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Michael Mamah Poem
When the mighty wind comes to a quench
And the heavy rain comes to a halt
Would your household boast of a bountiful harvest?
Plentiful enough into your very own hut
Today a new man taken over your spirit
Trampling the power of the man of God’s thought
Tick-tack, tomorrow comes a heavy retrench
Alas, you go empty belled and no food inside your pot.
What happened to the brain given to think?
A great mind vested with power of will
But you decided to be a fool of cheeky trill
Unquestioning every questionable act of willful flick!
For a pot of porridge, thy brain halts and opts to slack
Lying low and below under a fake man’s will
Thy eyes wind open even without a wink
Yet not open enough to see the heart full of deceitful trick.
Millions of lion’s heart given to a goat to paint its will?
Weep! Cos you have sold your mind
Yet, to a set of thoughtless thinkers
Into the very hands of the man of endless gimmick
Shame! Politics have hauled the brainy brain,
And still not enough a hurt
Painting a lively skull so brainless
Thus! You are so full of total emptiness.
Relentlessly you have stopped to think
What happens when the might wind comes to a quench
And the heavy rain comes to a halt
Would your shore filled with fish so countless
Deceitful and cunny like serpent of sambissa forest
Here with you forever in thick
Soon they build a heavy fortress
So I beseech you to stop! Make a rethink
Then you can see the black mind of the man so mindless,
Yet promising to bring your black diamond home
Copyright © Michael Mamah | Year Posted 2016
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Michael Mamah Poem
A path to death –Life
A path to life –Death
A journey of pathways
Of horror of darkness
Through many valley of sorrows
Afterwards, hill of triumph follows
Before hails sadness!
And later, happiness
Sailing through to Success
Deep under the carpet so low
Of that of the surface earth
Until it ever takes a solo
Hitting even the most secured Garth
In loads of thunderous throw
Yet a hope of brightness
Uninvited it calls! Albeit
To the might’s fortress
And even to the weary’s petit
Unveiling so many secret
Thus far hidden in darkness
Who runs from its gloomy strides
Infiltrating into the very soul,
Once blooming in brightness
Seemingly, a dark end of blackness
Hindering a further feat
Yet, a pass unto blissful greatness
Only one who runs with the light
Alone pulls the stings of death
And all its work into permanent halt
Who flies from its tight grip?
That burly clasp of its fury fingers
Safe trends of righteous path
Lest the heaven’s trumpet sounds
Shattering and clattering its cramps
And the spirit faces its own fate
Hopes it in the fortune’s gate!
Copyright © Michael Mamah | Year Posted 2016
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Michael Mamah Poem
In the black days of the deadly pogrom
Why thou rose against me with dreadful weapons
Of such magnitude that even the rocks shattered in pain
Never had I imagined this cagey life with hateful brethren
Living in great taste of my bloody fall
Why thou hasten to take me to early grave
When to all this fight made for lions in cave
What wrong did I in desire for success
But then you drunk from the cup of poisonous grape
Lamenting I suppress for what you so crave
And my much supposed brethren
Carried the machete of the butcheress
Weeping ensued as deadly flu attacked my poetry
Heavily it overshadowed the rain in thick
Winky, Winky, my eyes just couldn't wink
How then, was the massacre fueled by sounds of ethnic bigotry
Talky, Talky, my mouth don't seem to talk
Seeing every opening gushing with watery blood
The deception of the past crawls around the present
Hope, a heavy sway, even as future still bleak
Some actions so faintly right, many so faintly wrong
Yes, so grievously wrong to bring a bond
Unfortunately, we were all trapped in fools’ dungeon
Enslaved in the rickety train of power wrangle
What if then there must be togetherness
Yes, there must be oneness
Yet, if there must be oneness
All must live in each others' pain and make them less
Copyright © Michael Mamah | Year Posted 2015
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Michael Mamah Poem
What If. By Michael Mamah
*Could there ever be a moment so beautiful as this,
*That we create a world of everlasting bliss.
*What if we could only live the life our heart so desire
*Tick tact, the lovly times that never expire
*What if we could count the stars in the late hours night,
*Our faces high up under the fairly tale moonlight.
*wouldn't make the fond of the beautiful old days come right.
*So I ask, What if
*What if we could take a trip outer space
*Bringing to light our future place. *What if we create undeletable memories here?
*In our kinder tender heart.
*Yes, It would feel like it knows no pain in the whole while past.
*Then, what if.
*What if we could get lost into each other's eyes,
*Holding hands high pointing right into the sky,
*Wouldn't it make a far distant dream so nigh? *And there we go dancing right in the brightest star
*Yes what if.
*What if we could walk side by side to listen. *To the sounds of the singing birds of the heaven *Then we can hold the rhythm
*Of the sweet subtle voice to minds.
*Still, What if.
*What if we could be the best of friends, yet best of family,
*Wouldn't it create a future more beautiful than the garden Lily.
*What if we could make the best of our life count? *And get old to see each other's bold smile,
*Then It would make the whole life time worth a while?
*Yes! What if?
* What if?
* What if?
Copyright © Michael Mamah | Year Posted 2016
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