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©

FATHER, GATHER YOUR CROWNS

Father struggled to stop
Us from crying -
The infant us
He struggled, yet persisted
Until he saw a spark of smile
On our faces
Fanning this spark of smile
Into bursts of laughter
Father, gather your crowns

Father saw the release of our first nature's call
Hurriedly followed by
The second nature's call
Mother just took her bag off to work
And the release of the stench slapped his face
Yet, he cleaned us
Father, gather your crowns

Father tilted the land
With every muscle in him
With beads of sweats - the akwashɔŋtse of his skin
Just to feed us
Father, gather your crowns

Father persisted
Not resisting
But insisting
That his children will irresistibly
Be consistent in the
Pretext, context and content of their  lives
Father, gather your crowns!

Father sought the best for us
Helping us aboard the train of education
A priceless investment which forever
Yields dividend
Father, gather your crowns

Father,we would be ignoramuses
If  we fail to mentioned one good deed
Bringing us up in the training and instruction of the Lord
We shall not lord this to ourselves
Mankind will bear witness
Of this invaluable deed
Father, gather your crowns

Father, mankind belittle your significance
Your importance of parenting is undermined
We, your children, have gone through the
Mines of Man's mind
And it's evident
We dare not second their belief
Lest, we lose the fatherly blessings
Which you gracefully gave us
Father, gather your crowns

Father, what shall we say again?
Shall we speak against your gray beard
Which you use as a broom to gather wisdom?
Father, gather your crowns!


KingPoet©

MOTHER, I'LL SPEAK OF YOU

Mother, I'll speak of how
You cuddled me with warmth
And tender kisses
How you robbed your soft lips
Unto my soft skin

Mother, I'll speak of how
You carried me in that sack
For nine moons
How you victoriously overcame
The dark ages of childbirth
And by the Creator's help, safely landed me on the shores
Of light

Mother, I'll speak of how
You nursed me for six moons
On that soft two waterfalls
Flowing with untainted milk
From the Creator himself

Mother, I'll speak of you
How you locked my childish disturbances
In the dungeons
With soothing melodies which came out from heart
Conducted by your tongue

Mother, I will still speak of
How you clothed me with the robes of morality
And fitted my feet with the sandals of godliness

Mother, what shall I say again?
Shall your child speak against you?
Shall he speak against the labour of fifteen moons?

Mother, I am your crown of splendour!

#KingPoet©

A DAY I SHAN'T FORGET

Angels rushed to the day I
Shan't forget
And a new heavenly book was
Produced

The day a personal Angel was assigned to me
My guardian angel -
Strong and worthy to behold

He stretched out his hand to hold
The baby crying in the midst of cold
And having a mark of gold

A  day I shan't forget
The day the heavens smiled with no regret
And the earth meandered her way
To look at the child

The child who had been given
A heavenly pen
Firmly grasped in his hands
A pen to break the stony hearted
And to bridge the gap between
The Creator and his created

A wonder who will ponder on
The wonders of the Creator
A creature on fire to proclaim
The wonders of nature
A nurse to nurture the seedlings.
KingPoet ©

THE BIRTH OF SALVATION

From the least tribe
Salvation was born
In the least expected place
The greatest of all was laid
The cries of Little Salvation

Was heard nowhere but in a manger
A night where Divinity
Stirred up Humanity
In the annals of Prophecy
One night gave it certainty

A Child whose birth magnetised
Three Magi of the East
The shepherds blessed to behold

The Angelic  Assembly
The Morning Stars worshipped

Like never before
For a Child had broken the
Natural Law of Procreation
Just to save the human race
God was pleased to bestow Salvation
In the care of Virgin Mary
Out of the zillions of women
In the entire universe
She was highly favoured beyond
Human comprehension

The prophetic promise was perfected in Joseph
A man from the lineage of David
But Salvation birthed by the Power of the Highest
By divine calculation and arrangement

A New Adam planted a seed
Of a new breed
The Spiritual Law of Procreation.

KingPoet©