'LIFE OF A BILLIONAIRE IN THE MAKING - IN THE
LAST MONTHS OF BEING DETERMINED; IN THE LAST MONTHS OF REIGNING'
Prelude:
Welcome to this
collection of 10, of my new poems that I have titled, 'LIFE OF A BILLIONAIRE IN THE MAKING - IN THE
LAST MONTHS OF BEING DETERMINED; IN THE LAST MONTHS OF REIGNING'
These poems shall
encourage you to look at life in many different possibilities, such that the
intensity of how these poems rearrange reality would be so grueling to you.
I am aware that the word
grueling means, 'to be physically and mentally demanding to the point of
exhaustion'
But hey don't get me
wrong. At this stage of our craft we don't think it - it comes naturally.
And, 'Grueling', was the
word I received - That's what came out!
When Mbroba asked me at
that instance when the word was given, I told her I didn't quite remember what
it meant.
'It's a word I just used'
I wrote, 'Lol'
'But I believe it
expresses what I want to say' I added.
Consider the word, 'Embarrassing'
It's just like saying, 'I
am so embarrassed with Blessings'
To mean that you have too
much of it;
Therefore no fears here,
just love, power and a sound mind.
Ok so there are 10 poems
in all, I know there's one in here just for you. But I'll encourage you to go
through them one by one, and I guarantee they'll all inspire you and you'll
wake up in the morning wanting to SHINE!
Enjoy, thanks
DK Osei-Yaw
God Bless You!
1
I sculpt with words what Angelo wrote with stones
High is not bad when existence is the drug
And vision is cannabis
And doing is how you overdose
I sculpt with words what Angelo wrote with stones
What do you see?
is the question
Step on a man's shoes
And you step on his face
In order for words not to go waste
We abbreviate
I sculpt with words what Angelo wrote with stones
People want you to stay with them, behind - in Life
Or they'll rather that you are, the late
I sculpt with words what Angelo wrote with stones
2
Art is great,
But the Gospel is better
Poetry is life,
But life is not poetry
Everybody wants to fulfill something good in their lives
God's gift for you is to bring out the best in them all
Go where you will be told:
That you don't need to win souls
To go to heaven - not here!
3
Breaking the ring of his chain aloud on a page -
That he held up
Two things part ways that could not be held
But as a yoke lifted, it is heard in the eyes
Slipping-out and falling down on your own weight
Almost didn't let go - flickering lights that cannot go off:
Mbroba, keep your head up
There's a plane above
4
What is us?
I know who I am
And you are my neighbour
But what is us?
Are we who
Should’ve been you
Or who
Should’ve been me?
5
Excited in text -
Frowning in face
She threw her eyes at me
From the backseat of a car
Everybody is hoping to find that one partner -
That life partner
The devil is like a taxi driver roaming
with empty seats
for a passenger
6
I told her she talked too much when she was broke
And I stopped seeing the food on the table
Then I learnt,
That the things we need in life
is what we normally take for granted
Then her money got finished,
Then she learnt.
7
Don't love God because of your dreams
Love your dreams because of God
Everybody is getting it without a reason
So how poor is the have-not?
Blessed are the poor in the Spirit
8
Yeah Peace is always around
So is anxiety
But look how pretty
this landscape is
Who tries to interfere?
Think...
9
We needed you when the world was boring
But guess what now; we have no need for you:
Three street lights have been installed on one street alone
And the radio does not broadcast just one channel anymore
Now we hear the voice that you're opposing
How does it feel to know
That we will now see three times brighter
on Chapel Street?
10
And this -
is for all the names
Wrongfully mentioned:
Tweaa...
In the end only speakers make history
The rest make memory
Tweaa...
In the end only speakers make memory
The rest make history
(Emmanuel Dickson Osei-Yaw © 2014, Accra Ghana)
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