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Ezer Agyin Poem
Did I tell you the story of my mystical black rose?
Well let me
In my troubled nights I took comfort in the scenery of my old window
One tiny sparkle always shone its way through the darkness, embracing my sorrow
Till the night I decided to visit my sorrow's whisker in the belly of midnight
I wrestled through the bushes sacrificing my blood on the alter of their sharp leaves and thorns
Till my eyes was paralyzed on this black rose that collected drops of dew in its petals and lightened them with the moonlight; that mysterious sparkle now lay bare in my eyes and in my reach for the first time.
I'd never seen black so beautiful, but as much as I wanted to pluck it for myself my heart wouldn't let me, for I was not in love with just a black rose but everything else that made it sparkle my sorrows away; the moon and the dew.
As I left with doubt clouding my mind, I saw its sparkling drops trickle down its petals.
Can a rose cry?
For I live now never to see it sparkle again ever since that night.
I'm different now, beyond need of sparkles for my nights but I always walk to that old window waiting for my mystical black rose to reach my heart again. Even though I might see myself a gray haired man starring in my old window, I'll wait, just patiently wait, for my black rose to come alive again. And this time, just this time I will not think twice.
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Hello girl,
Can I lie to you, can I say you wear the most beautiful smile
Like I never saw my mama wear a priceless version on my graduation
Can I tell you your face holds that “Eureka” like I just discovered a living Mona Lisa
Just to get your ego high, and make you want to hear another lie
I can see that smile, am I getting there?
Am I close to satisfying your fantasy of a possible Mr. Right; the one you dream about every other night.
Hold on,
I just want to be your friend right; even though we both know I’ll be lying
What I want is an addiction which I clearly see in that beautiful body that you carrying.
I can’t take my eyes off you, now that’s some truth, but what I want to really take off you, is your clothes
Plan is to take your ‘T’ off just like tRUTH, and make you commit to me just like RUTH
Be your puppet and serve you with those twinkling smiles, then I’ll dim it the moment you serve me with your forbidden fruit.
Now I can brag to my niggas that I had you; easy take, I took away your honor
You gave all your heart sweetheart but that’s still a tight corner
I got to make more room; so it’s time to find another
Babe see; what a man cherish is what he never had; do you need a prove?
Check your history; Mona Lisa on display attracted a skillful thief
So please believe, the true man for you is not the one you enticed to come closer
But the one you hide but still burn the torch to find you in your saddest hour
The devil’s teasing; "you should have listened to daddy prodigal daughter"
There’s no turning back, that’s why I didn’t write this for you; you already traded your dignity of a perfect wife
For a perfect party girl fake niggas applaud; they want a ride
Now you worn out, your brake paddles are all out, that’s why you crushing
Fake nigga is out there laughing, and no one cares, for only Christ can do that saving without collateral damages incurring
But you not even looking cos your focus is on another man, girl you pathetic
Get your contacts and stay focus, this is no Disney world; this a world of snakes and deceptive magic
Now you feeling all uneasy; to yourself you asking, ‘Gosh is he talking about me?’
Girl that’s a definite no!
I’m only shaping a bullet proof vest to invest nine lives in my unborn daughter;
In case she comes across a straight bullet from a lying tongue; now that’s my selfish truth.
Here's something I wrote years ago, just came across it and decided to share
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Far in a distant land, the heart of a nation is broken. Her daughters fight each other over her possessions, her name has been decorated with corruption and injustice and her cry remains unheard by her neighbors. She was once a luxury, decorated in gold and the sparkles of diamonds till greed bought his way to her land. Love builds, but greed bears the shears that split love like the tongue of a serpent. How she wishes she had baptized her children in the ever flowing waters of love than gathering wealth; but her destiny looks inevitable now.
What did you learn ye neighbors? Were you not witnesses to her plight? Yet you wrap yourselves in the bed of lies and deceit whiles your children stay divided fighting themselves over power. Your future looks worse than your doomed neighbor I say to you; for in power, they will be poisoned by greed, and greed is the forerunner to your doom; for when love is banished, evil reigns.
Listen to the words of wisdom today ye doomed ones, so you may reverse the curse you placed on yourselves. Unite your children even in your slumber; in their unity you’ll discover the cure to your pain. Seek love first, even in your hardship; for when love finds comfort on your throne, evil will seek refuge even in your wrongs. Marry truth and stop fornicating with deceit; for though truth is strict in his ways, his ways will mend the division amongst your children. I will pray for you, I will pray for your children and pray that love never departs you.
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On her right arm a beautiful blue tattoo comes alive
But her face holds a sadness that crushes what her arm strives
In my eyes her perfection was only missing by a sweep of smiles
But if only I had looked much closer I would have seen
That the beautiful flower had a yellow stain within
A message of ‘forget me not’ is all she’s been saying.
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As the narrow roads run into us
The scorch in the city fades
As the clouds begin to stage a fright;
A choreography of serenity displays
Wearing their darkest shades up high
They usher in the drumming rains
As bad as her drumming sounds to us
The winds praise her act with a conquering cry
Louder and louder, rains tickle the bus
As the radio fades to allow them pry
Soonest than sooner the attendant shouts
The time has come to let go dry
The time is now to alight.
Travelling to a village called Atua in the Eastern region of Ghana for my district rotation. I've been told it’s a saddening experience living there by colleagues who've been there previously. A part of me yearns for an adventure; so in all the odds, I've decided to write in poetry. Poems about my days here to drag you along this experience. Will you dare come with me??
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The beauty of life!
We are the actors playing on the stage of life in a scene directed by the ever talented hands of nature
Today we take the stage
Tomorrow is only a guess, from the suspense she left on our minds today
Today we dream,
But that remains our own fantasies of a beautiful tomorrow
Dreams will come true,
But that is just a satisfaction in the minds of those who predicted nature correctly;
Like the satisfaction of a farmer who predicted the rains before planting.
So let us live today, in the perfect robes of happiness
Let us share our gifts today with the eager audience who couldn’t share this stage even though they dreamed with us
Let us act our hearts out, to prove to life we deserve the beams of its amazing spotlights
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I wrote that poem 'the neighbors arrive'
In boast of strength we barely have
We slayed the black stinger
Forgot about the creepy hisser
Today we're homeless; a snake has arrive.
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She slept with her body spread across three seats
Mouth wide open expelling her exhaustion in an uncomfortable melody
How she made the tattered seats of a 'trotro' a homely niche
And tuned her body to comfort, in the thin air of Accra's laboring heat
Is still a mystery my pursed smile agreed to
I must be the ugliest devil alive if I'd woken her up from that short-lived heaven
So I let my long legs bare the encroaching back seats
As my heart whispered to every next climb not to interrupt the tale of my sleeping beauty
But there came the charming princess (was it not supposed to be a charming prince? Bubble buster!)
Who knocked her out of her slumber (what happened to the magical kiss?)
But then she woke up like she was shell shocked, and made a joke out of everything.
This is a story of an African woman, the one who works so many jobs from a cleaner to a nanny to a chef to a trader to satisfying a husband to bearing the tears of her children and receives the least of appreciations everyday.
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Let's sketch our flaws out.
Paint them on our faces for the world's eyes
and feel no shame;
like the first make-up art of a little girl.
Let's surrender to our imperfections.
Throw out our dirty linen on the busiest alley
Take a stroll over them;
To red carpet our imperfect pictures in the world's gallery.
Let's scream out our fears.
Shout them out in reach of the mountain peaks;
Believing courage stays that high beyond our reach.
Come on babe, who said we have to be perfect?
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With you my mind finds peace
In your arms, this city becomes an orchestra of silence whispering in the background
In your eyes, I can wish for the sun to linger on forever; knowing my moon hangs where I lay
One look at you and I can wish for no mirrors; knowing I can see my reflection clearly in your smile
You talked me into your heart
You walked me into your soul
You kissed me into your memories
And you nursed my heart in your bosom
You’ll always remain my morning; the very perfection I wake up to.
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