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©