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Best Poems Written by Ebenezer Baiden-Amissah

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Crown Him Our Christ

Crown Him, Our Christ!

When the saints march forward 
Win the spiritual warfare in their bid
To prevail against the bits 
Of don'ts
When heart- darkened sinners
Are saved,transformed
Are able to abide by the nook
Of the do's
We can with every confidence
Rock our regal swivel chairs
And say Christ has done it all!
Let's crown Him with many crowns!
When the balm of Gilead avails
To quench the crest of woes
The Eastwind blows
When the stream of Beulah flows
Into your deserted bosom
When Storms become stillborn 
In the ocean's womb
By the voice Divine uttered
By our Saviour.
When your foes
Bolt with their hoes
From your glorious
And blessed Eden
They feel acrid fire
Behold how bitter the pangs
Of hell throes!
When many a sinner's heart begin
To melt into cushion
As many a sermon penetrate
Therein hook, sinker and line.
When the aroma of a victor's ointment
We smell
Thus have we every reason to say,
Let's crown Him with many crowns!
When Satan's big head
Is finally crushed into powder
And he loses complete interest
In our Bridegroom's dower
When to the Heavens
We all rise at last
And soar through the pearly gates
With yonder brethren
In a ride of billion sevens
We shall all wonder
Shout and say,
Let's crown Him with many crowns!
By Ebenezer K N Baiden- Amissah

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African Pride

African Pride
Our people are not a folk who bow down their heads,
Hide their hands in between their laps,
Or turn their backs to their foes in the day of battle
We must in this light rise up and fight against
The misfortunes of Africa
Since the ancient times
We all lived in peace, harmony and in unity
We drunk from the same calabash and
Ate from the same china
We thus enjoyed the rich bounty of the Almighty
Until the old diabolical serpent came in with his deceptive,
Cunning counterfeit medicines and
Trouble became our lot
Our fathers have long sought for a lasting cure to this canker,
A solution to the ills of corruption, acrimony and animosity
Bedeviling this African continent.
A philosopher once says of Africans that
Our people do not think with their feet but
With their heads
We do not walk with our heads but
With our feet
The earth we all know belongs to the Almighty
And He sits mightily upon the rivers
May we then bathe away the uncleanness of our hands,
Purify our polluted hearts that we
May reap the Most High’s special blessings
That we may see the true beauty of the hibiscus
We have within our vicinity and inhale
The genuine scent of the African perfume…
The pride of Africa....

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Golden Key

In a bizarre way I stood awhile
Watching the unfolding melodrama
Got the hint:
Our Queen's Lady in Waiting
Has misplaced our golden key.

Like an eagle must she fly
From Gabon to Gambia
From Mali to Morocco
Search for the snake, the poisonous snake, rip open its bowels
To find the African key.

Our Queen would have to wait
Outside the palace
Would she delay for days
And when the king arrives
Back early from Europe
What would he say?

These folks who do not believe in divorce
What would you say?
Should our king
A royal fray begin?

Who could tell the king
Our most powerfully revered king?
Who could tell the king:
Our Queen's Lady in Waiting
Has his most cherished instrument
misplaced?

Now has the journey began
From Gambaga to Paga
From Awudome to Avetime
To hunt for the black monster
Who is keeping our king's key
In its dark belly.

Ebenezer K N Baiden- Amissah
P O Box LG 1254, Legon, Accra

Telephone 0245310380/0201257024

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Power of Choice

Who’s this kind fellow I’m beholding @ Facebook
Wearing a very nice apparel well-fitting for a Val Day’s
Service?
Am I a genuine brother to this good-looking lady
And hence where’d we quickly get to, to unite, 
Exchange some few words, and say a dedicatory prayer?

If we’d planned to get to a brothel house some inmates 
There’d come fast to us,

Why not forget all your norms, all raging storms
Get set your tents with some little cents, take these condoms
And wildly explore through whoredom?

Surf with gently your web browser, launch deep, find ex-friends 
Without measure, Oh the pleasure, the thrill, just enjoy the 
Power!

If we’d decided to get to the mosque, lo a most happy welcome
There’d await us; we’d get some water, wash our hands, our ear-lobes,
Our legs
We’d get in there with our earnest songs and prayers,
But remaining in separate quarters there’d be our sole choice
And too difficult a solemn task.

If we’d agreed to get to church ushers there’d smile with us
We’d hear the din of Jesus’ disciples who told the violent 
Blind man to live in silence, they might see us in a panorama 
Our blessings would seek to grab from us like clear manna, 
Distract our attention, retract our petition
While to God we express our real penitence;

And here do we stand to affirm our hearts desire
We wouldn’t relent in efforts our gifts to present, 
We’d call upon Christ, and surely get out from the mire.
We wouldn’t stay here long to stain the excellent aroma, 
On our gold, our frankincense, our myrrh.

As joy and gladness are partners together
May our friendship last forever; these two virtues may
We never miss: Hold my hands my dear, grant me a hug
My beloved, but I need on my cheeks first a holy kiss.

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Old Lion Goes Mad

It’s not a tale
The truth would bring to bear:
The old lion has gone mad again!
We lived in ancient houses made with mud
Days amounted to years long ago
The forests had survived it
The whites came, taught us to hew down trees
We fell most of these trees,
Moved to the city
The lion was the hunter’s best friend
He protected us, escorted us when we went on tours 
There we tamed his teeth
And calmed his mind.
We lived in peace
Lo!  Somehow now he bares his teeth 
Tears humans into pieces
The old lion has gone mad again!
We feel insecure, the young ones
The pain must endure
Lost has been the lives of loved ones
Our souls we must guard too
We sleep at nights with many fears
The old lion we all know has gone mad again!
Who would recount our history?
Tell us to despise all the bad mysteries?
Who would urge us to forge ahead and fight on?
And guide us to heaven?
Our sense of attachment, our feeling of belongingness
To mother Africa is lost?
For the reason that ---
The old lion we tamed years ago
Has now gone mad?
Where are our aged herbalists, the gong-gong beaters?
Our linguists, the men of war?

Who would treat, cure--- soothe the old lion?
Who has gone mad again!

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Fox In a Box

This is the eclipse that has kept
Africa 
Dark for long
Has denied humans from being mobile
Our pets from being lively


It's just a day or two in the city
We've busied ourselves visiting
Tourist sites
Observing children as they play with glee
Shouting during recreational hours upon
Their school courtyards

People stand in long queues
Waiting for their turn to be served
At fast food kitchenettes

We've enjoyed the cool breeze
From the beaches
Fisher folks can hardly mend their nets
These days upon their boats and canoes

They can't see clearly 
The sun does does not shine brightly by day
The angry clouds would always 
Release rain 

No one has ever bothered yet to petition the Almighty
To change the tide of the touchstone

The fox we saw the other time still sleeps in the box!

No, no! it stays all night 
In its cage.

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Bring Back Old John

He's well advanced in years
Yet we still hear the persistent cry
"Bring back old John"

Now he's ninety nine
Taught us tan,sine and cosine
Geometry,algebra and calculus

Yes the queen's language and science
He fought many wars,lots of rivers,seas and streams he crossed

Never did he encounter a loss

All wounds he sought to heal,tending the young,infants and old
Mending torn hearts


He preached righteousness, Christ,salvation and love

Old John would discipline enforce



He left a mark upon the sands of time
He shined atop the darkest mountains,valleys and the hills

He brought many to the scene of the world's glory,
To the realms of celebration,appreciation and recognition


"United let's stand for divided we might fall,"

Old John still re -echoes

Now he's feeble,weak,aged,

Dim in sight
Yet we need him


We need him to place a pat upon our shoulders and our backs,
To smile broadly,encourage us and say,

"Stay put brethren,kinsmen and folks

Until the bell finally tolls
For success let's labour,
wealth and for advancement,




Let's uplift the nations from oppression,greed and want
Let's join hearts to fight for what is right
People of all sects,races and creed"

From life's precipice
The clarion calls
Bring back old John
Thus many more generations he may serve

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A Sister From Many Lands(My Sincere Apology)

When I first met you I was elated
Filled with much awe
I dreamed of the presently elapsed years
Of great happiness and rich excitement

I watched the birds as they flew past
And squeaked
My naked eyes were fixated
On their sudden movement and their return

Never did I strew my thoughts on the land
Upon which I stood
The charms I could trace on your face
The broad smiles you gave
Lowered the thick tall, solid brick walls
Of my heart

My passions lighted
My yearnings glittered
And the taste of purely refined soft-drinks
I sipped through my throat
Simmered down every feeling of doubt
I contained for you.

Scarcely did I consciously brood 
That some day I would struggle
For relief and solitude
From a white woman’s domineering rule

I grew up fast to think she was white
I disdained and disliked her
I pressed hard at her
Till she felt an austere uneasiness
I fought with her
And sought for what I called liberty 
From her presence

She sobbed, wobbled and left my coast
With spasms of sorrow surging
In her youthful bosom
And bled from pains for untold days

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Arabian Photostatic

If black only stood and served an evil purpose 
At all times I’d hate it completely, reject it and resist it
With all my will- power and with all my strength

Maybe perhaps she/he once grew from a land called Africa
Maybe she/he had very sharp all five human senses intact 
Together to quickly decipher good from evil

Like fetishism, totemism, dogmatism, jewishism, moslemism
Or churchism the desire to choose and to choose rightly doesn’t
Stem from culture of any real people 
I’d repeat with every confidence
I’ve within my being


There’s a global percentage of liking for African
If she/he held high the need to speedily shun acts of schism,
Nepotism, tribalism

If she/he settled for the right attitude like in plucking a trees’ goodly
Apples,
If she/he selected the most likely option from multiple sets of solutions.

Could you imagine the hypocrisy involved 
with depicted black as fearful as a strange
Figure – 
A genie darkly big, long and tall 
Exactly replicated from Arabian Nights?

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The Dotted Semibreve

When you get to the king’s palace
My brother
Whenever you get the chance to sit and dine with the king
Do not raise your shoulders so high,
So high above the level of your head
Do not ask him for too many favors
Do not stir up old quarrels
Never should you reflect upon the past bone of contention;
Remember all those who helped you-
Those who introduced you to the king
And his cohorts
Do not eat hastily
Nor drink noisily
In the presence of the princes
Uphold your beautiful, courageous character;
Do not deflower the young princess there
Do not stand or leave the presence of the king
With crumpled shirts or an unkempt bow-tie
Many lives have been lost before you gained acceptance
And recognition to stay in that glamorous palace-
It sounds though like Pyrrhic victory in my ears:
Our gains do not outweigh our losses.
May we sing the glad song of Moses?
I shall be consoled by the long stretch
Of the dotted semibreve.
 
Written by Ebenezer K N Baiden- Amissah
P O Box LG 1254, Legon, Accra.
Telephone 0245310380/0201257024