protect

Protect you who dwells with me

IV

So do not look scared

Just stand and read through my thorns

And touch the safest spot with purity

And I’m yours, yours forever

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TO BE A CHILD AGAIN (AN EXCERPT)

childhood

I

The child in me

Peeps to see

The adult I am

And helps me see

What I’m missing

II

I’d like to play around

And make all the healthy sounds

I’d like to throw tantrums

And sit on the filthy ground…

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YACHT YONDER

YACTCH

I

Real remedies resonate after right race

Leaning lame like a lean lizard

Will win wretchedness and wage your own war

Hear heat’s humming and hit in habit

Eons can erode into eons but it’ll earn

II

Fear of failure frightens frivolously

Get up, go, grow, give to this game

Jeers, jabbers, jacks for you are jackasses’ jackets

Turn tiring troubles tactfully to taste

You’re your  yachtsman, yacht yonder to your yield.

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TORN AND BRUISED

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She sat on her heart

Like an oldly used torn mat

And tries to be pretty

II

Hurt like angry waves

Broke out of  her heart’s locked gate

Flooding her sad world

III

The sweet birds watching

Her beauty, flew far away

Watching and curious

IV

Why would she lie thus?

Pretending to have new heart

While she sat on old?

V

She horribly submerged

Until a bull dog saved her

And put her to use

VI

Those who tore her heart

And birds who left her to drown

She tipped in diary

VII

She kicked, slapped, hurt, killed

And now her torn heart beyond

Repairs, cries empty

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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SCROLL TO THE END

I

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Am crawling

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Walking

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Crying

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Playing

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Running

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Jumping

Growing

*

Falling and rising

*

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Rising and falling

*

I’m not perturbed

I know it will pass

Because this is life

Mum C

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A CHAOTIC DREAM

EARTH IN RUINS

I

I had a dream

A dream with God as Chair

Humans screamed their disgust

Plants and trees screamed their pain

Animals screamed life’s unfairness

The earth kept mute

II

Every stakeholder

Looked in earth’s direction

And so earth had no choice but to give a speech

“I suffer, I give and I take

And the cycle continues

What right has anyone to judge me?”

III

Humans said:

“We are born and we have to live

So we turn to the plants”

IV

Plants and trees echo:

“Sadly”

V

Earth retorts:

“And plants and trees 

Are what I give

Even the seas and rivers sit on me”

VI

Humans continued:

“Even so

Why must we suffer

In death and sicknesses?”

VII

Earth said:

“Because nothing is for free

What you take you must replace

If you dig  me like a savage

For your own gain

You must enter at last

To replenish and help feed others”

VIII

God asked what humans wanted

“Immortality”

Was their answer in one voice

IX

Plants and trees sing:

“Freedom to live”

X

The seas which have been quiet all along said:

“Some peace and quiet 

And freedom of sea animals to live

Without fear of humans or their fellow sea livers”

XI

Earth says:

“Then none should henceforth step on me

Sit on me nor dig me

Let me lie in peace”

XII

All the others shout:

“Impossible!”

XIII

God said:

“This cannot be

So look for other solutions”

XIV

But before He finished

War had broken

The earth shook in fury

The seas and rivers splashed everywhere

The trees shouted horrified

Humans shouted for help

Animals tried to clutch on anything

God leaves through the sky

And I struggled through sand, water, animals and fear

Into wakefulness

XV

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What a dream!

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AN UNFAIR LIFE (TANKA)

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I

The rain took its time

And came to run the sun out

Now the sun so waits

To run its rival, rain, out

But rain’s storms give nasty shouts

II

Rain has many guards

Who always seek to defend

Poor sun without guard

He peeks, scared, rushes to hide

Waiting until bad rain leaves

III

Sun cries in his heart

The sun feels the world unfair

And hopes for favour

To afford protective guards

To fairly face angry rain

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I AM HOT AND FINE

PEPPER

I am pepper

A red hot pepper

I can nausea repair

And can food prepare

II

 I am not dumb

So do not into me bump

Make me no water

To wash your dirty fingers

III

If I’m treated with respect

I’ll never you suspect

And my fire will be hidden

From your harm and make you warm

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BE NO TOAST FOR SADNESS

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Sorrow sits in smiling

When it wins your world

Put patience in running

And give faith a call

II

Your faith will call on endurance

Who’ll come to be your shield

Yours will be to obey its voice

And you’ll win your happy field

III

Mess it up 

And you’ll be the meat

That will be roasted

As sadness’ toast

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BETTER THAN SOMEONE

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I

The average bird bemoans its small size

Envying the ducks and chickens

The duck quacks in anger:

II

“Shut up and enjoy your physique

You’re able to dodge most danger

And you can see the world in hanging

What of us whose flying dangle?

And are easily caught in silvers?”

III

The chicken nods its head

In agreement of duck’s speech

IV

The beautiful peacock is seen approaching

All look at themselves in no confidence

Then they see the vulture coming

They straighten themselves

And thank their God

In all their hurdles

They don’t always feed on carcass

And wear dark doomy  feathers

With a white collar like the vulture

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TRULY LOVE

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I

We exist

And resist

To desist

Fighting death

II

We cry

And try

To lie

To live

III

But a voice

Who has choice

Shuts our noise

Into quietude

IV

So know

You’ll blow

In this show

Of life, so truly love

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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FAIR MOTHER OF ALL

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Light is opening its heavy gate

Body guard darkness and its late dawn

Open slowly as jealous dawn cries

Ready light sits in its highest throne

Waiting to its subjects lead

As they move about and seek to feed

It leads kindly its precious light

It helps the poor and helps the rich

It helps the sad, it helps the happy

It helps the sick, it helps the strong

It helps the bad, it helps the good

Even the confined feels its presence

Light oh light! You mother of all!

Your work is noted! Your work is noted!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

 

 

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SLEEPING PRAYER

ANGEL

Sleep angel

Guide this star

Who shines bright

But is fragile

II

Protect this soul

From fearful screams

And let it meet

All in divine

III

Sleepy angel

Lead straight

Through the contours

Of sleep

IV

Place peace

Close and seize

Fright

Till day opens its doors

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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A LONELY ROAD (HAIKU)

Swans

This one way journey,

I, like the lonely bird flies

Passing through all roads

II

The hurting lovers

Like beautiful flowers wound

Me with their cruel thorns

III

Luckily, like grass

Which aims to live in the dry

I heal and move on

IV

I do swear sometimes

Never to touch a flower

Of any nature

V

But like a new born

Mother, I forget the pain

When I see the new

VI

I need companion

Because I am a sad swan

Who needs a good pair

VII

A good happy pair

Who will  comfort and show care

And help me be fair

VIII

So here take my hand

I promise to hold your hand

To walk to the end

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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THIS ME TO YOU

ME TO YOU

I

Hold

Don’t fold

Don’t fold

Those arms

II

Heat

I want your heat

Your heartbeat

On your chest

III

Yearn

Just yearn

And learn

For me

IV

Give

I’ll give

This me

To you

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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BRUISED EGO

how-to-deal-with-rejection1

I

He saw her face

And joined the race

He saw his pace

And reviewed his case

He screamed! He screamed!

II

He picked his ego

Scrubbed and scrubbed

But the hurt dirt won’t leave it

He cried and cried

And cursed and cursed

III

Someone must pay

And it must be her

Who shunned him

And so it was

That she became his mouth rubbish

That was left at the market

Smart rats are always the most insulted

Poor her

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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PURE LOVE

pure love

I

Give

Receive

Be relieved

And believe

In its healing

A smile

II

Please

Release

Or appease

All you’ve displease

Break all bad decrees

Lose the hurt

III

Love

Sweet love

Pure love

Great love

Immense love

Cost nothing

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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SWERVING EBOLA ( EBOLA PREVENTION)

ebola

I

When you see the fever

And you see the shiver

And you see some blood

Coupled with some blisters

Or even one of these, let emotions fly

II

The victim can be your mother

Your child or your lover

They’ve actually done nothing

But monsters  may live in them

Monsters who seek your head

III

Even if it is you, run to the nearest hospital

Or call a good healthcare

And stay away

Don’t be swept by dismay

And wear a rubber protective set

IV

No handshaking

No kissing

No hugging

Avoid walking coughs

And cover your coughs

V

For safety sake

Let hand washing be your take

Be highly awake

To avoid casual sweat mates

And shy from public fluids and defecation

VI

This is ebola

A virus as hungry as a lioness

A virus more poisonous that cobra

So calm your fears and be alert

In care and politeness

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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HER BLOOD AS BONES OF THE GUTTER

street people

I

Her birth blood from the gutters scream

For her to all the filth redeem

Her blood can’t stand likes with her dream

And can no longer stand their scream

II

She can’t be called rich as such

In her wardrobe designer is much

All her looks have a Midas touch

And authenticity dwells in her watch

III

Her face shows disgust for gutters

Gutters which shielded with litters

All things culminating haters;

Her haters: her needful rapers

IV

What did the gutters do so wrong?

Making hatred for them so strong?

She looks like she doesn’t belong

To the sad gutters. And among

The things she wants to be known

The filth of the past can’t a place own

V

Her birth blood cries in the bones

Of the gutters, because of the neglect of her own

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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GOD MUST REALLY BE BORED (EBOLA SCARE)

Ebola-story

I

God must really be bored

And must be carrying a sword

A sword whose pain we can’t afford

The feared haunting ebola sword!

II

God must really be bored

Having many weapons to hoard

He brought AIDS in His own accord

And now brings an ebola sword

III

God must really be bored

Why won’t He be this bored?

What crimes have we not caused?

We have caused all to make Him bored

IV

We do know we’ve made you bored

But aren’t we too fragile for your sword?

Please put down your scary smiting sword

And let’s resolve what can be resolved

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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