Public Pit-Sniffing

I was midday-monkeying-about with colleagues, at lunch, in our upper floor, in a public building. Through the window, we espied down below, a frowsy female raising her arms to sniff her pits, distastefully thrice, the moment she came out of the public toilets. As if that was not entertainment enough, she savoured a whiff of her probably-unwashed fingers, nauseating us to numbness, as she walked to join her group.

Diligence & Negligence

Due diligence
at Work
=
Undue negligence
of Blog

I am sorry!

Sense-less Sunday

Today,
I saw ...
Nobody!

The only allowed ...
Sounds
Were ...

The humming fridge,

The buzzing fan,

The dripping tap,

The swishing scrubbing brush,

The droning night mozzy.

The only permitted ...
Space ...
The void of your absence

Today,
I was ...
Nobody!

Heartbeat for ?????

?????, be mine, be mine!
If you feel the sparks fly too
And you sleep on thorny nights
Be mine, please be mine!
Wars and history have their place
And I showed an ugly face
When I had your first love, first grace
Turn time around and be mine!
Give me the crystals in your eyes
Let me own your heart once more
In the attic of your soul
Remember our stars in the sky
Be completely mine!
?????, ?????, my ?????
Your heart and soul are warm for me
And your secret smile says so
And how lovely you keep for me
Denies the murmurs in your mind
You feel it, say you’re mine!
I could say I love you
And waste a perfect thing with words
You own me, take me, take me!
My first, last and always
My pain, my smile, my warmth
????? … ????? … ?????
Be mine, mine, forever!

Fallen Angels

They woke up
They held out their wings
Stilled their hearts
And gave off a pure glow

They cast their eyes about
They found free fault
Told of the better life
And promised to help

Then they spread their wings
And they became men
They felt a new thrill
And wanted to know

They heard the screams
They felt the chains shatter
Let loose in lightning bolts
And made the rain come down

They found the silence sweet
They drifted through the deeps
Lost their wings, found their legs
And the Angels had fallen.

The Pastry War

Daddy, Daddy
Why is my name so small
When that should not be
Seeing I’m not so tall?

With such a little name
No matter what I do
I will not see the fame
The Incas brought Peru

And with my frame so slight
Whatever could I build
And are my chances bright
That the neighbours would be thrilled?

And though I’m all of four
I’ve never had a girl
And when the men went to war
I was my mother’s furl

I cannot buy a beer
Or drive our old car
For the police would be here
To take me away from Ma

Well, well my little man
In truth your name is small
But being the best you can
Is quite a different ball

As for your little name
Many with a longer one
Heightened their country’s shame
Even in the Andes sun

You sure are rather frail
But show me a neighbour’s son
Who would not, hopefully, pale
On seeing your medals won

I know you’re only four
Girls come at ten-and-eight
As for the pastry war
You conquered many a plate

Some things you cannot do
There soon will come an age
When nothing will stop you
But you must go through each stage.

The Indignity of a Well-Ironed Shirt

Just press out the spider creases, no fancy stuff. I do not want my shirt to be fed fat with carbohydrate, and then braised, before I wear it. I would rather die than let people see me in the hard-crust, self-standing, chopping-board charade. Plus, the custard-smooth facade, the prime-meridian sleeve lines and the collar counting-down-to-lift-off would only make me out to be a dandified fraud.

Oneiroraptor

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Wax-padded paws
A wet, soft slither
The click of ivory claws
Rank-reeking rigor
Flaming founts for eyes
A hunch, a pounce, a hole!
The dream, the soul, is stole!
It hounds the hideous heart
It crawls the creepy crypt
It stalks the slumber store
Then, turn to tender thoughts
And warm the cockles of your heart
For at the witching hour
W-h-o-o-s-h, w-h-o-o-s-h-, w-h-o-o-s-h
HUMPH! ONEIRORAPTOR!

We All Want an Easy Life

We all want an easy life
A rich and charming man or wife
To wake up to their purring kiss
A bank account that’s fat and Swiss
A tropical island’s holiday (each year)
An answer every time we pray
Lives of fame and autographs
Gardens of orchids and giraffes
We want to stay young forever
Me, you, Tracy and Trevor

The little things that bring us smiles
Are worth more than gold by miles
The sun that’s shining high and bright
Warm milk before we say good night
The loving hugs we get from friends
A broken heart after it mends
A bird that sends its love in droppings
The magical moment we exchange rings
To say sorry on bended knee
And the fact that love’s for free.

A Little

A little love in every heart
That’s just the starting part

A little dream in happy sleep
Teaches to love in deep

A little kiss when come the flaws
Will keep away divorce

A little smile at piercing eyes
Will melt to water the ice

A little strength in troubled times
Will warm the chilly climes.

Where Two Hearts Meet

There is a place, and a time, and a way
Where two hearts meet, where they play
And there, it all falls in like the rain
No matter your desire, it must feel right
There is a world for only two, the chosen two
They find it once, there’re no mistakes
It comes with fear and great passion
It never goes away, so we decide

I found a heart, in my heart, it was your heart
Some dreams have wings; I played the part
Here, it did not fall, but it poured
For you, how did it feel, I want to know?
And are you scared, what owns your mind?
And sometimes it does feel strange, does feel strong
For not being spooked, I kiss your hand
For being just you, I like you so

There’re no promises, no conscience
Just knowing that you are there, forever!

Let's Talk About Love - A View from Ghana

A Promise on Love

I’ll stow your smile in a chocolate cake
Catch your breath in a red rose bud
I’ll hold your hair in a liquorice lake
And love you with blue blood

I’ll keep your heart in a glass fruit bowl
And cloak your soul in a crystal ball
I’ll melt your mind in a phial of gold
And love you, flaws and all

I’ll coat your touch in sugar strips
Set your feet in a jewellery case
I’ll warm your kiss against my lips
Love you in time and space

On Your Absence

I dream of your pink, soft smile
Radiating in the night
And on a wish, I touch and dial
To hear you, sweet and light

I shut my eyes and sail the sea
To some romantic lands
Where winds of musk and lemon tea
Smell like you in my hands

I lie awake at mildest morn
I can’t drift off to sleep
The wait is long; my heart is worn
How does forever keep!

There was an eve you held me close
The stars shone high above
And shady flows of shadows rose
Wondering if we spoke of love

White winds will bring my queen some day
All sweet and smiles again
With happy hearts we’ll kiss and play
While heaven hails her rain.

On Her Making

They poured a quart of moonlight milk
And added ruby, pearl and jade
They wrapped it up in softest silk
And so my lady’s face was made

They sprinkled drops of Angel Tears
And sang sweet songs from heaven’s fold
They mixed perfumes for seven years
And there’s her little heart of gold

They flicked a flare of fairy dust
And caught a film of silver cloud
They laced her blood with lickerish lust
See how she walks so light and proud

They baked cookies from her wondrous dreams
And flavoured them with racy wine
They filled them sweet with all my favourite creams
That’s why the lady’s heart is mine

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If I walked through your eyes
To where the moon flies
And I kissed you on the lips
Till when the sun dips
If I swore upon a rose
Until my voice froze
Would you believe that I love you?
Would you say you love me too?

Period of Love

No Reason like this Love Season to make me go back to long ago, when I so believed that Love really made the world go round. The poetry that follows from today is poetry from my late teen to early adult days.

The Apple and the Dagger

An Apple in my heart
A Dagger in my mind
Each for one of two people
I just can't decide which.

Looking for Docile Dollar Dispensers

The first floor at Frankie’s at Osu in the City of Accra is a terrific place to sit and eat or have a drink, while playing your eyes on the people pouring in and out, or ogling the Oxford Street down below. So, I was doing some or all of the above peccadillos , last night, when four fruity females oozed indoors, in frisky, frilly frocks, and sat down to order something. I got the impression that they were man-hunting. My snoopy suspicion was cruelly confirmed when barely two minutes after their commanding orders, they got up and cheesecaked hurriedly out of the room. The drinks arrived not one minute after. The egg-faced waiter stood at the table he’d left them at, totally perplexed. I signalled to him that the girls had beaten it. In the intervening double minute, they’d professionally recced the room and found no Docile Dollar Dispenser – and they didn’t come there for drinks!