Prince Kenny Osei
Biography of Prince Kenny Osei
To begin with, I am very much pertained to poetry or perhaps literature to a much more farther extent. I discovered my passion to write professionally in 2008. It has been my joy and aspiration to write since time immemorial. I believe that I have more to offer to the literature world. I conjure or perhaps attract my verve and inspiration from mostly nature, through experiences and the prospects of the not so far future.
Prince Kenny Osei's Works:
not yet but certainly working unabruptly towards it.
Prince Kenny Osei Poems
From the secluded circles of Navasha Through Mombasa to the tarred roads of Ulaanbaatar, you have tilled these deserted land to bear sufficient harvests,
Let's dine Let's dine with the memories Memories of the spewed years Years when life was simply beautiful
Titanic To Costa Concordia
Nervous wreck, unabashed pride Semaphoring chorus
Call Me Whatever
You may call me whatever Call me whatever
Enemy In The Mirror
He sat down and tried to analyse his status in retrospect One thought giggled through his brains And found no reason to act He thought of the gossip behind his prance
The world that gives us paroxysm, How eventful will this race be And how long shall we go to make our marks count Indecision shadows mental astuteness
Footprints That Never Fade
Simple, a true paradise it seems. The first love surges through heart And finds its path to the soul It pops like a glowing splint,
The Possibility In Impossibility
Laughter is what comes to mind whenever I think of peoples' fear of impossibility. In life instances, there can always be delays, failed attempts not impossibility. It's only from a continuous approach do we get closer to perfection or perhaps excellence. Even the good-old city of Rome wasn't built in a day so as Noah's arch. Even in impossibility there's a possibility which further explains that anything is achievable or in other words attainable.
Neither without frumiousity nor severity had the beaming sun's rays' radiation glinted on the glittery marbles insignias on its epaulettes Just as the spew of the dreamlands yesternight had reminded to rescind the thoughts of a mumbling that the days were to become nights, faster than sang but intense than sought
It faded, it lost grip It varnished & disappeared To say the least The rate of my heart
Reality Or Mythical?
This sound is loud, the waves behind it depicts its purity as in mission.The days are too young but the nights are hysterical and as long as the husk of an elephant. Life is a platform; man is the entertainer and the people around are the audience. Forfeiting your mission and going otherwise could be exhilirating in the beginning but much more deceitful with time. The journey of life has to be pursued with all seriousness humanly possible.
A Beggar With Choice
Perturbed as they gazed whereas Others peeped Multitudes reconvened Indescribably blown off
How I Wish
How I wish that all things could happen in the spec of time. How I wish the days were ever bright and so daring as the birth of a new baby. How I'd have loved to see the preveding breeze blow through this storm. How brilliant and astonishing it would be.
A Note To God
By my bed, by my bed Alone, literally alone What do I see? What do I hear?
Chiming bells, uproaring thunder-like voices, merry making, upon the promulgation of a child
Cries emanates, just as the umbilical cord becomes set for cut
The daunts & wearies of the child opens in sheer despairity
Seeming 'a punishment' at birth
Oops! Just flustery scenes advertently nothing can be done
An anti-thesis like an armoury clad then render at the time due making the sky deeply frightened but yet not taken aback
An enticement, never can it be ignored, not even on the 'kerstmis'