Open your arms before your father
Like the morning dew, fall drips of joy upon your hearts
Open your ears before your mother
Listen to the whispers from above
For I have laid a room of life
…for your steps alive
Kofi Acquah
Kofi Acquah
Kofi Acquah is an Award-Winning Poet, Author, Spoken Word Artist and a Musician from Ghana. He has been featured in over 10 publications— including anthologies, magazines, journals and online literary portfolios.
She is a knife
She cuts like a knife
Deep down the heart, she cuts deep like the saw
She is a pepper in disguise
She is like a hungry ho
She drains and leave the town in grief
Cowrie
Look me in the eye for twice in June
Cuddle my eyes till the noon falls
Ring my cowrie bell by moon
And stay cool before rude
I shall pen to book
Fill it to full
O’ so cool
I am
Me
Town Crier
Through the smoky woods
Come the shaky Forest Ranger
Her eyes bulged out in the lake of a black Periwinkle
That falls from the Cloud
Take this needle and sew a seed in my print
Spread these words to the town crier
Tell him to beat the drums harder till he bleeds
For there is a giant
A giant of stars before the storefront
Day One
The new breeze of a new day is a nude breed of a mood day
A fresh sum of a 12 month is a friend son of a 12 start
Hidden
Get lost in the air
And learn the ways of the head
Before times,
I’ve seen voices lost and found in boxes
Fingers are crossed in hopes
Footptints are sealed in dust
But a soul get lost in the universe
And finds a way in human
The Oath and The Lo
Bold and heroic
Lead the seas and oceans
For love swings on the chest of the bold
Allow the heart to suspend
Let her inhale emotions till the core
Level The Tide
Storms blow and disappear
The atmosphere absords in fear
She exhales fear into tears
It is cool with long threads
And tames the old man’s rest
Survive
Hold up
I’m gravitating in the air of war
We will survive it all
For the end is becoming the beginning
Of the survival field comes the master
He saves whom His heart
. . .has got a rythym and a beat for
Hut Feels
Two white feathers across the hut gate
Cowries dropping every minute
White and all white teeth gain
Welcome to my hanging hut
Serve yourself with palms of the boy
Of all ends and feed
Whisper into the boys left ear
He has his own breed that bleeds by nodding
Hut feels feel free
Emotions are no bamboo zeal
The mirror river is rippling by sundown into reels
This is hut feels