Wednesday, 13 September 2017

CHINYERE - THE GIFT OF GOD

CHINYERE - THE GIFT OF GOD

I heard her clearly through the thunderclaps
Amidst the roaring of the Christmas winds
The tumult outside would deafen the blind bat
Surely Odumankoma's flashing torchlight blinds the night owl

I could hear the whistles of the Ancestors rustling the trees
Maybe it was a salutation from my grandfather
Or my father saying he was proud of me
But I could tell my ancestors were at peace
Their presence an awesome warmth

I had called on the benevolence of Odumankoma
The man called "obaatanpa", indeed a mother
For desperation drew my soul to grief
Laughter could not escape my lips
Not when I longed for Odumankoma's masterpiece

O that Odumankoma would bless me
I would not care for looks in the least
But I would lay no more in anguish
And my troubled heart shall be at peace
For I would dance to tunes of life

Alas! I did hear her clearly
For I heard Odumankoma's answer
It was the cry of a Star
The gift of The Creator to me

I asked for a child
He gave me a daughter
I asked for a commoner's baby
He gave a priceless gift

Her cry reverberates in my heart
A sound that brings tears to my eyes
Her name is Chinyere - Odumankoma's gift
Forever unto me a treasure
She is the Star that brightens my world

(C) Osei Owusu Emmanuel
12th September, 2017

Dedicated  to Star Chinyere Solomon

Saturday, 29 April 2017

Dear Dream Girl.

Dear Dream Girl,
I sail on turbulent waters
without a life jacket
and my boat is already full
with dreams and pages--I have
a ghost to shame and
a widow at home to console;
wait for me at the shore ahead.

Home still stands on no pillars,
the roof still weeps when rains
come out to play-- my bowl is full now
because she at home eats
hunger and drinks tears; I am
clothed because she wears tatters
and bare feet.

I journey in the company of night,
my eyes are alive and yet do not see,
I depend on a sight borrowed
from the Ever-burning Heavenly Lamp-
I have a ghost to shame
and a widow at home to console-
day awaits me at the shore ahead

at the shore ahead I have built my mansion
there awaits a smiling widow--
do not jump into my boat now
lest we sink and get washed onto
an undesirable shore ahead
just sail ahead of me (in your own boat)
and with the same Lamp that guides me
until at the new shore, day welcomes
a wealthy vetpublishedpoet
whose twins patiently wait
in your blessed womb.

©Sarpong Kumankoma.

Tuesday, 26 July 2016

AGYEIWAA (a worldless poem)

AGYEIWAA (a wordless poem)
                  I
I want to write you a poem.         .   ..
One that  you alone                 .             ...
But none can read.                                ....
A poem that begins                              ...
With a weirdo pulling                        ..
Yo' hair as if he had in it             ..
Hidden his greatest treasure.
                II
          A poem with a beginning
                        But never an end
              A poem without words
           A poem not of this world
     A poem of a  world in which
                 You and I alone exist
A poem not inscribed on paper
A poem sighed from the heart
                III
             A fragrant sigh into the air
     One that you alone can breath
A poem about a conceived dream
            A dream yet to meet Time—
                                        the midwife
                IV
A poem that will seek to bind
Rap to poetry with a diamond
Ring.                   One                that
Will                                                never
Stop                                              glittering
In the                                           darkest
Realms                                      of time
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©Sarpong Kumankoma
19-12-15



THE PASSERBY

THE PASSERBY
We built him a home
We are a hospitable nation--
The passerby deserves
A comfortable rest
He comes and goes
With our belongings--
Pulls down our walls and place
Our mats on streets
He  clothes us
In black and red garments
Joyfully he flaunts
His blood stained teeth
Promises sail on
Our tears to chase his steps----
He's incarcerated for life
Behind political tongues
Then the sun comes
To dry our tears--
Whitening our mourning
Garments
Erasing painful memories
Promises sink into dry land
Wounded hearts heal
We are a peace-loving nation
Yes we write again to June-July
To bring our guest
For we enjoyed his stay with us!
©Sarpong Kumankoma

Monday, 29 February 2016

BEAUTY ON THE HORIZON

BEAUTY ON THE HORIZON 
(Till we meet again, Patricia Osei Owusu)

Across the Horizon, I saw one in whom there is no blemish
Enthralled I became, so that I could not think or act
I stood motionless staring at such an entity
Formed by the graceful hands of nature
Full of love and kindness

A beauty she is with eyes like glowing pearls
My princess she is with a heart of pure gold
She is my guardian angel always by me wherever I go
Blazing in the furnace of beauty she puts everything and
Everyone around her in awe

A replica of Aphrodite, her beauty strikes the world
Like a thunderbolt from Zeus
Truly, beauty lies in my eyes for I looked and saw
The signet of the perfection of beauty
A beauty with the enchanting nature of the moon and
The brightness of the stars

O Cupid let me not fall for such splendor
A dreamer I may be to fall in love with such enigmatic beauty
As strong willed as a boulder
As fiery as a furnace
With a voice so soothing
I wonder why she’s not an angel

O that fair maiden, there she lies on the horizon
A spectacle to behold
A sight to cherish
Who she is, is my Comfort, my Enchantress
The Beauty on the far away horizon

(c) Osei Owusu Emmanuel
Dedicated to Awo Yaa Comfort, Sandra Dadzie Dadson and Recaida Forson