And so yesterday I met her
And the sun will my witness bear,
She was on her way to the river
When suddenly I was attacked by fever,
...
And so today I write to you oh fellow poet!
Yes, I know this will take you by surprise
For I know, you write about host of issues;
From life to death, from heaven to hell,
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The meaning of life always intrigues me,
Each and everyday, I wonder how
Life can be such a difficult thing
To understand to the brim.
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When I whispered my love to you from afar,
You went deaf and considered it a holy lie,
You ignored my calls, texts, and everything
About me that you could, by chance, find:
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The time I deny the world, to my poetry I freely give,
The most sensitive secrets I hide from my family,
In the nucleus of my poetry I joyfully hide.
The feelings which words cant adequately explain,
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Around me was a heavy bush,
The home of different species
of animals, including predators,
Both of dreams and reality.
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The bush in which you hide,
Has eyes,
The wall, behind which you speak,
Has ears,
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Oh how I miss you, dear poet in me!
When I think about the time we shared,
How you had kept my stick busy in the past
And how you have divorced me suddenly
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Accept mine too Oh God!
Though I know it is not enough,
For this is all
that my praise-filled mouth
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I have no English honours like Brick,
I am not talented as Brian Johnston,
My poems dont hit like Hazel Durham's
But I too, sing poetry!
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Our tears will be no more,
Our sorrows shall come to an end,
Our fears will be no more
Our fellows shall see us ahead,
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As I climb higher,
I spot many changes in me
Some invisible to the eye,
Others so clear that even
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It may be buried memories from my past
Though still fresh and striking to my heart
How I wish its effects ceases to last
But anytime it flashes my mind, it makes me sad.
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Indeed I owe the world lots of gratitude,
So huge and in size that I cannot pay to the end:
Straight from the longitude to the latitude
Of my life, to many people, am deeply indebted.
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So many thoughts on my mind,
About my present and the past,
About my future, many I find,
As some die, others continue to last.
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For how long shall troubles torment my journey?
O how long shall the court keep adjourning my case?
Would I wake up tomorrow for the same penny,
Or I will pursue a different phase?
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Years often come in excitement, in chilled mid-nights
Colored with beautiful dreams and blooming hope,
Like a newly born baby, it brings joy to those present
And reminds them of their beginnings some years ago:
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When the day sweeps
Away the last drop of darkness,
Aurora with her cool breath,
Gently rising to her duties,
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What would I had done, My friend
If you were not alive?
How would my life be like, my friend
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Of course i know nothing but your love,
Yes! no lesson is interesting to grab
than that which you teach me to learn.
I grew fond of you long before your birth
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Still in school pursuing my undergraduate degree at university of Ghana. I enjoy reading and writing poetry and wish to register my name in the academic quarters.)
To My Princess
And so yesterday I met her
And the sun will my witness bear,
She was on her way to the river
When suddenly I was attacked by fever,
My heart had nearly fallen out
And I could hear the sound
Yes! She was the one.
So I gave up my journey to the farm
Strengthened and crossed my arm,
I advanced towards her with courage
Though she was not alone, but with her entourage
And as I moved closer with Peter's vim,
The world suddenly appeared dim
And then I began to tremble.
Oh what a beauty with perfectness!
She has no similarity nor likeness
And I am sure she is Plato's Form of Beauty
For she is attached to no form of duty,
Her smiles randomly explode like uranium
And I simply love it above maximum.
Indeed, she is the queen among princesses.
And so her name i inquired
As every true friendship may require,
And to my surprise, 'Eve' she said,
'Then with your apple, let me be fed'
For long I have searched for you
And today I am ready to be a crook
If love is nothing but a crime.
But the sad truth is, I have no gold nor silver,
Which you may expect from me as your lover,
Neither do i have voice to sing you melodies
To keep you distant from your tragedies,
But only this my poor stick with ink
Which I can use to heal you when you are sick,
And so, this I dedicate to you, Oh princess!