WORD MAKER

WORD MAKER
By: Kofi Gyamfi Anane-Kyeremeh (Word Maker)

(~Wrote this piece for my birthday~First post by myself.)

Call me the Word Maker
I come from the world therein.
The world where you think I can only come from.
From sperm to clot to this,
I come from and Idea, a passion.

I was held as a decision, formed as a protein,
Held in a sack, waiting, just waiting.
The right time came, as I was spewed off,
To another holding, another abode.

Yet this world knew me not.
It was oblivious of my formation,
In the Beginning God created the Heaven and Earth
An in my beginning Word created me.
In the belly of a woman.

I planned my exit strategy in her womb.
I formed my mindset, in her womb.
I built this relationship with life
And sought to prove not more than I am now
So that when the world did see me,
It will know, and believe.

It past 12am, and here I sit,
Behind the flat screen, tapping away on this keyboard.
It is all quiet save for the fan.
I sleep not, for I think,
I am being born again, like I was, many years past.

I am forcing my head through this tight opening
Kicking my legs hard,
Wanting to pop out,
And let the whole world see me.

For I am the Word Maker.
The one who can and yet cannot.
The one who will and yet will not.
The one all will think of, and yet, will forget.

But I will not forget me,
Nor the sack that held me,
Nor the womb that fed me,
Nor the Mother the brought me up,
Nor the Family that raised me,
Nor the pen, that made me..

So call me the Word Maker.
The same yesterday, but not the same anymore.
I am like now a broken hymen.
I know no innocence, for words birthed me.

I will be as I planned, when I was in her womb.
I know coz I wrote it all down.
This day defines me.
It defines my mother too.
We were one, and never separated.
I condition my mind for Life.

It will happen as I have planned it.
Call me the Word Maker.
Call me by that name.
For on this day. I was made.

The Life Giver ~ Deborah Baiden

The Life Giver, By Deborah Baiden.

Water flowed as the painful journey began

excruciating pain like bullet from a gun.

At last, a shrill cry cut the tense atmosphere,

the lifegiver sighed; her spirit soared to the stratosphere, a new life was born.

Milk flowed as the nursing journey started,

the baby's health was all that mattered

sound sleep was no longer necessary

she needed to know the baby's chemistry, a new life began.

Sweat flowed as the training journey began

character building was essential at this stage

valuable lessons, when I come of age

sleepless nights, through the teenage years, a new life matured.

Tears flows as she is appreciated

she enjoys the fruit of her labour

'A success story' she tells every neighbour.

Behind every success is Maame.

 

 Ayeekoo..Yen Maamenom.

Cervical Woes - Onyx Smith

{An entry from Onyx Smith. A good read. Share your thoughts.}

His pain comes with no gain,

And his blackballed presence has become my greatest bane

There are those rare moments when in anticipation, i wait for him

And for those same rare moments, he comes not, despite my whim.

Then somewhat asudden and forcefully,

And highly unanticipatedly, he arrives with eruption,

in his usual red flowing gown.

With his terrible and lethal weapon, causing distraction

Inflicting pain too, even so with a frown.

Excruciating.

He orders his subjects from my deepest parts,

with a steel face and stony heart.

and his following, those cascading globs of red,

create a ghastly sight on my homely bed.

I am left with sporadic dysmenorrhea,

the reverse of pleasure becomes my overseer.

Oh my, the price to pay for womanhood

Can't hide my emotion, the thought just dampens my mood.

The executioner, my visitor, looks on and nods.

He looks proud and all, like the Zeus of the other gods.

I stare with contempt,

and make no attempt

to look away when he whispers, 'Menstruation.'

Untitled - Arcene Janvier

 Poem By Arcene Janvier

I progress from my regress far back behind the rest
Steady Improvement is the Chief Aim
So many are the years I wasted trying to be
...what the society wanted me to be
I’ve retraced my steps to where I lost my way
I’ve regained the platform from which I clearly perceive the horizons ahead...
My dreams are now nearer than ever
...because in spite of them being further than they were yesterday
My failures in being something else has reaffirmed in me
...the faith that this is the function whose tool I am
Hence efficiency is the native merit expected of me
...and I promise to effortlessly and efficiently fulfill to the pleasure of analysts...
Now I have a stronger will
From my hard fall yesterday I have today healed a stronger soul

I am a front warrior in a war against mediocrity
I am an evangelist of optimism in a county of pessimism
I am a politician in the democracy of dreams
I am a mason in the construction of a better reality
I am an actor in the play of successful living
I am a student in the University of Life
I am a seeker of the Universal Keys
I am a shooting star with a definite course, Infinity is my destination
But for now as tick-tock of the clock resounds
I am the ant with a defined purpose

History is my trusted friend, never lies to me
...and always enlightens me with better lessons
Time is my ally, always on my side
My dreams are the business plan
The seeds I hope to reap tomorrow
My skills, dedication, and passions are my equity
...the capital I count on
Mother Nature and the infinite mind are my guarantors
I fear not to take the highest risks for I am insured by the Policy of Faith
For me life is an endless series of opportunities
I dare to dream because I have the capacity to believe
I dare to strive because I trust in my native abilities
I have a name that has no one else
It is a name that must be built with candid effort from the ground up
I am now digging the foundation for this castle of a name
For at the end of the day
It begins with the fact that I am standing at the gate of possibilities
My spirit has brought me thus far, what’s left is to walk in
Shall I knock or shall I let myself in
Let me first proclaim my name and see if the children of souls recognize:
I am Oversoul, the Son of a Dream
Suspense... what happens next
Alertness.. Excitement... Exhilaration...
Elation... Anticipation... Confidence...
Emotional Power

I Can Have It All - Sharon Tracy Phanos

I CAN HAVE IT ALL.

I want the luxury and the comfort

I want the knowledge and the grades

I want the guy and the mustang

And I want the money and the love

Definitely, the money and the love

And I should have them all.

I want the mansion with room service

I want the beauty and the passion

I want longevity and security

I want the cuisine with the chef

I want ‘em hot and spicy

And I want the million dollar kicks

I want to see Peru and Abudiabe

I want to feel “el sol y el calor”

I want to feel “el agua en el playa”

I want to see the Paris fashion week

And visit Ethiopia for lunch

I want to have it all.

I want to have the best in life

And live like a child of the kingdom

I want the land and its richness

I want world peace and abundance

Why can’t I have it all?

I want honesty and truth

Top it up with much love and charity

I want to ride in Texas

And stand and gaze at the “tour d’Eiffel”

I can have my dreams and hopes

I can have the best of the lot

I can savour the richest taste

 I can breathe uncontaminated air

I can walk alone and not fear

I can have it all.

Beauty Of Nature - Anisha Achankunju

Beauty of Nature

by Anisha Achankunju on Sunday, 5 February 2012

Golden light dancing in to my arms,
With diamonds flowing, intrepid calms.
On bended knee I look up in love,
To the beauty of life bestowed Above.

With swirls of White Light covering all,
In my white dress I now stand so tall.
Beckoning all the butterflies and bees,
Singing amorously to the oak trees.

Intrepid, intriguing, beautiful in love,
To feel one with the nature all Above.
With rushes of light that enclasps my being,
In a gentle swirl I come up to sing.

Beauty of Nature, My love my call,
You have given me all to stand tall.
In your loving anthems I am amply blest,
Atuned in peace, love, and beauty caressed.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 5th February 2012

Default Invetion - Duke Benson

Default Invention

by Duke Benson 

 

A designer, a creator, a scientist, an engineer
Those are my appellations
I design, I invent
All in my lab

Of all my inventions
There are two
Device 1, codenamed XY
Device 2, codenamed XX
And both have two antennas

XY has two antennas
Y1 and Y2
Y1 is transmission only
Y2, also transmission only

XX has two antennas too
X1 and X2
X1 transmits and receives
X2 transmits only

In my own likeness I made them
With my own knowledge I made them

By default
The devices work on their own
For maximum gain and efficiency
They must work together

But to work together
This algorithm they must follow

            XX sync XY
            Y1 transmit
            X1 receive

It’s simple, not complicated
No matter what anyone says
That’s the way I made them

My Name Is - Nana Asaase

My Name is

by Nana Asaase(Philip Boakye Dua Oyinka)

 

I am a seed of potent dreams and promises
Planted in a green desert;
A lonely dark cloud
Over an anxious dry plain;
A harvest of burdened expectancy.

I am a drop of living water
To the creaky limbs of a stranded warrior;
The fat sweat on a skinny brow;
The hope of a widow forest;
LET THIS TREE REMAIN!!!

The Red House - Tchaloco Mo

THE RED HOUSE...........................

by Tchaloco Mo 

Actuality of time.
the streets are
quiet,the birds
chasing after
the wind,the
kids pack their
toys,parents
rushing them
home.........
the streets are
filled with fears.
the smell of guns
powders run the
avenues.........
the place that use
to ressemble to
the sea,now,looks
more like a volcano.
i step down to my
door,cross to the
otherside.enter
the red building.
behind the door
the smoke of weed
knocked me off my
foot.catch my breath.
on my left,three
people are laughing,
on my right,a stair..
on the wall,there are
three pictures.......
all identical,back
grounded in black
with a red mark.
in the top-left
corner..............
i keep on walking
with every steps
getting heavy and
heavier;the sweat
dripping under my
shirt,my underwear
is getting wet....
when i look left,
the floor was cover
in red,a river of
blood,running down
the hallway..........
She,my onetime
friend,seating down
in a the couch;half
way dressed;motionless
staring straight at
the door but she was not
moving.the closer i get,
the details are coming.
in her room,on my left,
a splash of red paint
on the wall.............
at my right,the back
of her head,making
way to a big hole!
she died inside the
little red house............

The Loud Voice Of Silence - Akwele Patricia

THE LOUD VOICE OF SILENCE

by Akwele Patricia

I need reasons for speech
But need none for silence
I cannot see why
Yet I am not blind

Frustrated
I want to hear
I listen close
I cannot say a word
Even though it's loud in my head

Lost
I need to locate that drop of water admist the rain
That surrounds me
There I can catch a single voice in my head
A single voice within a thousand that deafens me

Loud silence is like the sun
Burning without a voice
Loud silence is like the stars
Screaming their beauty out

No one dared disturb the voice of silence
The loud voice of silence
It is the hardest argument to refute

 

Lost In A Dream - Prem Anand R

LOST IN A DREAM

Prem Anand R

Lost in a dream, sleepless awakening
violet skies between meadows of green
rivers of souls departed to the underworld
silver coins bribes upon the ferryman’s hand

Lost within my sleep, death calls and waits
twilight skies burning heavens above
as darkness came with thunder
storms brewing upon gods’ caldron of fate
flashes and screams echoes
to disturb the sleeper’s wake

Lost in a dream, I cast my dices to fate
upon the crossroads I wait for the deal
to be made with the salesman of Hades
came and bought my soul in a dream

Lost in a maze, a labyrinth of deceit and hate
men sell their souls for their pieces of dreams
gamblers twist lady luck to escape their fate
they become the balls, when the roulette turns and stops

Dreamers all of them, like me unable to awake
death waits between the cracks of shadow and light
life is the hardest to live upon expectations,
dreamers die young as their life burns away fast

Waiting to break out of the cycle of mundane
to live the life of an enigma of chaos
on a hill top high screaming at the heavens like a lunatic
found the dream but death got to it first

Seize the day and night,they hide
when death comes seeking
freedom is a price we take for granted
on speeches made by folk tongue
asleep on my bed, restless and in peace

lost in a dream between the rivers of soul
and the shadow of death,not to be awaken
unless dreams are found or lost in its nightmare
but now the bones and flesh are but a mere dust

delusional mirage becomes the real life
inner sanctum of reality shifts the imagination
freedom of flight that the weight of regrets lies
within the mind but none is taken by the heart

2011 ©PREM ANAND RETHINASAMY

MICROPOETRY

Hey poetry fans and Geeks in the Greater Accra Region, It is finally here...

Write To The World and Open Air Theartre presents to you MICROPOETRY, a radio peotry contest.

Let me give you the jig.

5 lines + 5 words

Yes, that all it takes. Micropoetry is a contest meant to see if ports can actually say more with less. So write a 5 line poem with not more than 5 words and sub mit it. Below are compact details.

Contest: Micropoetry

Tag-line: Say More With Less

Organisers: WTTW & OAT

Supporters: Public Sense Advertising (PSA) & AfroMedia

Medium: Radio Univers 105.7fm

Time: 5:00pm t0 6:30pm
 

Purpose: Getting poets to cut short their long poems, encouraging brevity in poetry, saying more with less.
 

Format: A poem of not more than 25words with 5lines of not more than 5words per line.
 

Themes: General
 

Style: no style but a rhyming piece will be good.
 

Submission: Via Text Only

Number of submissions: 1 per poet per week.
Prizes: Ranging. BRANDED T Shirts, Call Credit, Posters of WTTW or OAT, Invite to OAT, follow-ups by WTTW & other groups.
Duration: weekly for 8 weeks, extension possible. Submissions will be done only within the 24hrs of Sundays only..

So there you have it. Let's go micro. You will have to listen to Open Air Theatre (OAT) for full details and rules.

More info on our Facekook's event Wall.

All inquiries should be directed to Kofi on +233247815068

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Who Am I? - Prem Anand R

Who am I? 

By Prem Anand R

Who am I?
I am the like the sun
Drowning in its watery depths
...To bring forth the dark page
To create words with stars
The beauty of the night
The moon its infinity mark
To question each insanity
That invades our mind

Who am I?
I am like the falling moon
That dissolves into the sea
To create ripples of words
A constant flowing ring
Coming back to you
An inspiration of a new day

The auburn strokes
On a white page
Floating in its blue shade
Gives birth to new illusions
That the painter creates
The art of words
That frees the sprite within
From the shadows of pain

Who am I?
I am like the droplets of rain
That soaks into your mind's page
Creating the soul from your heart
A storm raging a flood
Of endless thoughts in turmoil
With pain and rage
Then only a drizzle remains
And peace at last,comes to its mind

Who am I?
I am like the gentle breeze
That blows words to describe
The meaning of each stanza
To lift you up into the dreams
You seek from the nightmares
Raging the heart with no peace
Destroying every closed mind
Then opening them to each line

Who am I?
I am the enigma
Of many lives spent
A letter in every word
A word in each sentence
The space between stanzas
The rhymes and reasons
Or none at all
The silent voice
That shouts words written
And if you still question this gift
Then this riddle is already too long
To question who am I

©PREM ANAND RETHINASAMY

Tell Her (1) - Kwame Ghansah

Tell Her (1) - June 13 2011

by Kwame Gh 

 

Running around
As if nothing matters at all
Thinking and imagining the unthinkable
Trying to touch the untouchable
This exists nowhere but in here

After sensing my tell him
Great minds surely think alike
With this I jumped and exclaimed
She loves me, she loves me not
But I concluded to myself, she loves me

What do I tell her now?
If I could write her a song
Then, I’m yours would be best
If it had to be anybody, it was you
Baby, I’m yours

Beautiful is your name
Wonderful is who you are to me
Seeing you in my dreams
Addresses my comfort zone
My soft spot for you is just my pillow

I know you do not know now
But, I am telling you too now
I cherish you beyond now
Thinking of you now
But what happens after all these thoughtful thoughts

It couldn’t be only me
But all I ask is try me
The beacon that is experienced
From thinking about you
Is worth getting you to know

The end of the beginning is yet to come
But the hurt is that,
You still do not know that I know
Who will help me tell her?
I love you

Kw_Addy™

Lost Love - Albert Kofi Owiredu

LOST LOVE

by Albert Kofi Owiredu

(Massy’s letter to Alex)

Music playing
In the background,
Thoughts of you
Crowding my head,
I scribble this letter
To you
That you’d find
Time to read
Whatever happened to you?
You were my all

Right now
I see you
In blue pants
And a neat white
Sweat shirt
Walking up to me
With a smile
This beautiful
As if we were friends
You introduce yourself
And ask of my name
‘I’m Agnes
But call me Massy’
I say

Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
I remember
How I couldn’t stop
Picturing your face
And how it would feel
In those muscled arms
Had I fallen
At first sight?
I had


I hear Luther Vandross
Do killing me softly
And I melt
In tears
Like I did
In love
When you asked me out


Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
Everyday saw us
Share a kiss
Hold hands
I felt so safe
In your arms

I am in your bed
And you beside me
Holding me tight
An assurance
It won’t hurt
I let you in
It didn’t hurt really
I loved you more
Your sheet stained
Your eyes spoke of
A love undying

Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
You are so furious
I didn’t tell you
I got pregnant
And got rid of it
I love you
I would want you
Stuck with me
For love
And everything we shared
Not an unwanted pregnancy

You couldn’t forgive
I killed your blood
It was my blood too
You couldn’t forget
I did it
When you didn’t know


Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
My eyes are tired
From crying
And my heart
From bleeding
I miss you

I bet you miss me
The happy moments
The sad ones
Everything


Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
My pride
Couldn’t bring me
Down on my knees
To say sorry
Right now
I am really sorry
I love you
Please forgive
And forget.

(c) June 14 2011 Owiredu Albert Kofi

Want To Be Heard Outside Too - J Felix Ametepe

>WANT TO BE HEARD OUTSIDE TOO<

 

by J Felix Ametepe

I shout inside me and you hear me,

I shout love outside me but unheard,

My eyes speak and meaning is conveyed to the heart,

My heart beeps and emotions act on,

My lips act and heart reject.

How can i speak love with my heart?

Because loving you is all i care.

I want to be heard outside too

The Last Dance - Prem Anand R

The Last Dance

 

by Prem Anand R

Torn is the hearts that bleeds
For lovers lost as the dawn bleeds
From the dusk that only in twilight brings
That night and day collides in crimson bane

We will meet like cursed lovers torn
Like magical verse from ranting born
Seeking darkness where once light shone
Beneath the graves of lover’s torn

Free spirits that rise to embrace
Misty dancers of lover’s dead
Fleeting with graceful solace
Starry nights with lunar shines

Shadows play between its light
Silence is as crickets play
An orchestra of nature swings
With fireflies are nature‘s stars

Shining like a guiding light
For the path of broken hearts mend
And the lovers dance their last dance
By the graves of Romeo and Juliet

2010 © PREM ANAND RETHINASAMY

A Poet's Suicide Note - Reason AbledArtist

a poet's suicide note

by Reason AbledArtist 

 

the wind threatens to uproot everything standing on feeble foundations

if my soul flies with it to some far-flung sanctuary or floats around to fill mortal lungs with breath

before my flesh feeds the crawling creatures of the undergrowth, my conscious mind should part with these words:

if there was ever a genuine happiness in this life, it was of our will and doing

if there was ever a reality, it was moulded from the ribs of our aspirations

if indeed there was ever love, it must've been the phenomena that mimics our daily dreams and savours in our daily deeds

from this life i take nothing but my mind to be my only companion

and to my mother, i leave the body she bore to burry

to my friends, before my memory dissipates into small particles of nothingness, remember that i shared my dreams and my love with you

A Lonely Angel - Poet Love

A Lonely Angel..

by Poet Love

A lonely angel with broken wings
Sitting, waiting for light from heaven
Show me the light, hold my hand,
Walk me through, make me a complete angel
Take me where I belong to, take me back to heaven.

A Gathering Of Angels - Ray Bell

A gathering of angels

by Ray Bell

 

Slowly and certainly time begins to run aground this moment all encompassing yet contains no sound only relieved but terrified emotion feverish prayers and a purified devotion on a scale impossible to comprehend we stand like warriors with nothing to defend perhaps its the way time and space must compress out of this room turn off the light a new emptiness why has man always needed an ending so damn proud too stoic remaining unbending sometimes thoughts dreams even reasons run there course maybe we must await the four each riding an unearthly horse even if it doesnt come to pass it leaves strange chills i really do not long to see a gathering of angels