Oduro Bright Amoh

Whenever I pick my pen
To let my muddled thoughts flow,
Words fly helter skelter from my brain
Like a flock of sheep pursued by a lion.
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'Repent, old man, and be born again'
So the clergyman said to Grandpa.
Grandpa with a frown on his wrinkly face replied.
'Well, my son, I will be born too many times,
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I have received the keys; you gave them to me.
My heart was as you wanted it,
You could open and go as you pleased.
But now I have the keys. I had trouble opening the door
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Weary lover with heavy eyes, call it a night.
Your sleepy smiles fade on your sleepy cheeks.
Close your eyes and open your dreams.
A silent slumber awakens the imagination with its noise.
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The painful dreams of bitter realities.
High waves, low tide.
Yesterday's beauty, today's beast.
She sits in where her ilk are standing out
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There are holes in my pocket because I patched yours
I gave youmy songs when you lost your voice
If love is a star I brought down the sky
I gave all my love, guess you wanted more.
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To be there is to steal the beats of beautiful women's drums and find nowhere to play it.
To be there is to watch the sea lick the dimming sun to a sad finish.
To be there is to stand in the worn out shoes
Of dead men and cry the end of their lives.
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The very first step of life
Essentially determines the strength of the last.
Though we plod with tears and sweat our way forward,
We ought not neglect our backs.
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Not at first sight my views I show,

Neither is it with experience that these words flow;
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I love the maid, she loves a man,
He loves another maiden,
So now you see why my heart is
With heavy worry laden
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Alone, a lonely night with dull light from the  moon shining,
I, when all cares had been cared for, was upon my bed reclining,
My feet  were weak from walking
My lips were shut from talking
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Oh that I had a mermaid's tear,
Two silver chalices of life and death
Then would I gallantly without fear
Journey with blade fixed in sheath
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Nights like this produces charms
Of your grace in my heart;
For night after night have I been in your arms
But the light of morn tears you and me apart
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I hear the broken music of your tears.
I listen, heartful to the drumming of your heart
And read the silences between.
Sad tune by sad tune you hum the sorrows
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Black sheep among a crowd of white heap,
I keep memories of fools in a cool sweep.
I am steep peep; well, that's deep.
I am a black sheep failing to feed a white fox
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The song plays on
The acoustic sadness echoes in the chills
Memories clamour to pierce old scars
I wish a sad tear may escape or two
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Myriads: the poems carefully written,
And myriads too those penned without care.
That everything be remembered is the desire
Running through the author's brain.
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In the deep bosom of my broken heart
A certain darkness was planted
As the tear drops of misery and pain fell upon its place,
A certain melancholy seed breathed its last in the soil of despair.
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Did you see the old man?
The one who just passed there?
I thought he wore a grimace as
The other old men we know.
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It is the longing that sweetens the welcome
And loneliness proves worthy the company.
A lover lost taints the heart from time's cure
For when love is and now is no more
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