Love and Doing It

Posted: November 27, 2015 in Uncategorized

When you built me a hut

away from the drowsy storm

and flowers like a vineyard

around my weary breast

It was muse and music to my soul

as I had observed you

squeeze water from a stone

in spite of your aging knees

palsy hands and vibrating legs

as sickness is to a new born babe.

Your tears were unknown

and thus,

I realized we do not unmake old friends.

Copyright (c) 17-11-2015

Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah

(To Manchester United Football Club ahead of our game with Bayern Munich)

A day as this is set before thee
the mountain steep thou far we see 
We hold our breath in bravery scene 
a course to thee thy will conquest 

We set forth thee as marching soldiers
thought of failure our heart’s displeasure 
a song of David our heavenly treasure 
thy avatar strength, Oh! the slayer’s fall.

Glory Glory Man. United.

Copyright (c) 06-04-2014 
Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah 


I rooted from your sacred orgasm

in the spirited fill of bread and wine.

It was my moment

and I lived it to the last

as if there was no tomorrow.

Yeah… It was one of those salad days

that caused memories of laughter

and makes you want to wish

for the sight of morning Zebra’s.

It was golden

to be in the house of the Lord.

Copyright (c) 24-02-2014

Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah



MICHAEL KWAKU KESSE SOMUAH GETS TOP MAGAZINE NOMINATION VOTE!! Thanks to Susan Jane Sims and Azadeh for nurturing me and always offering me guidance and support.  I am ever grateful

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I am guilty

‘Coz within my 20 and so journey of life’s Math’s

I’ve impregnated about 50,001 women

Whom I never sung the choruses

To spike their bodily temple

Yeah…I am guilty

For aborting fifty thousand and one image of a soul

Within my naked thought,

cankerworm mind and idolized eyes

that exposed my emotions to the curvy contours

and hips don’t lie of their wavering “bakuna”

I say I am guilty

Though no god of a man can judge me

Coz I speak in a language of riddles and proverbs

Of which men of the Babel tower

Cannot interpret to the senses of the ordinary mind


I am guilty

Guilty of masturbating behind the corridors

of a crippled age

where sin draws clouds

of masked shadows on my crooked path

Yeah.. I’ve betrayed God

by being a Judas of this earth

and a Jezebel who couldn’t condomize her libido

‘coz my eyes were the sight to their smeared breast at day

and “otofista” exposee of their turner beads

My eyes have sinned

to a sight my body neither fondled

nor my magnetic hands caressed

Yeah… my thought have led me prodigal

in an arrayed erotic foreplay, in my mind…

in my mind…  

in my mind

as I think of you.


Copyright © 15-09-2013

Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah

‘Tis this day

I lay my head upon your shoulder

I plead a cause of my bolder

And call the shades of my past to light


To this hour

I grieve no sour

For I was once prodigal

Lost in love and milky breast

For I acted naught

Whilst the mirror stamped reflexes

to the souls of the living


and today,

I have found joy in the currency of forgiveness

By the hearts that I cursed

And entwined in a hope

of an arm that bonds delight

and fond memories of a mother

whom I call home


Copyright © 18-08-2013

Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah


For whence my DNA is prosperity

and birthright a yoke of honey

who shouldest curse thy pot


For whence my wealth is dew

and sinew pillar is renewed

who shouldest cast the dark shadow


For whence my life is green

and on this meadow

the god of oblivion is no ally

who shouldest fight the rains


For whence I am weak and bleak

and lost in the soul of time,

who shouldest proclaim my sleep in the sight of God


This guest had no tastier snuff

to offer me hand to reach the high shelf

and as a humble sheep,

with no guided light of the shepherd,

I have learnt to bleat my own bleat

and chew the cud in my own discrete pent


So ask not of me to fetch you hope

from the gourd of which your hands could not enter.


I shall rise in your time

I shall rise in your reign

For the winds to echo my name in distant glories


Copyright © 11-06-2013

Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah