BRIGHTER DAY

 It's in the nature of gold 

To go through the fire for refinery

To be glimmeringly bright 🌞

Only to be of a better value 

Than his previous self -

Full of dirt and unrefined 

It's right to think bright 

Not to be tight in your dark place

With black lace and shoe 

Waiting to be swallowed in dark dungeons in your mind 

Arise! For there's a brighter day ahead 

Lift up your head

For there's a path ahead 

Where no ear has heard 

Listen and hear!

The refinery is the stepping stone to the precious stone -

The 🌞 day 

Where you'll commune with laughter and cheers 

Being fully persuaded that

The dark moments produced 

The 🌞 day 

Hold on tight and don't let go!

KingPoet ©

“Brighter Day” by DanniBoi released 

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Thanks and God bless you.

COMPARISON

 You are full of deceit

To the extent of having a receipt

Making man live in someone's dreams

and excreting cold sweat

What else do you have in your sleeve?

Man penetrating through the tiny holes of a sieve

Incarcerating man under your deadly spell

Swallowing his dreams

That he may not swim in gold streams

Be yourself!

Strife to achieve your own dreams

And forgo the quest to live in someone's dreams

Stop comparing

And start comprehending

That you can't be like someone

Other than yourself!

KingPoet ©

FATHERHOOD

In a hood where a man has to see

Farther than an eagle's vision -

Fatherhood

Have you seen a feather?

Weightless as it is yet teaching the father that this hood is a different ball game altogether

Childhood is soothingly rich with cares and going

Through the incomparably rich memories of boyhood

With adulthood standing at the door patiently and 

Manhood smiling at him with the ultimate likelihood that he will be hugged with the arms of parenthood

And given the thorned-sofa of fatherhood

 Father, hasn't fatherhood taught you to look further?

Performing both motherhood and fatherhood 

Taking the role of motherhood in her absence

Fatherhood has a large neighborhood and

With great power comes great responsibilities

Father, your responsibilities are great and

They have been discharged well

If not, visit boyhood again!

Father! You have seen and gone far!

KingPoet©

GATEKEEPER OF HUMANITY

You who

Came into being from the ribs of man

And had an ancient duty of becoming the

Gatekeeper of humanity

 

The fertility of your womb

Received the availability of one sperm which

Carried the density of Destiny

And having gone through the brutality of childbirth

You launched Destiny into the world

As the Gatekeeper of Humanity

 

From the Two Divine Waterfalls

You nourished Destiny with the right nutrients

Accrued from the labour of nine moons and

Created by the Keeper of Humanity

 

Counting time in the heartbeat of patience

You have watched Destiny fully grown

The man-woman who was then a child

And the mother-father role you

Performed magnificently well

Repelling the cries with tender lullaby

And ensuring that Destiny had the knowledge of

Knowing the density of your dreams unfulfilled

 

The sacrifices made and the sounds of sweats

Echoing from the four winds reminding Destiny

That faith is ripe and due to be harvested in its season

 

It shall come to pass before the blessed silver strands

Emerge that Destiny fulfils the dreams unfulfilled

Be rest assured Gatekeeper of Humanity

Faith and Hope are harvested as Destiny

Blooms propelling a precious sob in praise of

The Keeper of Humanity.

 

KingPoet©

 

 

ATTITUDE

You have been belitttled

In the eyes of all

The spiritual precedes the natural

And the natural is left to decay under the sun

You have been rejected and forgotten 

In the arena of the youth 

Who seek spiritual growth 

No!

Spiritual "Bulldozership"

Yet having a deficiency of attitude

Spirit is Spirit and

Flesh is flesh

You who needs more attention:

Delicate, malleable, ductile and gullible

Yet having a strong aura to make or unmake man

All marked with the insignia of strength

Have left you to rust and corrode

Forgetting how indispensable you are

Spiritual "Bulldozership" without the right attitude

Equals myopic spirituality

Listen and hear!

He who forgets to craft

The best out of attitude

Yet maintaining a higher pedigree of 

Cultivating spiritual knowledge

Lacks the understanding of attitude

The church is a spiritual body

But not made up of spirits

How the great have fallen!

How the mighty have fallen due to negligence of attitude

Your attitude is a complete summary of you -

Visible to all

After that your spirituality

Spirit is spirit and flesh is flesh

Now these two remain:

Spirituality and attitude

Master both and leave none 

To decay under the sun!

KingPoet

The Communion of White and Dark Satellites (To Prof. Lade Wosornu)

I bow before the strong

And bold silver strands

Which 

Stand

Proud 

On

The 

Golden              

Head
Of
A
Polymath
I fan the flames of
Man’s aspirations to inspire the uninspired
Yet I have met him who respires
Inspiration

I count time in the heartbeat of patience
As I enjoy the ambiance
Of your poetic erections
To reflect your poetic glory to the rest of the world
My pitch-black-dark satellites shall commune with
Your countless white satellites
To send poetry to the world

I pray Mawu, Ataa Naa Nyonmo, Odomankoma,
LORD GOD ALMIGHTY
The One whose names outnumber the stars in the galaxy
The Originator of origins whose origin is not known
The God who cannot be clone
The Being whose figure cannot be carved into stone
The LORD strong and mighty yet without a bone,
Give you Aaron’s beard and Samson’s strength
Not forgetting Methuselah’s age and Jesus’ wisdom

My heart was stirred by this noble theme
As I, KingPoet recited my verses for Prof. Lade Wosornu
(The Master Brewer)
My tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.

KingPoet©

I AM A GA

In a cloud of laughter and cheers
An atmosphere of cool breeze
Sweeps across the ocean to nullify
The heat of day

In a tribe with a shape
Of a maize
Who knows the ways of the fish in the frying pan?
Who knows the route of the wooden spatula in the cast iron pot?
A plate on which darkness and light
Share communion conducted by onions

I press the Ga kɔmi with my thumb
Measuring the texture and its profile
And I salivate though I’m not a dog

Ŋmedaa, my drink, my pride
Though its dark
Darker than night
My ultimate dessert
As well as starter


A very hospitable tribe – my tribe
The meticulously crafted
Women
Carefully brewed in the pot
Of respect, obedience
Beauty and morality

The strong and muscular men
Their palms hardened by
The graciousness of the ropes
The sweats- round and proud
Poud to be the Akwashoŋtse

Of their skin

Now what do we see in our generation?



KingPoet©