24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Anticipation … assumption … premonition …
Words that promise something … yet exhaustion;
In all life’s “ion” … it goes back to a question.
What is life all about? … Is there any OPTION?
Anticipating the things that are yet to … but might not come …
Worrying about the unrelenting outcome …
Excited, yet uneasy … will it turn out to be?
Anticipation … assumption … premonition …
… exhaustion … life’s “ion” …
Miles that separate
Friends that discriminate
Circumstances that kept us apart
And those people who broke our hearts
The feeling that I was scared to show
The one’s I should have made known
The good times and the bad
The happy and the sad
You never gave up even when I would
You never let go even though I said you should
You said you love me and I believe it’s true
And now I just need to say “I Love You Too”
Warming up, but at 11:06pm, already fearing and actually knowing I will most likely be late to the starting party tomorrow. I will try to wake up at 6am!
I’m looking forward to seeing how this all goes and what we all do, and also, to being creative and finishing the marathon!
I hope this posts!
Jenny
Hey Everyone,
Cameron here, or Cam if you get lazy like I do and want to shorten things. I do go by Cammy occasionally. But you know. We’re something different to everyone. So an introduction for myself…hmm…
I am an off-centre writer with a passion for poetry. I grew up always scribbling in note pads, on napkins, and on my arms if I had no paper. I come from a family where creativity was encouraged and honestly it was one of the most important things in my life. When not penning words I enjoy photography and a good movie.
I can’t wait to get started in a few hours now. The excitement is building.
Good luck to everyone and I can’t wait to see what amazing things we’ll write!
testadiddilytestypoo Can anyone see me?
—-THE HUSTLER—–
Just when his ear
Catches the waves of the cock crow
He wakes up sparing his teeth
He walks from afar on the street
Just when he’s sacked from a wooden piece
”Eno be now oo” Is the term
Sun shines,rain falls
Yet his coins he holds firm
He gathers ’em like the weeds
But the owner comes for it in turn
Tears drop and fast dry
Lice lick his intestines
All energy now fly
But changing positions of people’s assets
He never tried
His sweats fall on leafless tree
And his water is bitter like the ”nim-tree”
He receives the best of promises
Yet same heartache he feels
The same yam he peels
But wait! He’s got a wall to lean
Yes! No matter what he feels–a day shall pay!
”The MAKER heals”
(Kofi Acquah)
(C)All Copyrights Reserved-2015
—-BADIAKO—-
(The Warrior)
As the cowries are spread by the priest
Akok) as3nky3 so b) nguan bun ho
Rekekamu—-
Orusu nyininsuwa tsiatsia mu
Osiand3,onyim d3
)renky3r!
It shall soon visit the ancestors—-
Ana dza woehu,nye dza w’atse yi
Should you discharge her
Do you think it would return?
Daabi da!
Na s3 h3n nnyim owu a,
H3n nnhw3 nda so—-
O,who shall be spared by the sword,
And return to sleep in the thorns?
)kokodurfo Badiako
Faa ne 3ngyan d3
Nky3 dza obehyia biara no
)dze b3y3 ha nam ama ne se
Na )ba no d3n,
Ma aboa nts3tsia mpo
Dze n’ekyir aka famu yi?
Barima a,itur tow ”KIIIMMM” a,
)b)twer wo bo
Ma )gye—– ”KEKRAW”
Barima a,etow bobaa kor dze kum apem
Ah!…)kofo Badiako—–
Mbaayewa no b) wo dzin ko wo ho
Osiand3,,nyimpab)n tu wo man do sa a,
)wo nnko,na eko gye wo man—-
Ay3bi,)kofo Badiako
(C)2015 All Rights Reserved
Kofi Acquah
______THE EGO TRIP OF AFRICA______
I lit the last candle for ”imani”(faith)
For the moon
Has shadowed the sun
On the final night of ”kwanzaa”_______
For thousands of years
History and faith
Have been expressed in::
Art,music,storyand song
O Africa! Black is your beauty
You tell the world of it through your birth
Red is the blood of your ancestors
And green,the fertility of your land________
The presence of the white pawder
Forces this land of our pride
To undergo
In the last generation change
But as we sit
Beside the ”3sutsen” to comb our hair_____
We continue to celebrate our joys
And uphold ourselves
In troubled times
With our tradition and faith
(C)2015 All Rights Reserved
Kofi Acquah
~~BIRDS AND MAN~~
The articulations of birds of the sky are sweet
No infobahn,yes but they tweet
Like the carnal already on heat
They neither spew the dutch nor the greek
Yet they convey their speech
Who might be on their street?
Always making sure they live
Had it not been Him?I hallucinate!
They neither sow nor reap
For they still chow down to their feel
How much more you
Nothing but a domineer
Now man is enlivened by the breeze
So ”wise up”!and to your maker give heed
Again,mortals are prized than birds
”Let us make man in our image”said Thee
Should nothing be first,
Man wouldn’t appear like Thee
Hence man is preeminent than birds!
(Kofi Acquah)
(C)2015 All Copyrights Reserved
Hi. From Nepal here. Looking forward to the Poetry Marathon. Ain’t never done this before. Haha. Hopefully I don’t fall asleep. See you in a little while, peeps.