The Poetry Marathon

Poem #8 THE HUNTER

____THE HUNTER____
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He’s loaded with his tools
Praying to even see a hoof
He enters the darkest bush
Just to survive with a standing tooth!—
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When the dew made no stay
My eyes travelled to his feet
And spied the footprints
Of his ”b)d)w 3wu”____

That night all failed
So he brought home
Not even a snail
O, mboa nyina k) atwee
Na m3y3d3n edzidzi_____

He cried out loud
The forest starves his throat
For the land goddess has dried his ”b)t)” up
Wife and children cry not even blood____

Sleeplessly they all lie
Under that transformed hut
Whiles the sun scorches
Hardly on their tongues
I can hear his songs
Sung on today’s mat
So if the hunter would knash his teeth
And kill his breath___

The same land
Shall carry him on her breast
Why not supplement his works
And double the weak steps?

For should the bush animals live in ecstacy
Wouldn’t the hunter even catch ’em
With his hands?
And spare his gadgets?
I hereby come to squat in the jungle
To only pour my ink
To clean the blood on the logs!

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Kofi Acquah

Poem #6 KING OF ZION SAVES

—–KING OF ZION SAVES—–

Behind Him or infront of Him
He sees through
Even the darkest abyss!
Even sheol lies plain before Him
How much more
The human heart!
No secret is hidden before Him—–

He sprinkles His sweats on the lost
To feel the morning dew!
Once you stepped in like a boss
And stood still not in dismay
As strong as a rod-
In your own eyes
But I say you were lost!

If you would now hold the torch
And see not to stumble at a rock
If you would now love the law
And take the cutlass and follow
I say you are His weapon!
Wise were they not
So did they fought–

They welcomed sin
And became her dogs
Elevating the owner to buy ’em for a song
Though ignorantly!
But I say,unless you come to Zion
You are lost!

—outside_zion—
Healing checked! Miracle checked!
But the innocent soul’s sins
Are left!
Why?
And can’t be unchecked too
Unless the grace
Descend from above!

Oh! But the innocent soul
Also still eagerly seek salvation
I say! Unless you come to Zion
Where The Originator dwells!
Saving ! For only there, sin flees!
Just by the twinkle of an eye

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‪Kofi_Acquah

poem #5 ASAASE PA (Good Land)

—–ASAASE PA—–
( ‪#good_land‬)

She opens her mouth wide
To swallow every seed
O’! The land of my birth!
This land brings forth ”bankye” na ”bor3dze”
To silence the intestines
At the last hour

Colour green elevates her fertility
And so cultivation lick
her belly infinity!
She give souls the energy–ability to walk boldly
Under the sun with gentility—–

Render agriculture impotent
And lives would be half-baked!
For when a pen can’t roll
In the palms of some souls
The cutlass
Fill the belly to the brim on the land!

O’! Asaase ber!
You welcomed our great grand fathers
To sip from your face!—–

At last truncated the hunger of the village
When currency was far from home
Now you serve the nation as a whole
For your products call the papers
To bring back home greater income
That makes you and I
Enjoy the show!

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Kofi Acquah

Poem #2 WILD FALCONS

—–WILD FALCONS—–

Within the spate of the day
The stony hearted falcons
Train to trace their prey

They add to and multiply with haste
The looks and demeanor of the day
That they spread their wings in darkness—–

Never do they stretch their necks backward
To see and suck the thick milk flowing and packed
For they never mind
They never casted their eyes on the brighter shadows
Let alone the fallen words

For they say;

”The best are our doings
Even if it’s a coup’ lets group
We swim in the sea of boredom
Yet we won’t droop
Take away your law
Lest we break your jaw”

They pamper blasphemy
Strap it to their backs
To sip on the journey of thirst!
Forced to stressing on your past flaws
So you fall
Yes! So you fall to put up their wings

All these I saw
Just when the bell rang in my ears
That seeing them I am vigillant!
”They are the Wild Falcons”

(KOFI ACQUAH)

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Poem #10 TALES FROM THE VILLAGE ROOM

_____TALES FROM THE VILLAGE ROOM_____

On the ”apram” I sit
In the dark with ”bobo” around
To fill my book with the ”nt3kyer3”
And the ink
To smile of woven words____

Some human are encircled
In a corner and surround the ”mukyia”
Which spreads its wings
And flames high to give light
Where the old woman recites her ”ananses3m”____

”abaayewa” bi so gyina h)n nky3n
With a baby swaddled in ”kraada”_____

The ”3koo” paints the story of ”3kurase abrab)”
On the wall of my ear drums______

So I bend to spit the tales from the village room
And this is what I see::
From the wardrobe_____
Children burry the stones
On the ground with their bare foots
”Ak)kon” dances in the ”be33kwee”
Inspiring the fire to paint the pot black_____

From this parade
Many emanated to graduate
From the village room whence they showed me ”akaw”
Yes! And ”bor3dze a,h)n atoto ho”____

Birds sing in the forest
And the rippling flow of the rivers
Dangles in their souls_____

They dance to the tunes of their ancestors
And feel safe in their mokes____

The farmer glues not his eyes
To dry his cloth
But the cocoa to survive
When the ant pulls the goods to the ground
It then dances to the rythms
And the sounds
Of famine____

Adze rekye,adze resa no
Nna nkusi na akrantse
H)nho akyer h)n
Nny3 h)n bia
Na mbom,3kurase abrab)!

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Kofi Acquah

apram=a bamboo made bench in the village
bobo=a type of lantern used in the village to give out light made from a tin
nt3kyer3=feathers
Mukyia=a local object for cooking made from clay
Ananses3m=ananse story
Abaayewa bi so gyina h)n nky3n=a lady stands besides them
Kraada=white kalico
3koo=parrot
3kurase abrab)=village life
Ak)kon=a kind of meat gotten from a dead palm tree
Be3kwee=a kind of soup made from kontomire and coconut
Akaw=cocoyam boiled without peeling it
Bor3dze a h)n atoto=a roasted plantain

I’m ready to write! 🙂

Ready or not

Getting some sleep so I can be up bright and early with coffee in my belly before it begins! Let’s do this!

Hello!

Hello everyone, my name is Fionna. This is my first marathon. I’ll be doing the half marathon because I’m a mother to an energetic 1 1/2 year old, and my sanity depends on having SOME sleep. My love for words started when I was just a wee-one and has carried over into my adulthood.

In poetry, I’m still working on my form and fine-tuning my voice so this will be an exciting challenge and exercise. I’ve self-published two poetry books and one children’s book. My writing journey has been challenging and trying, at times. It isn’t always easy pursuing your passion. I’m grateful for groups like these where there is support and encouragement to keep going among like-minded peers.

I’ll be visiting my parents tomorrow (an hour and a half drive) and we don’t get to visit very often, so some of my poems may be submitted late so we can spend some quality time. I agreed to this forgetting that we had planned this visit. But, I’m determined to make it work. Besides, I’m sure they’ll be preoccupied with my daughter (their grand baby) anyway!

Happy writing tomorrow!

Preparation

I am so excited about today that I can barely contain myself.  I will be up early making a few snacks, chicken salad, meatballs, lil’ smokies, shrimp, rotel, etc. I don’t want my kids to bother me with anything. So a five o’clock wake up time is inevitable.  Good luck everyone

Introduction

This is my first year doing the marathon and I’m really excited! Looking forward to letting those creative juices flow and being inspired!!