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Spoken Word

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Currently I don't do Spoken Word Poetry but these are some of my favorites


1. Oblogo Concerto by Professor Atukwei Okai




2. X-Ray by Mutombo Da Poet


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3. Falling by Yom Nfojoh 






4. Before the Time of Bayonets by Prof Kofi Anyidoho





5. Ghana, Where I'm From  by Mutombo Da Poet




6. Just Another Black Boy by Mutombo Da Poet



7. Black Star Rising (In Memory of Luck Dube) by Mutombo Da Poet




8. Poetry Saved My Life by Mutombo Da Poet



9. My Old Home by Mutombo Da Poet



10. Sweet Memories by Mutombo Da Poet



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11. Mission Possible by Yom feat C-Real




12. If I Was a Top notch Poet by Linton Kwesi Johnson



 13. TamaraŹ¼s Opus by Joshua Bennett



14. Un Poco Loco by Amiri Baraka


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Executioner's Business

I have not come here
To put back together
The Guinea fowl egg
That was broken on Her Majesty's sandals.

I am an Executioner.
The why and the how matters not,
It's the Who.

Those who in malice
Destroy good food in fits of pettiness
Then turn to mock the distended bellies
Of hungry children
Shall know no peace.

But today,
It is not scoffing egg breakers that vex me.

It is,
Those who in silence watched
While the dirty deed was done,
Unconcerned about hungry mouths,
Then proceeded to,
on the miscreants
behalf, plead for mercy,
It is they who stir my bile.

So may I not be blamed
When in swinging my blade
I, accidentally, chop off the heads
Of wailers who stand too close to the guilty.

The Executioner's job is urgent business
I have no time for the niceties
Of giving, those who loiter, final warnings.

***** August 3, 2016*****


Bedtime Epiphany of a Pining Heart

Tonight,
I contemplated
On things that were and were not,
On why
Light retracts different, in your eyes,
Like rainbows randomly ricocheting
Off my intangible thoughts,
Spellbinding...

On why,
Words sound different, on your lips,
How you laugh,
How the sounds take a path,
Across infinite dreams,
Into all my incarnations,
Into all my iterations,
Into all...

Tonight,
I concluded
You are a figment
of my imagination,
You must be...

For
God is not so cruel
That he made a Heaven like you
Then condemned me
To the Hell of perpetual longing
Wanting, and never belonging...

*****September 14, 2016*****


The Vulture

In times of famine,
The Vulture does not eat grass.
When Leopards are lean
because antelopes nowhere to be seen
The Vulture sits and watches,
Waiting...

Those who mocked his baldness
Will do well to remember
None has seen the Vulture's corpse
And he is secure in the knowledge that none will.

So,
when it rains
And they mock him
For having no nest still,
He holds his peace,
Watching...
For the Vulture, he's a patient animal.

The Vulture is not vindictive,
Those who mocked will die,
Those who didn't will die,
It matters not.
For when carcasses lay ripe
The Vulture does not ask
If his feast was once friend or foe

*****February 1, 2016*****