Quame Boatmann Poems
- Traveller On The Road As I walk on the silent road Weary of ...
- Precious Days Of Old Gone are the days of our ...
- Theodora She walks like one with valour She works like one ...
- Cape Coast, My Paradise Cape Coast, Cape Coast Where I ...
- Who'll Speak For Us? So long have we been laboring Too tight...
- The Red Note As little as its value Without grace or ...
- Missing Memories The memories of my early days Become as ...
Maxwell Owusu, writing as Quame Boatmann, was born and bred at Cape Coast, Central Region, Ghana. He attended High school at Aggrey Memorial (A.M.E) Zion, where he offered Visual Arts. He loves visual art works especially canvas paintings and has done many paintings which he gives out as gifts to people who are special to him. Maxwell took interest in writing whiles in year three at High School ... more »
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'''Nothing is beautiful than observing nature, the society and weaving words into lines, lines into stanzas, to express your deepest feelings and views of life'''Quame Boatman
''A man without weakness has no passion. what you love is your weakness.''Quame Boatman
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The memories of my early days
Become as green leaves
Of the dew morning
Whenever I behold
The women of the crescent moon and star
In this new world
In gowns of manifold styles
With their bareness locked in their robes
I feel the breeze of our uncivilized days
And smell its perfumed air
Where a maiden is a maiden
And nature was natural
Woman was not man and man not woman
And though there was no sun
We lived in light
But a catastrophe hits our land
And darkness plagues our world
The magnificent beams of the sun