Category: Poetic Embers

  • STORM CLOUDS

    STORM CLOUDS

     

    ominous omnibus clouds

    rumbling

    over each other

    whether watch weather

    eye to the sky or to the cellar

    while the gods decide

    do we dance in the rain

    wine in hand in gumboots

    with Bacchus

    or thunderbolts overhead

    do we drum to battle

    with Thor

  • EARTH WINTER

    Hoar frost and prairie branches

    sketched on a crisp winter sun

    sitting low on the noon day horizon

     

    Orange harmattan orb

    scattering forlorn Sahara dust

    over the Gulf of Guinea

  • ARE YOU OFFENDED BY MY MUSIC?

    Nana Amoako Agyeman presents his poem “Are You Offended by My Music?” during Ehalakasa Mega Fiesta 2010 on the Main Stage at Alliance Francaise Accra, backed up by United African Spirit, the Rooftop band of the African Rainbow Resort in Busua.

  • JUST A COUNTRY BOY

     

    Ehalakasa Mega Fiesta 2010 featured poetry and music on the Main Stage of Alliance Francaise Accra. Nana Amoako Agyeman presents his poem “Just a Country Boy”, accompanied by the Rooftop band from the African Rainbow Resort in Busua, United African Spirit.

  • WIND WHISPERS

    This morning I received messages from two friends who live in very different parts of the world, each expressing concern for loved ones who are going through difficult challenges. These messages were on my mind today as I walked along the banks of the South Saskatchewan River. This is the poem that resulted – it is for them, and for anyone else who may find inspiration from the nature in which we walk.

    WIND WHISPERS

    Wind whispers the truths
    of a thousand shimmering leaves
    and a thousand blades of grass
    Whispers through deep sleep
    when our mind has wandered
    Moments in eternity

    Wind whispers our loves
    through scent of wolf willow
    and sweet essence of wild rose
    Whispers to lost minds
    the directions to turn
    Spirit’s compass for life’s travellers

  • I WEAR MY AFRICAN COLOURS

    I WEAR MY AFRICAN COLOURS

    don’t be blinded
    by your sight
    I wear my African colours
    on the inside

    hear the colour
    of my words
    the shade of my heartbeat
    as red laterite courses through my veins
    as my white palm wine is poured
    for our ancestors

    smell the colour
    of my sweat
    as I join you to toil in the fields
    of today’s needs
    of tomorrow’s promises

    feel the colour
    of my hand
    as I offer it in welcome
    your clan joining
    my clan
    in community

    come
    join my rainbow
    let it band us
    together
    one bright spectrum
    of colour
    the colour
    of humanity

  • THE WRITING MOOD

    The writing mood

    comes from time to time

    Spirit directs the pen

    to the paper

    says you should write about the

    sun/rise/set/shine

    or

    something else

    unrelated

    and pen complies

    how many topics are there that require intense

    scrutinizing?

    analysing?

    elucidating?

    Go ahead

    Pick one

    any one

    one that catches your

    fancy

    and then

    WRITE

    Go ahead

    I dare you

    Because you are a

    natural

    you have the power to

    amaze

    to amuse

    you have the capacity to

    razzle

    to dazzle

    you have the ability to

    berate

    to create

    your power is in your pen

    pencil

    keyboard

    notebook

    scap of paper

    write

    just write

    write anything

    not nothing

    cause nothing is not writing

    and writing is something

    and something is power

    and you have the power

    so WRITE

  • MORNING SKY

    Sunrise over the Gulf of Guinea, Busua

    Much can be hidden behind words. The Universe speaks directly to us with honesty. We only hear it if we live each day as it comes, always open to its gift, and prepared to treasure the feeling that accompanies it.

    Sun lights up light clouds, leaving others dark
    At times, Universe highlights the light clouds even though the dark ones are in the forefront of our attention
    Light and dark – difficult to separate and must be taken as one