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Once upon a stranger
A girl A well intentioned woman
With open and adorned soul
Askance behind silvered eyes and sighs,
Revealing her concealed seraphic smiles
In an unending sequence.
Yielded in gleams in day dreams,
With folklores and odes chronicling her unique meekness.
Once upon a moment.
I heard silent whispers fade
Within a bus on a starry August night
She stood up to take one last view
With hope gleaming in her heavy eyes
Half in joy half in fear.
Once upon what it seems
The empty streets the cold store fronts
In the stark of the night she fumbled and crumbled
In the heat of the day she struggled and saddled
Into the realms of unaccompanied paths;
A forlorn forest A dense city street
An unchained soul is caged
(By the ugly parodies of society)
In cells in the dungeons of her mind
She ponders on her dreams reality killed
As she walked through the shanty streets, accompanied by cheer and fond memories.
Once upon a again
Her hope lingers near;
To fill the void with beauty, Top a class of fifty.
Her dreams ignite cheer;
To rekindle the lonely, Build Hope for the needy.
An ebullience cradling every night, dazed with smiles lit by echoes.’
Once upon loop of forever after
Lamentations probed!
Between forced marriages and a broken home,
One demure in her succinct lifetime
Raped abused and ignored.
A predicament lurking for so long,
Gradually prancing into suicidal thoughts.
And her world took a dark turn
For the moments were near felt burnt
And she recoiled deeper into her shells
Too late for your remorse and wishing wells.
Once upon a stolen dream
Once upon a neglected childhood
Once upon a depressing stroll
Once upon an abusive womanhood
Once upon a forced marriage
Once upon time and time again
“A bowed head,
Seeking shelter from raging tempests”
And as she lies on her five feet mat deep In her sleep where dreams unfold,
The Queen rises once again with seraphic smiles in her ultimate paradise.
Photo credit: Darwin Leon “Rape”
Save the Queen!
Copyright © Kofi Amed | Year Posted 2017
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Opening
Fourth street and the divide meet
Near the stream where it's waters Impede
Five metres walk from the wooden bridge
A little further away from the deserted car park
Underneath the third tree with the broken bench !
De ja vu
Green leaves fell beneath my brown moccasins
Sounds of an unending symphony caste in
And it feels like I've been here before
Over and over again
Epiphany
Sanguine sigh!
Sense a wise fill beyond these greens
To rise through the times with pulse calmly,
And glide through the devil softly
Strange talk
Working on a feeling
Binging on poetry
Drowning the sea
Persuading illusions
Eluding obsessions
Disjointed phrases and melodramas
Clenched in a monologue
Love story
Welcome back home
There's food in the kitchen
Happenstances
Lost in admiration
From close encounters
In a rhyme connected to a poem
Stealing glances
In between time and after time
Let love be ...
Pinky swears
Life of leisure
Paintings and Figures
Sleeping on a rainy morning
Becoming a muse
A burst of laughter
Delighted and witty ;Inherently amused
Feels like yesterday
Old convos and forgotten faces
Paper planes and Origami cranes
Kites with no tails
Leave farewell shadows on the ground
life's simple pleasures
Stunning sunset
Popping a bubble wrap
Game with a queen
Dimples and dark chocolates
Petrichor and sweet fragrances
Unusual beauty
Long walk underneath the vast acrylic skies.
Anyway you look at it
Modesty is attractive
Perfection is overrated
Darkness matters
Love divine will make us
Oblivion is a safe heaven ,
Inclined amidst a chaotic despondency .
You name it
A song for the lonely
A frenetic cadence of loathe and harmony;
A harmony reeling the melancholy
An unchained prolix of blatant facts
An anthology of beautiful fiction
So
Can you count the emotions
Can you read the in between the lines
And solemnly draw your conclusion
Can you hear the echoes fringe
From the virtual spaces between
Again
There's no need for a refrain
You do your crying in the rain
Surged by sudden sullen pain
Hope
You were them under your sleeves
With all the melancholy and the peeve
But amber and somber will never leave
And upon your self will it forever heave
Water on my head
Balancing ambition with conscience
Under a cross;eluding the sickle moon
Interlaced with fragile chastity
And all the finest things connected to heredity
Either way
Choked on an aroma
In my big brother's kitchen
No need for endless debate
Promise
Unicorns and Afro minions
Serenity, endless looming serenity
Anchored behind cloud nine
Back to motive
Matters of the heart
Silence and heartbeats
Permit my voice to sing it riddles
Look
Virtual spaces
Seemed a blessed hope
Of pretty things
That feels like yesterday
In a life of leisure, and rare happenstances
Odd soul
Held a cactus flower
Buoyed of a certain showing
Epiphanies and deja vus
Tinkling an opening farewell
Evening walk
By the road where the divide meet
Over bridge where the waters recede
It's 12pm and am certain
Destiny still awaits me to fulfill my heavy fate.
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I
Anchored on a sun filtered shore
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm
Let it serenade heal my bruised palm
To chronicle tales of my hearts longings
And memoirs of my gradual bondings
To enthral my thoughts in the expanse of time
Parading on the lowly impasse of my prime
To write poetry ,prose or mystery fiction
Titled love on a mission to submission
For winds of change will unravel the future
And the dust of defeat will cover the past
II
Invulnerable In dens of sublime realms
where embers of hope forever gleams
Sparked moments that never fade nor flicker
Down the coconut groves lining the ocean Vast
Departing the depths of calamity chosen
To savour the dews of my late night hours
And devour not the memorable endeavours
For beauty was with me in those moments
One Inevitably engulfed in avid desires
An adherent of the much awaited messiah
With amalgam of glee and humility
And simple life of truth and sincerity
III
Traversing the blissful cavalcade holds
I contemplate in dissonant folds
Harrowing scenes from the sunset vives
I linger in my skimming crimson skies
Seemingly, my life plied on out worn roads
Embalmed by these hands in worded codes
In tongues of my fore fathers decent
I will lounge in their culture with no lament
Like those who came before me
Who fought oppressors from over the sea
and their legends enshrined in echoing songs
Of "murmurs of pleasures, pains, and wrongs"
IV
Whereon mindful of the lot i ought to do
Arrayed within scenes from over the hue
Gradually with hasty steps into depths unexplored
And withdraws, into chambers of happiness and scenes adored
To let the crest of my turning tossing mind detach from fearful odds
And my blessed struggling kind flee from the twilight of the earthly gods
So my heart and soul finally infuse with the fluidity of my course
Down the avenues of my maturity
Down the patterns of my progress
Down the depths of my humility
Down the tangled maze of my life I confess...
..In swirling moon beams of alluring calm
A faith in doubt amid a battering qualm
Under clouds which housed the days of yore
On this shell and plastic littered shore.
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On a ledge and in trace of paths to incandescent tunnels away from illusive digression.
Voices fade overhead into narrowing echo of screams amid mild depression.
I drown in the shadows to escape the mean pressure from society and peers combined.
A Judgement of guilt and inequity, that doesn’t seldom need to be redefined.
Provocative words full of rage and furry frequent as it flows meandering its way into my pale ochre imaginations.
Like the drizzle of a brusque morning serene abrupt with no opposing confrontations.
My body sway from side to side as I walk on, perhaps my heavy heart weighs me down .
Hollow with no ideas and aims to pin down failure’s momentum building up beneath my feet.
Love keeps me going as I crawl in the shadows leaving behind dreams I can never fulfill.
Out of the cave and the world opens to a pool of light so sublime invading the dark all around.
I hope my ascending calls for divine inspiration brews love for in it I believe.
For I climb the sable stairs to recuperate under burgundy solar flares where my ambitions succeed.
So give me a rope, so I can ascend a bit further to see what lies beyond the Rhine .
Guess it will be my chain of broken dreams rearranged in velvet swirls that entwine.
Copyright © Kofi Amed | Year Posted 2022
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I am....
An Ashanti warrior A Bantu dancer
I am a Yoruba royal clothed in my Asooke
Dancing Adowa and kpalogo to tunes from wulomei and masekela
I am proud Masai
Standing around manyattas,
Jumping to melodies from the olaranyani
Eunoto is here and today I dance in front my peers in transition into a senior warrior
Oh how sweet the African rhythms
Imprudently lifting and soul soothing
Sisala sebrew on Akan drums
Highlife explorations unending on opus 1.
I am an Ewe woman
From the lineage of Nerfetiti
And a great great ....grand daughter of Nandi
My Gèle will never fall off
My Dashiki will never fade out
I am a Fulani herdsman
Wandering the Sahel plains of Africa
Along with a fellow Malinke brother
Who speaks fluent igbo and today we revisit our roots in Nok
I’m from Gao
320 km east-southeast of Timbuktu.
A descendant of Sonni Ali ,
Reciting the epic of Sundiata with intertwining soothing kora melodies from Kandia Kouyate
Oh how dazzling the African landscape
And glorious it's Heritage
Such rekindling and Homeric folklores
And a boundless diverse cultures
I am the African dream
mother's only son my father’s only daughter
I'm the incantations of royal fetish and message behind the talking drum
I am the African noble
Free from identity torment
I know of my glorious past and my colourful future
My city will bleed no more
Never again will i be a wanderer
I know my culture
And my alluring language
Ah how powerful the African names
Araba Termytorphe and Ifedayo chant in unity
Diallo Sissoko and Achiaa bestow serenity
Mbali and Lamisi elegantly wore their kente
Tonight we dance to tunes from the kete
For Yaa Asantewaa never gave up the fight
So we lift our hearts with emancipated minds
To reach new heights ! O’ Nana Nyame,
May you forever guide us with your light .
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Hello there !
Black or white
A mixture of yellow or green
Blue eyes or thick lips
May be Short or tall ,fat or slim
A blend of Asian or Caucasian
African or wherever you from,
Do you bleed? Is your blood red ?
Do you breathe?
Hello there
Do you still cry when the lights are off ?
Does your blood pressure soar in the dark ?
I guess you a grown up now, a muchacho with a buoyant forehead .
Hello there
Forget their phoney comments
You are a queen, believe it ,live it.
Hey you skinny with bulging eyes
You curvy with thick lips
You are Pretty .
Hello there
You look gorgeous in those native prints
Radiant in the purple scarf
You allure in those blue jeans
Elegant in the wooden slippers
and dazzling Afro beads .
Hello there
Your breathe smell like soursop do u mind a peck on my cheeks ?
I don't care about the lipstick stain.
Hello there
I love the gap in between your teeth
It's really beautiful
What do u call it in your language ?
Hello there
Is your hair natural ?
Your locks are amazing , long and pristine
Hey there, I love your fro!
Too bad i have gone bald at age 25
But hey my head shines bright like a diamond doesn't it?
Hello there
I saw you in a sea of faces
Your wore veil with a coloured kente
Walking in the sunshine as the daisies flamboyantly fall beneath your feet.
Hello there can I poke my hands in your ribs
Can I tickle you a bit ?
Gosh! there's a hole in your cheeks whenever you laugh! it's really pretty.
Is it a dimple?
Hello there
Your knowing smile just breaks me down
I love your braids
And your fat cheeks
They bring me so much joy
Hello there
There's something about your thick lips and droopy eyes
It puts the twinkling stars to shame each night
Can I borrow them?
Hello there
Can I kiss your forehead for motivation each morning ?
Can I call you when am down ?
Would you sing for me even if your voice is bad?
Hello there
you are perfectly created
Flawless!
I admire your courage and zeal
Your humility and confidence
Your Godliness and your selflessness.
Hello there
I've you in my poems
I love your name
I learnt it's of a Queen who fought oppression
Hello there
You are fearfully and wonderfully made
A perfect work of God's creation
Don't ever force to fit in
Never try to achieve that superficial image portrayed in media.
Hello there
Just be you ,Blossom in your uniqueness
Down the media perceptions
Distort the unrealistic images in your head
You are beautiful the way you are !
Hello stranger
You are unique just like everyone
Appreciate the similarities,
Accept the differences .
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I’m too tired to tell another story
About the pangs of reality
of my barricading delusions
and my spontaneous God given days
A long wait ;A fat fate
A nine day wonder that forever lay in yonder.
I’m bled out of verve ;high on adrenalin
I hated narcissism ,ignored individualism.
Am losing my creed hard as it seems,
No need for innuendos and cover ups
No gimmickry no false flags
I believe in theocracy,oneness of the most high.
I have been punched and bruised
Dead beaten and Ill stricken.
I've been a witness to sordid days
Happy years and bonfire nights
I once asked Santa for maiden
He told me " dude lets be serious"
I won't even bother Cupid
That naked winged baby wielding weapons
who even crowned him an angel ?
I've breached the rules
Threshed on everything with a head full of pain
Tried singing when broken
Only to realise my voice is even worse than my problems
In my fantasies I probed for honesty ,
Paraded with veracity.
But bliss is not a thing life guarantees
And I know this is how life in its entirety goes.
My imaginings are wilder,
Might soon catch a banshee
My nostalgias are inconsistent ,
And My health is really getting better
Will someday soon sky dive in Ghana
Or yet still rally on the Savannah
I sought levity in the midst of debacles
Only to find fury in endless spirals.
I stumbled on a prose
Lo! let me sip on its sweetened repose.
In my hands a pen a paper
so I can write away my woes.
recite it like a rhapsody or sing it like a hymn
As a form of consolation,An escape from reality.
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Queen in our eyes!
Goddess in our hearts
Alleviated fears ;Shaped behaviors
Built careers ; Educated a nation
Sang hymnals :Through the moments slowly.
She learned to live and love
Unperturbed by failure unruffled by haste
To rise in the midnight glory
Unbounded by time ,Undimmed by hope.
She sang dirges in ceremonies
boxed by pain raze with tears
Called on a God in heaven !
Pushed by problems unleashed by dreams
To wipe our tears and fails
Charred by life’s harsh realities
Unbroken by woes strengthened in invocations
Into our stubborn adolescent years
The hectic times, the sick bed comforts
I reminisce her brief scolding
Refusing to go to school for no reason
And all her exquisite wares I broke
Can’t phantom the pain I caused her
But she never gave up on me
Not he not her not us
Even the once who upon her laps they laid not
A neighbourhood mum ; circumventing the hemisphere with her selfless deeds
Spreading euphoria here and there.
With little that she has and her love unrelenting
For the ones she nurtured beneath her feet
With a partner she adored since day one
She smiles and there’s hope
Of small beginnings and of grand endings
In her voice comfort and peace
I will forever be grateful for a mother like you
So thank you for words uttered
Your actions and inactions
Thank you for the love unconditional
Even In your anger in your pain
Thank you for souls well nurtured
The spanks so brusque The food The gifts
Thank you for the care unending
May God bless you always
Thank you for a life well lived
In your footsteps we follow suit.
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In the fading august sunset
I walk out of my mud house
In my checkered coloured kente
And dazzling wooden slippers.
As the sounds of the drums echo behind
I dance to the tune of its melodic songs.
Gong Gong Gong Gong Gong!
The beats resound whirling along with
Soothing tune from the pawpaw stick flute.
I chant along with the crowds "nana oo nana"
In recognition to kings of ashanti kingdom.
Royals worth their weight in Gold,
As am Awed by a culture that never gets old.
I dine with the kings at the adai kesse festival,
An indigenous gathering beneath my feet in kusmasi.
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Alluring beauty and soul-lifting smile on her face; Glittering natural hair coiled inside her golden kente scarf.
Her perfectly shaped legs in her stunning faded blue jeans. She’s beauty defined!
carefully moulded nose on a wonderfully formed face ,her beauty Tops all!
Her presence is a scene worth taking a glimpse and a beauty that needs to be seen by all eyes.
The burst of her blooming giggling and spasmodic laughter mutes all boredom , spiff up my day and permeates my soul.
Beauty is motivation,She’s inspiration,
She’s a blessing; Endowed with beauty like no other , inspired by a God above all others and motivated in his words for always.
Beauty is here with me; Iaughing at my jokes,
Wearing my cloths, reading my poems,
arguing with me, and walking by my side invading my horizon with her sacchariferous fragrance.
Beauty is a blessing ; the perfect definition of a virtuous woman described in the Good Book.
Beauty is euphoria, She’s is my only other self,
An answer to a prayer from up above.
Now beauty stole my name ! No worries cause her heart belongs to me ;wielded on the walls of mine.
Beauty never fades as she grows old, she’s just seals it in her heart and expresses it in deeds.
I Wake up every day knowing beauty lives on; and she, will forever hold a special place in the organ that pumps my blood.
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