Quame Boatmann

Quame Boatmann Poems

As bright as the morning star
The smile of the adversary
With the teeth of a twinkling star
Like no blood beneath, ne’er scary
...

The memories of my early days
Become as green leaves
Of the dew morning
Whenever I behold
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As little as its value
Without grace or honour
Oblivion to the poor
And a door mat to the rich
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So long have we been laboring
Too tight have we been stretched
Sharing the fate of Job
As we’re always denied the fruit of our labour
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Cape Coast, Cape Coast
Where I belong
A Paradise I dream never to leave
As long as the sand calms the wrath of the tides
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She walks like one with valour
She works like one with power
And her voice, like one with harper
She smiles like one with dollar
...

Gone are the days of our forefathers
where civilization had not begun
a child had no place in the gathering of elders
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As I walk on the silent road
Weary of this long restless journey
A journey along the dry desert
Though endless as eternity
...

We were offered heaven and hell
We should have taken caution
For we could have spat on hell
But we realized not the option
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A glance of my yesterday,
Aches my soul
A reflection of my past,
Bows my head in shame
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Will the church ever change?
Its beginning was like a rose flower
Blossomed bright red soft petals
With fresh moist emerald sepals
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Life isn’t eternal, we’re not immortals
Three scores and ten years
We’ll leave these temples
Not by our will, else we linger
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‘Can I get a ride? ’
Stood your hail of pride,
With the sun burning you up
Your feet weary, and your gut dried up
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She called me like a cab
Right hand in pocket
Left hand says come
From road’s other side
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You are the one I’m to be with
Throughout my entire life
So as to accept me
Even after my corruption
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Help! Help!
Fall in! Fall in!
The voice was a petrified one
Yet nothing came from anyone
...

There it stood, so tall and wide
Taking the space of all our world
The tainted glass
And we stand in front of it alone?
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It is here
The day we all anticipate
The day that marks the end of the first beginning
That we’ve been waiting for ages, it seems
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We were given breakfast for supper
Though we had a watery porridge with no sugar
And a lean bread as heavy as the fluffy fibre
this morning
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Hurray! we’ve found it!
After many years of toil and pain
We’ll no more lose but gain
Our leaders seemed nonchalant
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Quame Boatmann Biography

Quame Boatmann, a librarian by profession delights in exploring knowledge in literature and loves to read mystery and fantasy adventure novels. Writing is his hobby.)

The Best Poem Of Quame Boatmann

The Smile Of The Adversary

As bright as the morning star
The smile of the adversary
With the teeth of a twinkling star
Like no blood beneath, ne’er scary

Behind the smile of the adversary
Lurks a darkly dark darkness
A hidden peril in the head’s diary
Woven with malice and evilness

And still the eyes laugh
The seductive ruse you believe
Till you fathom-though tough
Mara, the name you’ll receive

Behind the smile is the waft of rotten carcass
Beware! trust not even the looking glass

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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'

A man without weakness has no passion. what you love is your weakness.

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