Goddy Nana Mens
Biography of Goddy Nana Mens
Writer. Journalist. Poet. Philanthropist. And I believe art is Life.
Goddy Nana Mens's Works:
Voska: Pete's Diary
Goddy Nana Mens Poems
New Year's Eve Midnight
There is excitement in the air Hearts are bubbling with joy and light We feel the Death that is near And we sit in wait wit smiles wide and bright.
The Waters Vast
A rolling roar yet a hushing still A vast of green creased in white A pool of life stuffed with deaths A chamber of secrets
Death - The Irony
Slowly, the pages are filling up Another Chapter is nearing completion That Hand that writes, writes on On and on and not a word erase
Letter To My Motherland
It is that time once again And the birds sing of the dusk of another reign The time is apt to assess and to judge To stake our loyalty - the axe or the nudge
Once again, the dreary dirges have begun an upward journey. The sunny day did not end in a moonlit night, The flute is keening for the latest victim, Another soul has crossed over.
If I Was Me
If I was me... My heart would be beat more slowly My family would breathe more peacefully My tears would gradually grow stale
Who Am I?
I am the boy who was born A day before the hero died Born Heart of the Lion Power and strength abounding
In times of fear and pain Your love kept me sane Through the bitter nights And the cloudless skies
Life - The Irony
The desperation of the dying man seeking cure The fear of the one who hunts at night The anxiety of the gladiator in his shining armour The pulse of the novice at battle
It starts with a simple thought A tiny surge of electricity through the brain A spark of genius A flame of ambition that only dies upon realization
So here we are… Living the teenage dream Boys' chest broadening, voice breaking Girls growing beautiful and more insecure
Of all the virtues of long and yore Content is perhaps the greatest of all And if this once, I did not know I am glad Life has taught me so
A poem is not stack of words that lilt and rhyme A flimsy work to last a mere time A poem is the voice of the soul The emotions of a heart bursting free
All my life I've been searching for love For acceptance That sense of belongingness to somebody The refreshing conviction that somebody was thinking about me
Once again, the dreary dirges have begun an upward journey.
The sunny day did not end in a moonlit night,
The flute is keening for the latest victim,
Another soul has crossed over.
Once again, Death decides the colour of the clothe we wear,
He has taken the mirth and now our chest is wet with tears.
That one who was here is now gone,
And we do not expect his return.
Many have left us before; so many we lost count.