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To Justice Joe Okyere a.k.a Phlexo,

This is beyond what you know

To J.K Ansah,very dark and slim

This is what we call crush victim.

But to the love of my infant heart

This is more than just an art

I see in my tears that have now created a pool

Those days I was but only in high school

Those days that was full of  ecstasy and joy

Those days I was but mummy little boy

I wish to cry

again

and again

and again

Not because of

the pain

my pain

our pain

But may be

as I cry,

as I sigh,

just may be

as my tears I try

not to dry

The face of my dear

will reappear

In the pool

my tear

by tear

has made right here.

I need you

I seek you

I beseech you

Come and let's make it new,

Come and let's make it blue

Come and let's make it true

For now

my head

my hands

my very own,

For now

my heart

my hormones

are all grown

Strong enough

to defeat

and defend,

strong In fact

to delete

and depend

Nevertheless

Never depressed

Never obsessed

Never oppressed

Will I ever be

If I never find thee

For such is what I deserve to have.

For such is the design from above

For such is the teenage love

TIME AND TIDE

I don't expect everyone to understand this,

For it took me weeks to know what it is.

However complex it may be

The last line sums it for you and me.

TIME…

If wasting you was no crime,

I'd spend you writing a rhyme

Though I wouldn't receive even a dime.

…AND TIDE…

If I had your remote control by my side,

I'd jump into my boat for a ride,

In search of rubies for my will-be bribe.

…WAIT …

I've done that since 2008

And now it's even getting late

For me to control my fate.

…FOR NO MAN.

Yes! Not even the rich one

Who rides the most expensive van,

Seldom feels the heat of the sun

And does whatever he wills and can.

Indeed whether a poetic mind is all you have

Or you're a fisherman in love,

a young man who is awaiting a chance to slip by

Or that man who is mighty and high,

Let me tell you as loudly as I can,

That TIME AND TIDE WAITS FOR NO MAN.

20/09/11

no GIFT for GIFTy

To the persona's lady; so loving so nifty,
whom, just for this poem will be called Gifty.

I want to pass by
And say hi
To the apple of my eye
But I feel so very shy

Because I’ve got
Not

No sweet scented rose
To tickle her nose
No choco bar or paste
to lick or taste

I'm at her gate not knowing if I should knock
Or simply call her to come and open their lock
because I’m afraid her dogs will appear
And bark; goo go! What are you doing here

when you've got
Not

No sweet scented rose
to tickle her nose
No choco bar or paste
for lick or taste

I can avoid the dogs, jump the backyard wall
And sneak through the backdoor into the hall
But I feel I won't deserve her hugs and kisses
and all she'll do especially when me she misses

because I've got
Not

No sweet scented rose
To tickle her nose
No choco bar or paste
to lick or taste

My Gifty will not drive me away if she finds me at her gate
My Gifty will not ask me to take her out on a date

But I'm leaving because I can't look her in the eye
I’m going back home because I feel worried and shy

That upon all the love she's made me see
That Upon all the phases of life she's seen with me

I couldn't give her on this
Valentine's day

No sweet scented rose
To tickle her nose
No choco bar or paste
to lick or taste.

15-02-12

i HATE to be LATE

I wrote this once when I was late for school;

An act that is against that lecturer's number one rule.

You may see this as a piece of drool

But that doesn't make me a fool.

If I owned even a small pair of wings

Like that bird who behind my window sings

I'd have stopped writing this rhyme

And flown as fast as I could in no time

If time were as corrupt as the men at the roadside

Who find faults only when they decide,

I'd have given him a gift so I could walk like a bride;

At my own pace, with all the peace, and all the pride.

Wait for me time please it's not entirely my fault

Wait for me time, please I beg you to halt.

I set an alarm but I think it was just inept

I told the cock but I think we both overslept,

Watchman of the times in the day,

This is all that I want to say;

Let this lecturer come after eight

So that I won't be late.

15/11/2011 6:49 am in a Trosky.