Oduro Bright Amoh

Whenever I pick my pen
To let my muddled thoughts flow,
Words fly helter skelter from my brain
Like a flock of sheep pursued by a lion.
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'Repent, old man, and be born again'
So the clergyman said to Grandpa.
Grandpa with a frown on his wrinkly face replied.
'Well, my son, I will be born too many times,
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Those birds to those birds sing a song.
Let's tell to which lovers which lovers belong.
It may be right, it may be wrong,
Yet In love's weakness is love so strong.
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I have received the keys; you gave them to me.
My heart was as you wanted it,
You could open and go as you pleased.
But now I have the keys. I had trouble opening the door
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Weary lover with heavy eyes, call it a night.
Your sleepy smiles fade on your sleepy cheeks.
Close your eyes and open your dreams.
A silent slumber awakens the imagination with its noise.
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To be there is to steal the beats of beautiful women's drums and find nowhere to play it.
To be there is to watch the sea lick the dimming sun to a sad finish.
To be there is to stand in the worn out shoes
Of dead men and cry the end of their lives.
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The painful dreams of bitter realities.
High waves, low tide.
Yesterday's beauty, today's beast.
She sits in where her ilk are standing out
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There are holes in my pocket because I patched yours
I gave youmy songs when you lost your voice
If love is a star I brought down the sky
I gave all my love, guess you wanted more.
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The very first step of life
Essentially determines the strength of the last.
Though we plod with tears and sweat our way forward,
We ought not neglect our backs.
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Not at first sight my views I show,

Neither is it with experience that these words flow;
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Alone, a lonely night with dull light from the  moon shining,
I, when all cares had been cared for, was upon my bed reclining,
My feet  were weak from walking
My lips were shut from talking
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The song plays on
The acoustic sadness echoes in the chills
Memories clamour to pierce old scars
I wish a sad tear may escape or two
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One dark ghost of a nightly morn
When the cold of dew pierced my bones,
Sleep awoke and fled from my eyes
And joy fled from my heart.
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I hear the broken music of your tears.
I listen, heartful to the drumming of your heart
And read the silences between.
Sad tune by sad tune you hum the sorrows
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Black sheep among a crowd of white heap,
I keep memories of fools in a cool sweep.
I am steep peep; well, that's deep.
I am a black sheep failing to feed a white fox
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These tears are blood,
Blood oozing from a fractured spirit,
A wounded soul, a broken hope
No doctor has learned to fix.
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He finds them pretty,
Whose beauty the sun shows.
Those who leave rainbows settling on their faces,
He's afraid,he can't tell which colour to choose.
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"I would fetch and throw it away with a cup;
This river when it comes between you and me.
And though the fish would lose their home
I will, for you, grow cold to their plea.
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Oh the sad fate!
Firecrackers and blasts
Like dogs, bark at you.
The joy that has come to kill you
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Bread and butter
Our fathers said it with a stutter
We blamed their time, we blamed their choices
It's our timeto lose our voices
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