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Daniel W. Garteh Jr. Poem
If I were a poet
I would pour pieces
Of my heart on pages
Paint in crystalline clarity
The anguish of my ancestors
My poems would be embroidery
Tailoring the strives
of this generation
I would write aspiration
on the mountains of mama Liberia
That her children - yet unseen
Can see and maintain our dreams
If I were a poet
I would write the dead to life
How deep can a poem be to cause a resurrection?
I would write poems so deep
Even the earth will use as its axis
I would perform spoken words
That would send you in awe
Because I would play on more words
Than any dictionary ever did
I would take the hand
Of my pen in marriage
And you would call me
Mr. Inkredible
If I were a poet
I would use my writings
To spray the fragrance of principles
As prove that if you keep
standing for yourself
You can become statuesque
If I were a poet
I would write the name of my Motherland
In every anthology I see
So that someone somewhere
Can see the beauty of my lineage
I would use words
To build skyscrapers of optimism
The truth is
I want to become a poet
But
I haven't found the right words yet
Copyright © Daniel W. Garteh Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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Daniel W. Garteh Jr. Poem
Genuinely!
I've not been the most frequent on this pen
But there are men and women, boys and girls
That have used it to walk on the shores of emotions,
Showing conviction to inspire an evolution
Using Compiling lines that demand admiration
Making this art beautiful and thought provoking
Invoking sensations of humor, love, sorrow, inspiration
They have gone the extra mile
Moving people and spreading innovations
Poets are philosophers
Campaigners of a world controlled by the mind
Creators of nations where reasons and feelings are combined
Inventors of spheres where dictions and connotations are aligned
In the only art form that knows how: Poetry
It's a lubrication to our souls
A beeline route to the heart
It's array of imaginations obligate consciousness
With verses of heavenly adoration
Poetry push motivation into dying bodies
Like doctors healing patients on life support
Conveyed through comedy or romance, activism or insight
Just the right words in just the right ways turn poems into vitamins
nourishing our fading bodies with endless possibilities
By connecting ink to paper
Poets through poems
Highlights the most extraordinary factors of life
Into the most ordinary style possible
The raw use of vernacular makes this art spectacular
They're ideas without frontiers
Lines fused to mold our dreams into entities
Verses and imagery construct poems into precisely powerful printings
That have touched so many lives
Having the greatest effect on me
And this is Phenomenal!
Copyright © Daniel W. Garteh Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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Daniel W. Garteh Jr. Poem
On Sunday, the sweet soft tone of the choir was muted
The church pews were brimming with dust
Ushers were unable to give directions
For even the congregation was stuck up in isolation
Preachers had to minister to the echo of their own voices
No trace of humanity has witnessed such a calamity
A pandemic with the propensity to spread faster than fake news
The entire globe is bleeding a single wound
We have to stay at home to avoid the blood stains
Meeting friends and family seem to be the good old days
The latest trend is keeping a distance and washing your hands
Who knows?
What's in the air or exactly how this thing spreads?
The beautiful feeling of just going out and getting fresh air
Now, it seems like a bad idea
This Plague, like a fiend, feeds the earth thousands of righteous victims every day
It's striking a newly sharpened double edged sword into the hearts of mortals
This is not just a virus, it's fear itself
Take precaution!
Copyright © Daniel W. Garteh Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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