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Best Poems Written by Leslie Nii Tete Annan

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Don'T Cry, My Dear

Never cry, my dear
Never believe in your ear
Distance doesn’t break love
If it does it is not out love
I care as much as I’ve ever cared
And could never forget you, if I dared
Throw away worries
And shuffle through your card of memories
A many great good time
We had in our time
So that stories of Romeo and Juliet
Would sound like a boring sonnet

Never cry my dear
Never believe in your ear
Distance doesn’t break love
If it does, it isn’t our love
I’ll choose you again and again
Like a dried up clayey soil needing rain
I can never have enough of you
I can’t bear your absence
No, without you, life is nonsense
The world is only real to me
Because you are in it with me

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The Cycle of the Law-Enforcer

The CYCLE OF THE LAW-ENFORCER
At puberty, he came in contact with the law. 
In every aspect of his life, it was the core. 
His freedom was now a cheap ore; 
Suddenly shrinking his daftest paw, 
Hurling him high and back to the floor. 
All he did in his nature had a flaw. 
“What’s this they call the Law?” 
If it’s against him it called for War. 
He’d cut it in the middle with a saw.
Now he’s old, frail, so his strength would thaw. 
And even if in all things, there’s the law. 
His nature was refined, conforming and not raw. 
So he worships the law with wary awe.
Since, at the end, it sprouted power to him from the gore. 
And even gives him peace, respect and more. 
He loved it all, the law and its flaw. 
Give them to him, and he’d lock the door, 
Keep it to himself till he became the law.
Now the very epitome of the law, 
All who stand against him under he’ll plough. 
He’s the law. 
Take it or leave it, he's the law.

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I Fly High

 You cannot match me, Kite
You lack the strength for this height.
I am a shooting star
From you I am very far
To you Grace has long gone
And for that she blesses none.
In your heart you sore
Envying me as I soar
Can Fortune be this blind,
Her oil gropes, my head to find? 
No, Fortune still knows me
And she will surely fetch me.
Even the dark Chasm
 Clinches fast to Fatalism
When I only pass by 
And even avoid her eye.

Me back you cannot hold
My greatness is well foretold

Oh how huge a labor
This grand greatness I savor!

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What Do You Want From Me

What do you want from me?
A good name?
Like a name that inspires awe?
Like a name that inspires loyalty?
Like a name that inspires reverence?
Or a good name? 
Of the average Joe?
Of a fit-the-box leader?
Of the little fence-sitting man?
Well, I don’t want it
Take it for yourself
I don’t want to be dulled?
To be liked by all
I don’t want to be enslaved to mediocrity
To be nobody at all
I can properly standout,
With a small offence to the average mind
With a minor sin that the newly adept appalls
With crime committed mostly in private by most
But judged harshly when seen in public by some hypocrites,
I can properly standout and be greater
With that which the majority can’t do
Not caring so much the consequences to the ego
I might incur when I fail
Choosing to do very well what all others do normally,
I’ll be remembered by many
Because those who are envious of me
Will remain obsessed with my courage
Talk about me for attention
But I will be remembered
But a good name?  I don’t want it.

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If Life Is Strife

Life is strife
But strife is life
Pain lingers in my core
I can feel it evermore
Who wouldn’t will a cry,
Rather than demand to die?

Life is strife
But strife is life
I only stalk the night
With a knife in my right
Spiting curses and fear
Gripping my shadow near

Life is strife
But strife is life
I am only a corpse
Living on others’ crops
Like a standing skeleton
Charged to build a guillotine

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All Must Move

Move Move Move 
Everything must move
You have no choice
You have no voice
There is no land
To grant you a stand
Move Move Move
Flying saucer in a cave
Left and right to nothing are sold
You can count on none to give a hold
Look up not unto the skies
Look down not upon the flies
Move Move Move

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Waiting To Be Dead

I wake up
But I’m in another mode of sleep
I speak up
But I only weep

I lack energy in my body
I crave to be fed
My mind has become cloudy
Waiting to be dead

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It's Early Day Yet

They saw it coming

The dawn of a Heaven

My money is before me,

Wine and food in abundance,

Jewelry and precious stones,

Property in excess.

All for me

These are here to pay me homage

These are here to add to my substance?

These are here for what?

 

Please let the gift bearers remain at the gate.

Let them wait.

It’s early days yet,

Lest I lose sight of the biggest prize

That my Maker has waiting for me

For He has said

That He has prepared a special place for me

That’s enough.

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They Think I Can'T Sing Again

Yes…

Years have passed

Possessed of huge feet

Feats of mine already forgotten

Forbidden even to be reminisced by all

Yes…

My passions have lodged their complaints

They shouted, “We can’t do it anymore,

Too many don’t want us to sing

So we must shut up!”

Yes…

First, I must bow.

If I purpose to make my fart

Well heard over boundaries and biases

That it would destroy doubts in its wake like a tsunami

Yes…

Let the feeble minded believe what they want to believe

Me I know right now I’m way better than before

My voice may be now cast in concrete

But they forget who made me.

Yes…

They think I can’t sing again

I can’t sing more songs without a voice.

And they can be right; my sweet voice was yanked from me

And a croak of a frog was given to me instead to please whose ears?

Yes…

God did this because this was what they wanted right from the onset.

He satisfied them for once in order to satisfy me forever

Now I can sing for the deaf to hear and know

The power of My maker.

 

Yes…

I can sing again, just better.