The Poetry Marathon

Poem #1 THE TONGUE OF THE CALABASH

—–THE TONGUE OF
THE CALABASH—–

The clock chimes six o’clock
As I sit in red palms
Under a village hut unlocked
As the palm wine is sipped in dots
From my empty belly stock
To make their feet spread the dust
I leave indelible sounds
In ”bara drums”
For I fade my throat
At a malian durbar!
Till a bleach invade my skin
Warm yellow I do still remain
Till with age and use I vanish
”Shegureh” I do still remain
By the hands of a sierra leonean
Till I am shrouded
I still count the ”Tourou women” hairs
That I’m a headgear!
With all my blessings
In the forest must I be hidden?
O! Africa!
The warehouse of the seeker!
When the universe stood from words
Then I began swinging on trees for the best
That my people shall be fed
For I bow before you with ease!
Let not the black soil repent
As I charge your souls
To rise over the fence
I hold my tongue!
Kofi Acquah—–(C)2015
All Copyrights Reserved

“The Truth” (Hour 2)

Your suffering is my happiness,
with the pain in your lies,
and the tears in your eyes,
yet I continue to despise you.
Though this may be true,
with nothing you can do,
I will continue the same path,
you will see my wrath.
Not believing what I do,
was ever true.
This show you wanted to go,
is coming to an end,
lets not pretend,
that you can not comprehend,
the statement I am making,
weather you are taking it,
or whatever you do,
this statement still stays true,
but between me and you,
there’s nothing you can do.

Again and Again

he beat the child

thinking that tomorrow it would

return to its old self, brand-new,

a shiny scratch-free Teflon pan ready

for the fire;

 

that the child’s smile

would reappear like the daily sunrise,

or a tape rewound constantly,

gurgling out goose after Mother Goose

of happy songs

 

high-pitched on the swing,

merry-go-round after merry-go-round

of daddythis and daddythat,

its cries coming from a talking doll

on a string,

 

but most of all that

the bruises would rub off with soap

and rough towels, that the skin would

rid itself of its scars, that there are no

memories in darkness.

 

(c) Ella Wagemakers, 16.00 Dutch time (= 10.00 a.m. EST in the US)

 

Aurora

Slow dying sorrow slips over me,
slow as sun in evening…
slightly lowers my listless stare.
Capturing my heavy eyes,
heaving as I kneel,
on that frozen lake by a frozen town
where the dust drifts, deterring a detached zodiac.

Wandering stars
can only dream of delusions, confusion—

the restless memories
drip into seamless shades of sleet,
sprinkling my unkempt heart with hesitancy—

on that spot where I lost you.

Ride On

Good morning, my master; I am your new servant.
Be honest, how much land did I conquer in life?
Treasure island must be on the distant oceans
Soft moonlight shines as we ride towards Babylon
After hours, master, you must live on for me.

The Witching Hour

Untitled Poem 2

We met
after hours
under the soft moonlight
You asked me
to be honest
I looked down
at my feet
And lied

Treasure Island

We made a plan to escape and we are on our way to Treasure Island but not for the treasure

We’ve come for the serenity, the peace of mind and the thought that we have nothing to look for just some place to be without a reason to be

Here we are we and we are not them. We are not bound by the to do’s or the responsibilities of a modern world. Here we do not require knowing the time, the place or the next move

Here we can dance under the soft moonlight after hours into the early morning. We can drift away sending our thoughts into the sea, sending our love into the air, keeping this moment to ourselves

Treasure Island is a place everyone knows but a place where nobody stays. Most of us come looking for treasure, leaving empty handed not knowing the gifts are here in your hands, in this moment

Should you find yourself here by chance one day on this island of treasure, stop looking and you will find what you came for

#2 – For all these years

i have thought of you for all these years
for when your heart will take it’s place
of residence inside my own
finally more than a nameless face
i’ve dreamt of you for all these years
my love shines inside your eyes
i know your heart is searching for mine
the truth among the lies
i have waited for you for all these years
waited with bated breath
for the moment our souls collide as one
only to be parted by death
i have longed for you for all these years
my heart lay in your hands alone
though i may not know who you are just yet
in anticipation for you, i’ve grown
i have hoped for you for all these years
knowing my future would finally reveal
a love so strong, so heaven sent
there can be no denying it’s real
i have quested for you for all these years
not just a princess in a tower
actively searching to discover your love
and unleash it’s glory and power

10 am poem

My Life, My Love

You are my miracle

My dream come true

A wish fulfilled

You are my heart

Beating outside of my body

You were wanted more than you could ever know

And make me prouder

Than you’ll ever realize

You are mine

My baby, my son