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Bats at 37

When bats at 37 take to flight, At a quarter past four Or, whatever time Accra heralds the night,

When bats at 37 take to flight, For me, there's not a more beautiful sight Of creatures, imagined or real, That lay claim to these glorious skies.

When bats at 37 take to flight, With fevered screeches that punctuate the night When by sheer numbers they darken the skies And, below, people of a superstitious disposition Can not be bothered, I am reminded that, Given enough time all things cease to be strange.

When bats at 37 take to flight, Devoid of vibrant plumes unlike most things that fly, Rising like Legion and the hordes of hell, In defiance of extermination attempts, Above the Hospital in elusive figurativeness, Haphazardly, in sync, over constipated traffic There is not a doubt who owns the peppered night.

When bats at 37 take to flight;

They Don't Teach us how to Grieve

They don't teach young men How to grieve.

Be a man, Stand strong, Men don't cry, They say.
That's how we are made.
Somewhere, There's a conveyor belt Constantly chucking out Boys, with pent-up toxic emotions, Shoulders hunched under the weight of society's expectations.
There's a piece of wood in my mouth I bite hard on it praying I don't black out As I saw off another weakness I saw in the mirror.
Something about Better to enter the Kingdom With one arm...
I don't know...
A brother died today,


Beneath this mask,
a world of
Warped realities.

Old Sins
Now Black holes
Pull hard
on my days.

I've been
With my thoughts
Far too long

Introspection is exhausting...

Introspection is exhausting... — Yung Likes (@elidot) August 25, 2017

Dreams Deferred

I'm sore, from
Climbing against
The gradient of
My desires.

Dreams deferred
for a reality
forged by a society
lacking imagination.

I ache,
I need somewhere to place my tired.

*****July 31, 2017*****

I need somewhere to place my tired — A (@poetra_asantewa) July 31, 2017


The gates to your heart
Have grown small
From years of pain
And betrayal.

I stand behind them
And hand you a piece of me

That on the other side
You are putting me together
Beside you

Feeding the tasty morsels of me
To the beast
That pain conjured
To protect you
from the likes of me.

*****July 4, 2017*****

Priorities of Early Birds

It is not because
Mother Hen did not see the sunrise
That she chose to
Begin the day in silence

But there are things to do,
Chicks to feed,
Fat worms, waiting, to be eaten,
Rice, from yesterday's supper,
spilled by messy children
That hasn't been swept yet;
Unwanted suitors to run from.

It is the Cock who gets excited
About mundane certainties,
Like the sun.
It will rise again, tomorrow.

Mother Hen
Can not be bothered
About the sun,
which can not be eaten,
When she knows not
If, come break of dawn,
messy children will spill rice, again.

*****June 25, 2017*****

Mother's Magic

The pillars of creation
are held in place by
the potency
of my Mother's magic.

of old
Lost to man
reside in her bosom.

Father says
A love recipe hangs down my mother's neck.

*****November 15, 2016*****

A love recipe hangs down my mother's neck — A (@poetra_asantewa) November 14, 2016

Terms and Conditions

They say,
The best things in life
are free.

I've mortgaged my dreams
and bought
Life's realities

The best things,
They'll finally be mine...

*****May 11, 2017*****

Living the Dream

I'm selling false dreams
And getting high  On my own supply. 
A wave  Of delusion  Of self-grandeur hits me; 
I know  I'm living the dream...

*****May 10, 2017*****

Finding God

The inexplicable
Is proof there's a God.

This, for me,
Is where doubt began.
For if we know today
More than we did yesterday
Then, God is
a constantly contracting chamber of ignorance.

Now if it is so
And God is the Lord of gaps
Then men of religion
May be forgiven
For their unrelenting battle
Against knowledge;
The God Killer.

But if God is
the beginning of wisdom
And his people perish
For lack of knowledge
And if we know today
More than we did yesterday

Then it stands to reason
That the God to believe in
Is an ever-expanding explosion of knowledge.

I have no faith
In the God of gaps
For God must be Omniscient
And ignorance is not
This, for me, is where doubt ends.

*****April 22, 2017*****

Clockwork, My Mind

My mind is
An active machine
Constantly Churning out ideas.

I have looked in,
Seen clockwork and gears,

It's loud in there.

All you want is
To live outside your head.

*****April 20, 2017*****

To live outside your head — A (@poetra_asantewa) April 20, 2017
Efo Dela added,

As It Is in Heaven

Those who have no money
Given the choice,
They'd choose conscience not cash.

Those who do
Know that,
Cash is the only conscience
Worth having.

I am just trying to,
While on Earth,
Live as it is in Heaven

So that
When the Preacher says,
"Blessed are the poor, for,
They shall inherit the Kingdom of God"
I'm not left wondering,
"When this Omniscient God dies
And when his will is contested
By the dogma of his Holy Church
Will I still be in line
For a share of the Inheritance?"

I, like, the Prodigal Son,
Will take my inheritance, now,
Live as it is in Heaven,
While God and I both live

like him,
When I've lived a life of debauchery
Come back in repentance
For another taste of his Heavenly Kingdom.

*****April 19, 2017*****

God is My Barber

The sickness that made the Vulture bald
would have killed the Crow.

It is because
the gods are petty
and would not be questioned
about who they show favor to,
That Crows live to,
Squawk hysterically
At Vultures' misfortune.

We have come to understand, that,
when a petty god is your barber,
Crows, who can't afford a razor,
with their benevolent destinies,
will punctuate our precious peace
with their shameless snickering.

the Vulture
pays any mind
wages a war of words
with mockers and scoffers;
for the cure for baldness
is not found in the laughter of Crows...

*****April 4, 2017*****
My Second poem about Vultures. I really need to stop this...😂😂😂

Hell Bound

I do not seek tranquility
Or redemption
for sins of
commission or omission.

This world is hell,
And it's not my place to douse out the fires....


Phases of the Moon

I want to,
Watch this crescent moon  Go through its phases 
Waxing,  Like the feelings  I have for you... 
Waning,  Like my chances  Of being with you...

I want to,
Pluck this moon  From the heavens Then,  Fix it in your  Dark, dark,  Cotton candy hair 
Beautiful things belong together.

*****November 4, 2016*****

Proof of Life

It is how I know
I'm alive.

I was never more alive
Than when I was with you.

*****December 8, 2016*****