Kojo Owusu

Rookie - 0 Points (1984 / Ghana)

Kojo Owusu Poems

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

The stench
Of prematurely tired skins
And rotten sighs
Of rotten souls
Assailed us as
We squeezed through
The dense crowd –
We could here moans and groans
Emerging silently

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