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CREAT LIFE
Create life by
making introvert interactive,
giving boost to indolent inactive,
attributing enthusiasm to passive.
Great time will fly.
Cheer up each,
lone, without hope or distressed,
deprived, aloof or depressed,
pessimistic, strained or stressed.
Life is rich.
Life is graceful
Life to love, life to care
Life to enjoy, life to share,
Life to nurture, life to bear.
Life is calm and cool.
Life is music
to be sung in chorus
with all around us
joyous, vivacious.
Symphony: Unique.
05/15/16
Edited on 06/16/20
People are drowning in the materialism of world
Leaving their ambitions blast-beruffled
The cascading effects of what they may face
Are the one from which they have an unawered gaze
Sinking deep in the nothingness and facade
The dream in hollow pessimistic of thoughts
Having unclear and unfocused starts
They think failure as a word so so heavy
Just seven letters it have; a sign of testing consistency
For those who hover over the worldly talk and do action
Success grasps their hands at the end
Others may bloom with the web of praise before the first step
But some like to keep everything secret until the last step
All may have goals and ambitions
But some have consistency and passion
In the cacophony of motivation and de-motivation
Society crumbles away the bud to bloom
"Wao" for those who hide their tears in dark
Having sleepless nights to give a spark
Their hearts are bounded with the repetition of "yes"
Fading the de-motivation and stress
Their mouths are shut before the final release
They prefer action, hardwork, and peace
In the silence of world, they walk
In the traffic of dilemmas, they stay
They know their dreams as themselves
They have a spark, they have a treasure
Ebola
Formerly known as Ebola hemorrhagic fever
First appeared in Nineteen sixty six
Found in Sudan's Nzara
Concomitantly, Congo's Ebola River
There wasn't any quick fix
From nowhere It has visited the world again
Leaving the world see everything in train
Scaring my wonderful West Africa
As it drains countries like Nigeria,
Guinea, Sierra leone and Liberia
Ebola Ebola
Everybody is talking about Ebola
Taking the waves world wide especially Africa
The most feared and number one killer
Tension heats up as It may come any hour
Every country tries protecting her border
Including my own motherland Ghana
Then just behind our flesh, came that old cholera
Revive and showing great power
Cooking people like short-grained brown rice
Sweeping them like dead flies
The causes are known Unequivocally
But solutions come verbally
The campaign then changes
Opening new pages
'Fighting Cholera' ' Preventing Ebola'
hmm Mother Ghana
I am pessimistic about the future
Ebola Ebola
Are we ready?
Can you come get him today? The teacher texts me.
I cannot take it. It’s awful. It’s bad, you see.
I rapidly discover it is the child, little Lee.
His story makes me feel sad, a tale not of glee.
The truth is, he thinks the devil lives within him.
Taking control, making him mad, and an evil twin.
He says “I need more Jesus” and begins again.
He is hitting his small unhappy head with vim.
I have the devil in me, he tells me true.
He makes me do stuff I do not want to do.
I have such bad in me, I am going to the bad place.
I am bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, BAD, I will have no grace.
I look at him, this eight-year-old-child, with a sweet heart,
He has always been pure and mild, a child so smart.
I pray for some guidance. What advice to employ
To help this miserable, helpless thrown-away boy?
His mother left when he was little, barely two feet tall.
And his daddy has been practically no help at all.
He lives with grandma, who fancies herself good and clean.
In actuality, she looks for his evil, and is pretty damned mean.
She has clearly pulled him into her pessimistic mind set.
His life is all about fire and brimstone and the devil he will get.
He is convinced he is evil. He will be punished. He is a little hood.
I want to help him but his mind is closed to hearing any of his good.
What can we do? The teacher asks, he thinks he is bad,
But he is smart and abnormally good. It makes me so sad.
Unfortunately, his Mom is gone, and his Dad is no help.
But what can we do?
Grandma is absolutely convinced he is the devil,
and unfortunately now he is too.
We are praying people, I say, so maybe he is right.
Maybe Jesus is the way.
Let’s go home and send him love,
and pray and pray and pray.
Against The World
Conflict
Naysayers
Being pessimistic
Bring down the giant
Just walk away
Your not defeated
Be the bigger person
Another dark road up ahead
Your not the only one
Hold up a rustic lamp
Find your way through the chaos
Strangers are always casting out stones
No victory in a fight
Silence builds character
I don’t need to be famous
I’m too old for the drama
Always going through turmoil
Trying to be the peace maker
insecure , jellious, individuals
You can’t escape stupidity
Just walk away
Turn out the noise
Just talk to the hand
I’m not wasting my time and negative energy on this
Me against the world
People will never change
Let go of the rage
Delete social media
Be calm and collective
Don’t bother the old man
I spit fire
to remind you
to strategically align your verbs correctly in a sentence
or perhaps you'd like to see me correct you
oh wait, You correct I?
That seems about right
that sums it about up
and just when you figure you've had enough-
poof!
You're gone.
Cause you run.
You run from your feelings,
you run from reality instead of taking the beating
you run from your own self judgment,
self worth
don't tell me I didn't love you enough
I sat by you while you spat vomit in my face
while your hands twisted my neck-
rope-burn-
the sensation
you feel when there's no hope
nothing but doubt echoing
louder
and louder
but wait
is that retaliation?
Or a mirage of he-the one he pretended-
the one who was happy
had his life together.
Instead you pity me
Pitiful thinking
brings pessimistic events
so while you're still stuck in denial
unable to forgive yourself
unable to trust
I'll be flying over you,
hitting an excess speed
This mission is aborted
You lit my rocket ship
Douglas Murray
On various YouTube programs
I have taken an interest in his opinions
about Islam in Europe, and I share
his pessimistic opinions
He is a person of great interest
always well groomed
it appears he spends most of his
time in various hotel rooms, preferable
near a mirror, adjusting his tie
His vanity is amusing
Regarding his view of the Gaza debacle
I fear his dislike (hatred) of Islam
leads him astray by talking about
the October 7/10 atrocities, yet fail
to address the 42 thousand civilians
killed by Israeli bombs, which
he, no doubt, blames Hamas
As a debater, he is superb
his intelligence
of highest quality
I also find his half-smile when delivering
a verbal retort, endearing
I look forward to reading his books
I am worried
I am in despair
I am tensed
I am in low spirits
My song sounded melancholic
My thought turned pessimistic
My emotion became lifeless
My life seemed purposeless
My heart lost its rhythm
Cold shivers rippled my blood
My pulse missed its beat
Vacuum nested every nerve of my head.
I started my journey from somewhere to reach nowhere
I found myself toiling in the sands of dreary nightmare
I continued my cruise on the shoreless ocean
Searching for a home in an unknown destination
Life seemed to be a battlefield and I transformed into a weaponless warrior
Fighting with an unknown enemy for a mysterious reason
Tears were racing with the valley of blood
Anguish supplanted the graveness of a flash flood
Having fed with very little hope of survival
I gravely waited for the life's arrival.
Sailing unchaperoned in the gigantic world,
I realised that life is a personalized game and the triumph embosoms the unflinching souls.
Hope is what I'm hanging on to for the rest of my life
Agitated because I wish I can put a smile on your face
Planning on seeing you shine bright like you used to do
Point is...why do you discourage yourself and doubt your abilities to be set free and fly?
I would keep you safe and warm in my comforting touch
Never worry about what lies ahead; instead, have confidence and ambition
Embrace your illuminating positivity from now on and forever...always abiding in the light of the Lord
Super happy that your optimistic side is taking over your pessimistic nonsense
So, you deserve to be happy and proud of your many accomplishments and unfulfilled dreams of yours....happiness well-spent will be good luck, for your fortunate for the abiding love that is near your side
I wandered lonely with heartfelt sob
to see crowds roam through sales in malls
When all at once I spied a mob
A host,of glinting , jingling tills
Beside the cafe and near the stairs
Coughing up and vomiting bills
As raucous as their racket grinds
They jingle in the grasping store
Stretching in never ending lines
Along the margin of the floor
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Pinging up prices in their merry dance.
The folk beside them paid-but they
Grabbed the glittering cash with glee
A shopper could not but sad be
In such cash conscious company
I gazed-and gazed- but little thought
What goods this visit for them had bought
For oft when at home I do brood
In pessimistic and reflective mood
There rings up in my inner heart
The sordid search for commercial bills
And then my heart with dread doth start
As my mind recalls those dreaded tills
When of beauty there is a dearth
What can we say are words worth?