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Poems By Vicki Acquah
Cognizant:
You have shown to me
my GREATNESS
- YOU
Having been discerning
But were not always
in agreement
You were there for me.
AWARE OF ME.'
You have known me
in my weakest flesh
You have marveled
at my strong spirit.
I will have to visit
you when I transition.
You will know it's me still.
Not like some" Duppie "
in a third rate cinema !
When I Come to you,
I will whisper poetry
loudly and crassly-
in your ear,
in my stern voice.
"Yes it tis I" -
I will say..
You know me.
So when the air is not stirring.
I will be as a gentle breeze
floating over
your body,caressing you.
Whilst your perception
reveals me to your conscious.
When OTHERS- don't get me-
CANNOT FEEL me ,
CANNOT SEE ME.
Cognizant you are -
of my existence.
Awake - you are
in my dreams
and my reality.
WHILE others slept on me.
You were fascinated by all of me,
analyzing the
" tic tic" of my clock"
Too aware of my very being.
Alert, even to my batting lashes.
responding
with that certain look -
You'd address my emotions,
my humor and my dread.
Conscious of each
others existence
sometimes we'd clash.
Wittingly we'd exchange love taps.
stimulating the intellectual.
I am your muse-for now
You are my smile for today.
Often times you'd
relent -pretending to be
simple, soft and unassuming.
Allowing me to be Just where I am
Why read Walt Whitman?
Because he writes majestic poems,
Luminous for who has a heart wounded by life,
Because he loves America and its men,*
That he writes that there is nothing more perfect than the earth,*
Because he walked in the ruts, the deep forests,
Because he saw the cities being built before his eyes,
Why read Walt Whitman?
"Because he is a cosmos, from Manhattan, the son" (I quote him),*
Because he is anything but narcissistic,
Because he understood that sweetness was a medicine
Like poetry, like travel or science,
Why read Walt Whitman, the grass leaves,
Because he is a friend, a brother, an interpreter,
He writes like one makes cinema, great cinema;
Because he is wary of faith, Because he loves the new and the old,*
Because he loves you reader, he could be like your "mother"
Because he loves you reader, like me,
Like the fire that feeds on what it burns, the wood,
That he needs you as a reader and that he knows it,
Why read Walt Whitman?
Because he understood that poetry is a bourbon or a cognac
A cocktail or a caipirinha, a sweet Chianti or a tequila
We drink it morning, noon, and evening, to no longer suffer.
* i quote the genius
To an delightful twilight of conversing,
And holding one another firmly to our entice bodies.
Looking profound into your exquisite eyes,
Noticing the naive of your heart,
And the intellectual zeal of your mental conception.
You smile so heavenly at me like your,
Gazing into the eyes of a companion you request in
prayers,
And only seen in cinema.
You asked my perception to facilitate you
And to heal the wounded heart that the previous
demeanor left upon you.
You weep in dreadful evenings,
Thinking that love is a utterance that destroys the
heart,
And compresses the soul itself.
You long for me to evaporate the tenderness that has
been dealt on you,
And bestow you the ecstasy that lifts the compelling
essence of an angel.
But you’re petrified to what may arrive from it.
The frightened way comes out through your veins,
And has you to questioned is will the next be
authentic.
But miss glance at me,
See the bliss I endorse into you,
And the hilarity that makes u desire to attack my
exterior.
Feel the texture of my lips,
When I kiss you unfathomable and passionately.
Hear the elation seep from you when I stroke the
accurate spots,
And have you Getty by the perception of my words.
But the only thing I require to do is,
take away the unmarked of non deserving love,
And give you the undeniable worship you earned.
Form:
I part the curtains of my memory and suddenly we are young again.
Half cousin to a distant life, I recall summer skips and marble throws.
The way we owned our little world on 2nd Avenue,
and explored every nook and cranny of our Italian hub.
Yes, they were the best years of our lives and we didn't know it.
As summer sun danced upon our shoes, with a hammer
we hit those little firecrackers and pow, pow, pow !
Banging pots and pans we woke everyone. Stomping, marching, and yelling with energetic voices. Who could miss three
boisterous children, in the prime of their lives.
Those were our free spirit days, strong legs and young
fleshy arms that were hugged one day and slapped the next.
Today I close the light gently on that flamboyant living.
It was a cinema-scope moment of the seventies, one that won't
return. Somehow we coped. Perhaps love was the healing balm
the anoint of our resilient souls.
We were young guns fired up for life. Always ready for adventure. Today I let the firecrackers pop in my head only once in a while,
down comes the hammer, pow, pow, pow !
Black dots aligned you bro bring down the hammer one more time, as I watch gun smoke come out of the sidewalk. Poof! Silence.
We were half insane, and loving it.
The End.
Fear acclimated to my very senses, a dire undertaking
This is, living in the present, yet a time traveling mind
Sent me to relive the past, not to learn from it, but as
Punishment, a judgement of my weakness that silenced me post haste.
A dead heart yearning to beat another day, it's dying remorse for careless actions performed against me in
The cinema of my mind, a dark gothic amphitheater to which I am haunted by spectrals of the abuse forced upon my brain and body.
I was not alone in this as my brother received the greater recompense for crimes he never, nor I, committed.
Byproducts of guilt to shame us in to believing we were just
No good.
How then did he escape though I lagged behind?
Not through death, but in to an echo of the desert longing
For an oasis that was far more dangerous than the last.
Bereft, I succumbed to the eternal heights of insanity, feverishly grabbing whatever I could that would do my sack of skin harm in hopes that I might escape this realm.
To no avail.
I searched on and on for a lantern of heaven to guide me
To keep me safe, and for a season I was, but I suffered far
More for a belief that in the end did me no good.
There's no escape, no end in sight.
Yet if I could give up, I'd do it with all my might.
I hope my car starts tomorrow,
That I can leave my street Charles de Foucault,
That I can go write a poem, or almost,
I love walking an hour in the fresh countryside.
I hope that I can cross the bridge, the harbor,
To buy milk, port and natural fruits,
That I can leave my city for a few hours,
I love to think of you, in the silence of the countryside.
I hope my car starts tomorrow,
That I can go to the cinema to see a Romanian film,
That I can go flower Mom’s grave,
You see, I’m nothing without my car.
Pourvu que ma voiture démarre demain,
Que je puisse quitter ma rue Charles de Foucauld,
Que je puisse aller écrire un poème, ou presque
J’aime marcher une heure dans la fraiche campagne.
Que je puisse aller traverser le pont, la rade,
Pour acheter du lait, du porto et des fruits naturels,
Que je puisse quitter ma ville quelques heures,
j’aime penser à toi, dans le silence de la campagne.
Pourvu que ma voiture démarre demain,
Que je puisse aller au cinéma voir un film roumain,
Que je puisse aller fleurir la tombe de maman,
Voyez-vous, je ne suis rien sans ma voiture.
I bought a new television for my home, It was the first telly in the village , All the villagers visited my home to see it , And it was a showcase at the center of the hall
No one was allowed to touch the new box,
Only my mother had the privilege to use it, She walked royally and switched on the Tv , And sat on the chair in front of the small screen.
The boys rushed to my house at ten o'clock , And sat before the tube and watched cricket , They made more noise throughout the day , Which disturbed our normal daily life.
My place was filled with women in the evening , They enjoyed the old and new cinema songs, The dwelling was empty after ten o'clock , My mother was shouting at herself to clean the house.
My house was a noisy mansion all day, The villagers visited my house like travelers, TV has become part and parcel of modern life,
What an amazing google box it was!.
Murphy's Law
This law simply states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong;
if there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong,
and if anything simply cannot go wrong, it will anyway.
Captain Ed Murphy was right
when he said his famous line,
"If anything can go wrong, it will"
even when I did everything right
Friday, I asked you out
, and you answered yes so excitedly.
Prepared, I did it with enough cash
so you would not bail out.
On Saturday, I dressed smartly to look cool.
Little did I know I was a fool.
The new shirt I bought was inside out
and a large tear made me feel cool.
I arrived earlier than the agreed time
waiting on the side to see her arrive.
Arrive she did in sweat and smiles
Two hours later than the agreed time.
I asked her if we should get inside
only to be told she had a friend in tow.
A guy she introduced as a cousin smiled
causing shame and anger inside.
I showed them my sweetest smile
and offered to get food and drinks.
Bought two tickets at the counter,
and bought it with a Cheshire cat's smile.
I wanted to see a romantic movie
but the red string to another led me.
Brought the tickets, food, and drinks
to the booth with a slasher movie.
I told them to go look for seats,
for I will go to the loo first.
I walked away from the cinema,
but instead towards a taxi's seat.
I planned to go on a wonderful date,
ended instead on a lonely game.
Played all day inside an internet cafe
until the calendar changed date.
The only thing inside my mind,
who brings a cousin on an intimate date.
It changed something inside of me,
broke my heart, and changed my mind.
There I was at cinema in the 70s
being a cowboy fan this all I did
so went to see latest fad at the movies
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
It had real stars like Paul Newman
Robert Redford and Katherine Ross
what a pair were Butch and Sundance
robbed many a bank showing who's boss
The highlight was my favourite song
raindrops keep falling on my head
Ross and Newman riding on that bike
such harmony whenever script read
whenever rain falls through the sun
one thinks immediately of fav song
making one's mind instantly to remember
so start yourself to always sing along
So good now have movie on DVD
play as often as one does want
get favourite song on youtube too
so go on look it up now real pront!
(My favourite song of 70s was 'Raindrops keep falling on my head' from one of my all time fav movies ' Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid' )
I’m Okay With You
I’m okay with you.
Doesn’t matter what you think—
Politically or religiously.
I like you even though we disagree.
I like talking to you about music and sports—
About cinema, literature and art.
I respect your opinion on all things.
You are my friend, and as such,
You will always receive the benefit of the doubt.
You will always be respected, regardless of circumstances,
Regardless of vehement disagreements spoken in anger.
You are my friend and have earned my good will.
You have grown to become the fierce wind at my back.
I say: Thank you, my friend, for staying loyal.
My hope for you is one of good health and good cheer.
And please know this:
There are no eggshells in my garden.
Truly, I’m okay with you.