Monday, 30 May 2016

CONDOLENCE


We know we won’t grasp him tomorrow,
In the fogginess of the night we let him go,
In God’s amorous arms is the domicile where he’ll be,
He now sees the prevue of eternity.
And somehow, someday we will be reunited with him

He conveyed us into this ecosphere
And took care of us for the rest of his life.
I know how hard it is to lose a daddy like him.
But take courage, my dear, his is indubitably happier
To him new home right now sterile of strife.

How could I totally express how sad I am
To know the passing of someone so dear.
I know it’s never easy to bear that pain
My prayers are with you always gain.
And as you overcome this grief,
I know you will be stronger.

Be strong and believe through
There is still a brighter tomorrow for us
Just as envisioned, and by our Father given.
Go and fulfill that vision His has for you
And make Him proud as He looks down from Heaven.

The death of our father is irreplaceable,
I know it is very painful to the family,
I wish you to get peace and may your mind be relaxed,

Pa has left a ton of great memoirs to all of us whole.
we cant forget such a loving soul?
My heart is traumatized to hear him gone.
But that is just temporary.
Sooner or later, we will see him in eternity.
That’s the sweetest hope we can bear right now.

May his soul rest in peace.

Friday, 19 February 2016

MY UNFLINCHING CRONY

I scrutinized at him from afar 
Gauged germanely from vastness near
Prejudicially love how he fixes his thing 
Even if they are notes one can’t sing 
He pieces like an ethical man 
Not demurring even when juncture demands 
Inexorably cognizant of what folks say 
To quota his strides way 
Like an old-school teacher 
Always craving for his legendary switchers 
The miens of his alluring eyes 
Are like a man imploring the skies 
To deliver his labor-laden wife 
But to him, oodles of good about life 
His tresses sometimes appears shinny 
Like a timeworn man quarrying for one penny 
His facade always probes “where to” 
With never ending hilarious photo 
To him it’s a quixotic amiable face 
That brands ladies go for a race 
He has a plangent voice 
That makes the queens cores rejoice 
He bouncers his things with pride 
Never tolerating any taken him for a ride 
He reads like a riled man 
That exults after liberating a quantum sperm 
In a tenacious and never satisfying wife 
During a bedmatic strife 
He walks as if on a blistering coal 
Like a lion which will not stroll 
While in chase of opulent preys 
To placate its elongated voracious days 
He noshes like a coquettish lady 
Refusing to show her undies or body 
To make the erogenous groan 
To her hubby in their honey moon 
More convivially I grasp him as a psychoanalyst 
A peddler, organizer, trailblazer, and idealist 
His affluence of astuteness is so inspirational 
Enlisting all at Halt in a cavernous conversational 
Well, from head to toe 
On your marks to the term go 
He is lovely, friendly, unstinting, and humble 
With no peapod in mind for trouble 
I chose to carve him this way 
For it’s a present for his birthday 
His appellation: Joseph Kwame Duku 
So when you ogle him, stretch way. 
Happy Birthday my dearest friend 
Keep the vehement blistering till no end

Friday, 12 February 2016

VALENTINE THE SEASON OF LOVE

Lovers swarm love stands
Purchasing love cards
others visiting love shops
purchasing love stuffs
the wind say "show some love"
and everyone strives to obey.

Bonds are made
Bonds get stronger
Some get broken
yet others get re-united
babies are made
and some are destroyed
promiscuity rules the day
and yet worse by night
love is expressed masked
or unmasked
feelings are disclosed
opened doors once closed.

In case and in base
on streets and in rooms
love birds are
acting up to love songs
all of which they may
with the morrows down
St Valentine day it is called

A season of love
BUT IF LOVE IS WORTH
JUST A SEASON
PLAGUED BY IMMORALITY
THEN IT IS NOT WORTH
EXPRESSING

Thursday, 19 November 2015

Sing Praise To God


Sing praise to God
Our father and Friend above
Rejoice in His Holy word
It is full of peace and love

Sing praise to God
The creator, maker, and King
In joy or pains, season bad or good
Lift up your voices and sing

Sing praise to God
Whatever thy lot may betide
Make a joyful noise abroad
A sure happiness will abide

Sing praise to God
He loves you and cares
In music plead on His blood
He listens, hears and answers prayers

Sing praise to God
With organ, drums, psalms and hymns
Let gratitude fill your heart abode
He will bless and bless you all times

Friday, 23 October 2015

What Have I Done?

There is something I have done
Two options and I have chosen one
whether it be right or wrong
As for the time been, I know not
The heart has waited too long
And now must have a side to belong
Whether it would future please
Or make the heart's pains ease
Whether the future would be cold or hot
As for the time been, I know not
Whether it would be a thing of the now
Or make hopes and dreams come somehow
Bringing to real the tying of knot
As for the time been I know not
Whether it would bring blessings or curse
Or make living better or worse
Bringing positivity in behavior or not
As for the time been I know not
A second chance has been long pleaded
and that I have thoughtfully granted

Wednesday, 16 September 2015

My Grandmother


Grand! Grand!! Better Grander
Nothing grander than my Grandmother
She is a woman of no small reputation 
A woman of great substantiation 

Her humility is heart conspicuous
Simplicity in her world of glamorous 
Calmly resolute in her determination
Wisely firmly flexible in her resolution

Religion is no compromising in her heart
Even though the world is tearing apart 
Her faith in God is unwavering 
Her character believes are no deviating

Far or near She loves dearly her family 
Do all her best to keep them in unity
Her desire for service is so strong
Even if she has to not eat for long

Her children she brought up in righteousness 
Her grandchildren she loves in fairness 
The sad tides of time knows not her fears
The drumming afflictions know not her ears

The world thought her life would be parted
When her cherished dear darling departed
But, no! She stood gallant and defied all odds 
Disarming all the duels with the aid of God

Her stream of light and hospitality like charms
Welcomes all to her gorgeous caring arms
She can enmesh you with her gracious manners
And drive you crazy with her grammars 

She is an excellent school teacher
And a devout Lay-Preacher
My very first teacher in primary school
Ah! Those days were really so cool

Even at the munificent age of eighty
She still stands as a quintessence of beauty
A virtuous jewel of unfathomable worth
A rear archetypal, mentor, and Mama on earth

Unequivocally I say happy birthday with love
Heaven blessings shower more you from above 
Am proud to be your grandson Mama
Indeed nothing grander than my Grandmother

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

My Cinderella


I didn't love you will be a big hoopla
All fancy was to glide with you
Because you were my only Cinderella
If only you can but my heart see

I love you is what you will find
Even now etched still are those words
To the moon take I you want
On the eve of our nuptials planned

To have your head lay all night on my breast
Kissing your lips till they change complexion
Whispering the sweet tones of love
While driving you to the élite of orgasm
Anyhow, anywhere, any day, hour and time

I wish to wipe all your tears and sad moments
Away with dazzling happiness and joy as surrogates
I didn't know you love me will be a bigger lie
Me saw it all over you crystal clear
Your clothes, shoes, hair, even the air shows
That I was and Am the Prince of your heart

Willing I was to drive to the devil's gate
As prove that I truly loved and loves you
I didn't know you're in pains will be the biggest lie
Think not that your pleas are in vain
Although you were the first to cut the clod

It twinges my heart to hear you cry
I wish I could make your day a little brighter
I wish I could send magic to ease your pains
My heart refused to stop beating for you
Truly, frankly, honestly, I loved and loves still

But my darling, in the eternal voyage of marriage
Love though deep and genuine is not enough
Good character-manners, understanding, respect
Crucial rudiments needed to embark on the passage

If we take to this expedition with love alone
When the cyclone and tumultuous wind will blow
Like a foolish man building his house on sand
Our love-built-ship; marriage will sink even
Before leaving the sea shore of solemnization
Giving us both eternal catastrophic scare in heart

Parting though painful, regretted I never
For loving and my world with you shared
My refusal to voyage, think not my heart's stone
Am only avoiding unending qualms of tomorrow.