Biography of Richard Blay
Born and raised at Prestea in the
Western region of Ghana, currently living at
Kumasi in the Ashanti region of Ghana.
Richard Blay Poems
Friends, false friends are like shadows Remaining with you only when the sun shines Indeed a friend is when in need Ever wondered why? I'll tell you
Mirage, mighty men have fallen for the pursuit of your beauty Induce me not to hope for you, for I've no such hope. If you wish, then, Renege on the oath of your father, O angelic daughter of the Devil And we shall be real for each, not madness of the eyes.
If Minds Were As Brooks
till the human pages crunch at their death the human mind will forever book every evil deed done to it making imagination
Who Knows Best
O dangling leaf; brown or green. Sailing through the midnight wind. Who knows it falls but knows not where it falls. To land on water, to land on land.
Life Goes Clockwise, But...
When life's clock ticks anticlockwise on you you'll begin to learn life is in two; your castles you've built will unbuilt, your mighty armies will fail,
Enlightenment Is An Antidote
Gunned in a canned wood Precious poetic treasure— Kofi Awoonor.
Upon My Youth (Regret)
I’m a fading tear falling into Ankobra My still grieve is mightier than the wavering Pra I’m nothing but a stooge on this stage Who am I to blame living in this cage?
You starve us with what we know And stab us with what was known That our minds now bleeds, and best know What was known, but knows not.
You starve us with what we know
And stab us with what was known
That our minds now bleeds, and best know
What was known, but knows not.
For one to be known, he ought to know
Best what was known, which I may not be known.
Unfortunately, He who knows
What was known is said to be best.
I know you know is not best.