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Father,

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

 

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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

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http://poetsaloud.wordpress.com/2013/06/05/interview-with-poet-micheal-kweku-somuah/

My Interview on Poets Aloud after winning the Most Empowered Youth Poet in Canada


World Poetry Cafe-El Mundo Poesie Interview of Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah