ZINDAGI

Once, here was innocent of envy Once, here never stirred a frenzy Once here, hands moulded the levy Nothing imposed,nothing heavy Once, words and exchanges were lucid And nothing suffered being hidden Like the tiny,black ant Under the black stone In the middle of dark nights,so dark Dug deep a fear a well of one-eyed tears That which I tried to have them hear Bleaked, blurred in vision Blended and overshadowed by our missions Once held in a strong,fistful fang escapes through an explosion,a bang! Under the sun fates loosely hang Sakor Inusah Musah© (UHAS)  sakorunik@gmail.com

   I saw him in that blistering sun Eyes haggard, hair jagged I wondered, "whose son? " His bone structure had questionable integrity  And I wondered if his head would give way under the load His master for the hour yelled "hurry!" Then paces quickened and my heart leapt!  Oh God!  the boy looked like one who hardly slept Amidst yells of "make way!...I'm coming through! " The boy trudged to his destination finally The ungrateful master gave him a few pesewas.  The boy with a grateful heart sauntered to join  the other boys ,perpetual natives of the streets.  The sun scowled brilliantly on his discoloured hair And boy's nightmare began again.  By : Owusu F. Michael 

 There are a lot of talented budding poets and writers in Ghana and Inusah Sakor Musah is in a class all by himself... He presents his poetry with deep soulful mastery as well as neo-intellectualism that nourishes your mind and soul... Visit  www.thecreatars.wordpress.com  to check some of his other works...He calls this one "Careful Mate;My End Of Semester Lessons!.... Enjoy 😉 Stanza 1: Mr. Lumor And here comes Mr. Lumor He has this sense of humour That we all know to be a ridiculous tumor Whose symptoms we feel when he thinks we spread about him some rumours Careful mate, do not get over the moon by his dances For it is to the tunes of your failure​ that he dances His every move is inspired by the rhythm of the thought that your ignorance spikes above the roof. By :Sakor Inusah Musah

She smiles and its like I'm comfortably watching from my screens a telenovela Eloise, my sweet fat Valentina You are beautiful and obese, not beautiful but obese, you antagonise that beast Your frown when they call you fat is like some Adonko bitters commercial I always skip For all you are is what has dipped me wakeless into a lake of a feeling safe from gyp The eternities you spend just to find that dress that may fit But ludicrous they that never know their comments are but blips And that I'm blind to these hungry, slim girls dangling their deficient hips See how their comments hover you to the gym How you complain of the pains your knees endure while they carry your weight But like the cross you feel their sins are hours to bear to prove your love to me with strength and faith  By:InusahWrites

     SHELLED Something for me, Something to hold. A safe haven for us, A place to call home. Here, all our fears and desperate trepidations Are woven in an intricate pattern borne in the Minds of wise old fools in deep meditation. Here they piously let hope flourish , burn a tad bit brighter, only to vanquish it. Here our way of life is a perpetual La Mode Perpetrated to the very frail fringes of eternity. Here, unspeakable deeds are performed in full  spectacle of the populace But who dares question it? And so we remain coiled and stuffed in this  Illusionary organic casing we have created for ourselves. Our internal organs bathed by blood set aboil By fearful emotions we dare not let escape. And thus for all the wrong purposes become we, Shelled. By Owusu F.  Michael