Friday, 15 July 2011

Classic Trio of 2010

As a lead up to the third and final part of "Remember September", I have selected three favorite poems of mine, written in the past year. They carry different messages, but are meant to speak to the heart. Their sources of inspiration were of varied sorts: from flashbacks from trips of life, to snippets of daily news, to even day-dreaming.

Poem One
Introduction: I'd just read about the Queen of Sheba, the wife of King Solomon. The poem was centered around the story on how she was astonished at the lavishness of his estate when she visited him. Wanting to impress the king, she loaded her camels with spices, gold and jewels but ironically, the king's greatness swept her of her feet. I merged this with the Trojan horse virus, specifically for effect. With this information registered, I played around with the story.

Trojan Sheba
Infect my heart thou viracious virus,
Scarcely sighted by my many blind lovers,
Jealous and full of real incubus impetus,
Only conspicious without its carnal covers.

Without you every flaw remains relentless,
Drenching my will in obvious oblivion,
Till the end I await thee my empress,
With diamonds and rubies lavished in perfect pavilion.

Poem Two
Introduction: On the 28th June 2010, we were greeted with the sad news of 50 miners trapped and possibly dead in a mining pit in Akyempem, somewhere in the Central Region of Ghana. On hearing this news, the sudden urge to write something on this precarious line of occupation came through. Galamsey, as they are popularly known, are local artisanal gold miners plying their trade independent of gold mining companies.

Galamsey
Within the deepest meadows
lies the richest fellows.
Seeking the vanity of substance
relishing its golden appearance.

What perilous endeavor!
bringing earth's platform to decay forever.
Desires of men written in gold
many unfulfilled dreams left untold.

Poem Three
Introduction: She's the lady of my past, currently residing in the Garden city. I had a huge crush on her from my junior high days, which sadly lost its prospects due to distance. In November 2010, the solitary confines of my rooms motivated a nostalgic trance of my emotional hey-days. She was such a pretty darling and still continues to be one...

Miss Anonymous
My many chronicles speak well of you
The epicenter of my perfect plan
Though you are the same: never new
You are still fairer than a Kardashian.

I found solace in the Golden fortress
whilst you enjoyed the vista from the valley
For eternity you'll remain my duchess
till the duke knows no folly.


Thursday, 14 July 2011

College Chronicles

Part two describes the ensuing events that followed that in the former. Its a true story retold for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!

Introduction: We are still in the month of September. This is the continuation of the previous part, where a consistent rush of blood through my head deceived me into thinking I'd found my better half for life. Naivety rode along with infatuation and sensual gusto. We spent countless times together during the day, and also, in the dark confines of her room. It was like being in a Bermuda Triangle, everything became non-existing in those moments. Nothing really happened, that is, if you believe me......

Remember September (Part Two)

Falling for this daughter of Eve was no conscious choice of mine
despite the unflinching yearn ever-burning up within
My affection towards her unfortunately wasted my time
turning my cerebral Mona Lisa into a worthless painting.

Dancing to the seemingly beautiful beat of passion,
our souls were fed on a diet of tender cuddling company.
We even kept many secrets and vows like a marital union
sorting out our differences and disputes when there were any.

With nights of bliss and burning fervour fuelling this period
we dined at the table of love: cherishing each kiss and touch.
This continued as I transmuted into that fleshy Nimrod
staking my claims on protruding the clouds like a Sputnik launch.

In making my roommates privy to this sticky situation,
chants for emotional cost recovery filled my daily thoughts.
Luckily I listened and laughed at them with little erroneous elation
thereby evading any dastardly ideas or malicious imports.

Friday, 8 July 2011

College Chronicles

This poem is the first in the series of documented events that transpired during my college education. With it many ups and downs, there were a plethora of purple patches within that four-year period. Sharing this is important to me due to the many lessons learnt, which I believe would be greatly appreciated by all-and-sundry hoping to delve into any field of life. Enjoy!

Introduction : "Remember September" sums up the first few weeks of college, where my immaturity took center-stage and focus was lost from the onset. My books became my pillows whilst looking for love rendered me useless.

Remember September (Part One)
Those unforgettable moments trickle in at lightening speed
when innocence perilously played a dangerous chord with caution
Locked up in the dark cell of emotion and sensual need,
time flew and passed by without my able attention.

Excoriating my bachelor status for companionship,
I searched high and low for that precious gem of a maiden
who would gladly accept my request for a relationship
and take whatever form I was divinely displayed in.

Forgetting about the prime purpose of my arrival,
confusion and naivety dallied in this young man's mind.
With each passing day I relished in the imminent retrieval
where my desires would render my sights somewhat blind.

It was the unexpected month of the famous rush,
when fun became the obvious order at time's own expense.
I cannot say this was infatuation or a callous crush
but my infantile feelings for intimacy were wastefully intense.

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

My new blog

Hello everyone. I'm glad to have finally created this blog in order that my innermost thoughts can be shared with the rest of the world. Poetry is the epi-centre of my very being and the only sun in my life's galaxy. I hope to bring my inherent abilities to bare on this blog.