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Poem List

 this page lists of all my poems on this blog in the order they were posted

1.   Sinners and Saints 

2.   Our Brother Was an Idiot
3.   I Refuse to be Ignored
4.   The Palm Wine Seller's Daughter
5.   Give Me Meat
6.   The Poem I Didn't Write
7.   The End Time Church
8.   Turbulent Waters
9.   The 7 O' Clock News
10. A Letter To Kwasi Adu
11. I Came to See You Shine
12. War In Kenya
13. Changing Seasons
14. Night Watchman
15. Spintex Road Trotro Ride
16. Big-Man-In-Waiting
17. The African Dinosaurs
18. Poetry and I
19. Rattling Music of Guns
20. The World Is Not Enough
21. What We Are
22. Some Things
23. Who Is To Say
24. Ashes for Gold Dust
25. One and Thirty Pieces of Silver
26. The Icarus Flight
27. A Smile 
28. My Life, a Melting Icream Cream 
29. Waiting at the Gaza Gate
30. I've Seen The Future
31. There Will be a Sad Song
32. Judas History
33. When A Man Feels
34. Cosmic Pandering 
35. Who Is Responsible
36. Look Down Doctor King
37. Fade Glory
38. Little Boat 
39. Soceital Norm
40. A Thousand Setting Suns by Etornam Kassah
41. A Place Called Home 
42. My Museum of Feeling
43. The Prayer of Earthbound Men
44. Afeke (by Atta-Atta Brown)
45. She Is Not You
46. Land of Rich Resources
47. Jaded
48. Do You Note
49. The Coming of Age
50. In Nomine Dei
51. Middle Sex by Nana Fredua-Agyeman
52. Love Un-exorcised
53. A Lesson on Wars
54. Ruins and Regrets
55. The Making of a Doctor
56. Anokye Contra Yehoshua - by Martin Egblewogbe
57. Homesick
58. Morning People
59. Crimson Rainbow
60. Awoonor: Lost in Limbo
61. Nufiala
62. Mocking Rains
63. Scarred Goddess
64. Kamikaze Heart
65. Aylan
66. Legion
67. At Peace
68. On Democracy
69. Jigsaw Hearts
70. Celebrating Africa with AfroBloggers
71. The Sinner's Prayer by @poetra_asantewa
72. Coffee Shop
73. The Vulture
74. Pajamas Pockets
75. Colourless God
76. Sunday School Boy
77. Today I Laughed
78. Shaming the Family Name
79. The World Outside Mine by @quasiadu
80. The Moon, In spite of Rumors
81. Bloody Fingers
82. Sheep
83. Untold Stories
84. High Octane Love
85. Executioner's Business
86. A Life Cut in Marble
87. Home, Not
88. Bedtime Epiphany of a Pining Heart
89. Post Black Exodus Earth
90. Bambara Beans
91. Proof of Life
92. Phases of the Moon
93. God is My Barber
94. As It Is in Heaven
95. Clockwork, My Mind
96. Finding God
97. Living the Dream
98. Terms and Conditions
99. Mother's Magic
100. Priorities of Early Birds
101. Hoping
102. Dreams Deferred
103. Introspection
104. They Don't Teach us how to Grieve

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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...😂😂😂

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*****

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,