Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

2/08/2018

Beyond Talks



Tall tale touches throats,
And talkative talk stalks,
Spins in the speakers’ speeches.
They traded silent blabs of brethren,
While smiling to their generous mischief.

The grievous gifts of styles
Ignites the flair of sisters’ excited giggling,
Singing the sweet-stale gossips of Saboba, Sankase,
Sandema, Santrokofi, Santasi, Sankori, Savelugu, Sakasaka,
 Saviefe, Sunyani, Sekonde which suckles the lips of Senchi and Sakumono.      
But beyond talks of thoughts,
Beyond the traces of tongues,
Beyond the trumps of talkers,
The tickling thrills still touches
The thatches of Tatale,
The trees of Tamale,
The traps of Tapa,
The tubers of Tokroanu,
The trades of Takoradi,
The tames of Tema,
While the talks of Tanokrom
Travels to Tutukpene and Tefle,
All trekking the talks of talks.

                                                                                                                                                                                    -KYB
10th September 2015

Oyibi, Accra 

1/18/2018

Burden of Choice


Tricky show of mental agitation
Tetchy infighting intents,
Spiky drills of interests,
Rocks thought processes.

Amidst objective introspection,
Counter-views counters incompatible
Views of overviews and reviews to sustain
Successive ends against catastrophic failures.

Attainable quest of yesterday make faces
In the backyard of dreams,
 That lends cautious steps to this drive 
As moments sifts excesses in reasons,
Just to walk in the light of experience.
  
     Somehow it is a maxim to follow,
   Someway it is a necessary must,
    Somewhere it is a treacherous mile,
      Sometimes it is an unpredictable path. 

Braving fear within fears,
Sinking deep thought of thoughts,
All in bit to accomplish the ultimate,
Is a burden of choices that besiege
Living thought processes.

Yet everyone must make the choice,
Every government must decide,
Every generation ought to choose
Because every society is affected
By the mismatch in needs and scarcity,
 Of every phase.

18th February, 2014

Gbawe-Bulemin, Accra 

1/29/2016

IS IT MY FAULT?


Is it my fault that you say what you say?
Is it my fault that you sing the way you sing?
Is it my fault that you write the way you do?
Is it my fault that you talk the way you do?
Is it my fault that your heart beats faster than mine?
Is it my fault that you look the way you do?
Is it my fault that you react the way you do?
Is it my fault that you betrayed the virtues in our values?
Is it my fault that you crucified the truth in your hearts?

Is it my fault for praying for your progress?
Is it my fault for wishing your success?
Is it my fault for caring to care?
Is it my fault for warning you about the whirlwind?
Is it my fault for preventing that odd ordeal from ordinary ordinance?
Is it my fault for desiring a direct destination of our destiny?
Is it my fault for asking the assertion in your allusions?
Is it my fault for poking periods in the practical pretence and poisons in our policies?
Is it my fault for questioning the quality in your quest?
Is it my fault for seeking salvation from sojourners of Savelugu?
Is it my fault for testing the transition in traveling tales?
Is it my fault for hissing at the historical hitches?
Is it my fault for kissing the kindred kingdoms of kindness?
Is it my fault for bracing the blessed blames in our backyard?
Is it my fault for critiquing the crimes of our corrupt colleagues in our country?
Is it my fault for eliminating the elegance in the enemies of our environment?
Is it my fault for mentioning men meddling in monetary maladies and malfeasance?

Please tell me, what is our fault in not talking to the transgressions of the tenants of our talents?
What's our fault in allowing these grievous nonsense to fester?
What's our fault in being too docile to permit the vilification of truth, while falsehood belches boastfully?

How can we dredge the sewers in our ill-will as we continuously look for scapegoats to blame and shame for our woes?
How can we address our stunning irresponsibility when everybody thinks the other person is the sinner?
Can we dare question the Creator for allowing us live in these everlasting erratic emotional scenes of schedules?

KYB 


An Honourable Truce

In the truce of a Tuesday, are tests of our testaments. But as we trace the interests in our tents while talking our tastes, we...