A Fortnight.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan
A Fortnight....
Ghana, the beautiful land of aura and flora
a two weeks notice
in a country full of bliss
away just for fourteen days
gone to many sea ways of the slaves'days
having come home
my poetry home
no more a poetry dome
I have become again
a stranger in own domaine....
saddest my heart be
no more dutch trophy
no signs no traces of paces of she
a fortnight to Ghana
the beautiful peaceful land of flora
in the corner of the golf of guinea
she is now back, hurray!
at her lovely Poem hunter home
where the automats have become bureaucrats
no more ladies, no more lads
even her poetic soul has been sold
not by the youth, but by the very old
she went for the mission
no trace of true tribal transition
her saddest period of just a two weeks notice
the only signs are no poetical smooth wines
only God's Bliss is all there is
her two weeks notice
Ghana's fortnight's pleasing days
anyway here now today, no even personal traces, loyal faces
they all had been fatamorgana
having returned from beautiful and loveliest Ghana
where the people are naturelle and true
having returned, only odds and unknown
gotta brandnew experience
she is the Dutch Poetess, today unthroned
still learning a brandnew topic
coming back from the beautiful tropic
her place and pace dethroned....
loyalty is not made, not a crazy facade
but innate born trade
the worst of all there is
the poetical community no more exists
only God's Bliss and all there is....
this solitude is her present etude
in this long and sad prelude
Ghana days have just begun
she knows there is much more fun
her personal poetical paces, all the loyal faces
all disappeared in one greatest gear
madames et messieurs, it looks like you all have greatest fear
to be dethroned like she is now
a biggest wow
to all sweet new names
they are not yet in frames
at least Ghana´s Elmina is not to be blamed
even the rustling leaves
at Golden Parker Hill Residence
the sweet smell of love through the bright eyes of Elmina
laid bare the sweet roses n black shells
on all her traces and places
in friendly peaceful Ghana
where the people are kind and true
not one fatamorgana!
in these two weeks notice, a fortnight's bliss
from the land of the lovely aura and fauna
the beautiful flora and natural sauna
no more traces of poets faces known to she
gone are her sweet days
the lullaby's ever existant
the poemhunter cosiest place
She? Her? This is no error
who is she? No more loyal faces
no more her paces and traces in all her places
she feels dethroned
one brandnew experience to be learned
in this poemhunter tradingplace
she handles with ease and peace
her mind is full of Golden Parker Hill leaves
traveled with her from Elmina´s peace
she is counting God´s Blessings
the only honest rustlings....
Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan: Sundown OTW to Ahanta West Beach, Ghana, Africa.
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Just Back from A Fortnight Ghana Days 1-15 June
AD. Dutch FatherDay 17 June 2018
AD Happy Dutch FatherDay too, Sunday on the 17 June 2018.
Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan on the way to Ahanta West Beach, Ghana, Africa. This very beautiful beach is also known as the Fanta Beach amongst my family, since the owner of the bungalows at this part of Ahanta West Beach, Ghana, Africa is called Fanta, she and her husband (a kindest french man) are running this lovely beach and Fanta has very good cooks (a couple husband and wife) . They cook very delicious real Ghanese dishes, like the Cassava Tuna Dish and more.
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The beautiful land of aura and flora is Ghana and you have noticed this country for two weeks. Your mind is really full of memories of leaves of mind is full of Golden Parker Hill. A great experience is beautifully narrated in poem. Counting God's greatest blessings you have successfully traveled Ghana. An excellent poem is presented here...10
Thank you so much for your worthy and precious visit, Master Poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir. It really means so much for me to have you commented my poem site, Sir. Thank you for the 10. Most appreciated. May God Bless thee and thy beloved family perpetually. Amen.
Thank you so much for your constant support, Bernard. God's Blessings be upon you always! Amen.Thank you for your marvelous 10.
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Thank you so much, dear Rev. Bernard and Master Poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir, I am happy to see you around here at my poem place. Two of God´s own darlings, I know that. God´s Blessings in Abundance for you both. Amen.