The Poetry Marathon

                 My Paterfamilias

I was humbly and hungrily

Waiting for a day like this.

To see joy sparkling everywhere

In my heart.

And never thought of being angry

For waiting too long

For a day like this.

I was always thirsty

To drink the cup of joy

Fed by my pater.

I was always longing to have joy,

Boldly written in capital letters

And glued to my heart

With the color of joy . . .

By my pater.

There I have today,

That will always give me a happy tomorrow.

For I have been fed to the fullest,

By the man

That never missed any chance,

To break an egg

And make me a being,

In the womb of my carrier.

Thank you Dad!

For this everlasting day of joy.

      “Creepy Crawly Reptile In My House”

I panicked and rushed into the room
And rushed into the room.

When I saw it.

Expecting my house to crush it down

And the wind to take it away.

It was thin,

And as skinny as a chopstick.
Small,

But as scary as the island of dolls.

It looked as straight as a stick

And as hard as a rock.

How can I let it go with a heavy kick?

When I can’t even hold a stick,

In that shivering hands of mine.

It was though a small creature

With similar human nature,

But with scary structure.

It was really an imposture

For lying like a stick.

Only to receive a step

To give a poisonous bite.

1. I am Mariam Ali Mohammed a 16 years 10th grader, from Ghana in the city of Accra.Writing poems has been my passion for the past 3 years. I lost this passion though, when I lost my only parchment that has all my poetries in it(all the poetry I was able to write). So I decided to give up this passion for writing poems in June  2018. But then, it refused to go away for too long, because my absence was making it feel lifeless.My passion was back from its short journey in September 2018, when my teacher forced me to write a poem, knowing perfectly well that I had abandoned that passion.And I never let that passion  go, till today when I am preparing myself for a poetry marathon.

Am still hoping, praying and not wishing, that , I will be able to jump over any trap in my path to progressing in the life of poetry.

I have decided to start laying bricks to build a wall like Will Smith said. Rather than just building a wall.