Kojo Owusu

Rookie - 0 Points (1984 / Ghana)

Kojo Owusu Poems

41. Pied Progress 12/12/2005
42. Venus Of Willendolf 1/14/2008
43. Madrigal For Mirabel 1/14/2008
44. Hermes Trismegistus 11/10/2008
45. The Charioteer 11/10/2008
46. True Love 11/10/2008
47. Woman Worship 3/23/2009
48. The Tree Of Life 3/23/2009
49. The Call Of Charlotte 3/23/2009
50. The Detective And The Lover 3/23/2009
51. The Village Inn 3/27/2009
52. The Testimony Of Mara 3/27/2009
53. Man-Chine 3/27/2009
54. To Lily Law, With Love 3/28/2009
55. Spears Down 12/11/2005
56. My Muse 12/13/2005
57. The Gallery 7/22/2012
58. The Mournful Procession 7/22/2012
59. The God Henotaph 7/22/2012
60. Sappho Of Lesbos 2/17/2013
61. Jack Of All Trades 12/6/2015
62. Solomon And Sheba 12/11/2005
63. Experiment In The Laboratory Of Love 3/27/2009
64. Apple Love 12/12/2005
65. The Three Witches 1/14/2008
66. The Sex Vendor 3/23/2009
67. The Call Of The Wild 12/12/2005
68. The Fugitive 12/12/2005
69. Pot Of Love - The Ritual 12/13/2005
70. Mahabharata 12/14/2005
71. Sacred Dance 12/13/2005
72. The Riddle Of The Sphinx - King Oedipus 3/9/2006
73. The Godfather 1/14/2008

Comments about Kojo Owusu

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (4/24/2009 3:55:00 AM)

    your poems are the reflections of the contemporary scenes.

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Best Poem of Kojo Owusu

The Godfather

The caryatid - Procession etched on the vague spires
Of fear - the silent strides on the prescience of night
Black shadows with dire aspirations pursued
The lone mournful procession embarked
On the uncertainties of convictions and power engendered
In the quietude of noble ambitions
The spires echo the clangor of the thuds of feet
Timorous and brave.

The procession - the call of the sirens to the holy figures
The mosaic saints in the anteroom of eternity
The deluge of torrents to lave the cry of the damned
In the boulders of echoing despair
The emergence ...

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The Shrine

Benign secluded grove fretted with sequins
Of awe and wonder – where sober stare
And stern silence, unsettling, foreboding
Awakes the drooping façade of the wilted
Huts and the will of the immortals fall
To wash away the fears of the folks.
Lone. You stand in the impenetrable bush
And scatter seeds of life on the granary floors.
The eaves tremble and the rafters proclaim

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