Joyful-Sorrow

Christmas always comes with pleasure

Enjoyed I have without pressure 

Jumping up and down, so much fun and party

With rice and stew very plenty 

Venues though far apart in distance

Never missing I've been always at once

Attending endless carols and singing

Joyful singing with my sonorous voice

Making hearts and minds all rejoice

culminating in afterwards endless dancing

fun so hilarious that ribs cracks 

Not forgetting joyful eating with the Pack's

But despite all these fun and more

Stands a gigantic sorrow at my heart's door

Intermittently swirls now and then in my heart

Almost enshrouds pleasure moments in part

Its not one of missing party nor delicious meal

Nor one of physical injury refusing to heal

Its a ginormous sorrow of not been with my family

To enjoy the pleasant moments so lovely

Joy pleasure at day; tearful moments at night

incessant deluge of tears covering my eyes sight

Been not with my beloveds and their voices hear

At the most wonderful and happiest time of the year.

Feliz Cumpleaños MI AMIGO

My piety is always sidelines

By his warily noted elegiac lines

Oh! I love the gen nipple he caresses

To consent a sturdy tide and release 

Of lyrics from the flaccid breasts of wisdom

To expose his expressive graviton

So when you ogle him, stretch way

Feliz cumpleaños fayeampah mi amigo

Keep the blazes shinning always at the go.

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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.

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

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