to make this strong will not depart
Mr. President:
You preached so well today on TV like my youth Pastor
We need both your food and sermon
When we are energized enough
we can stay awake and walk along
the long talks without a yawn
I learned that
when you are there for others
you won’t stumble or toil.
Your memories like good seeds
will fall on their fertile soil
and water filled in their eyes’ banks
will be nourishment for our land
the moment those watery windows begin to rain
ONE OF A KIND
Everything we do
cheap talk will find employment
Don’t let your human imperfection
kill your beautiful spirit
The talkers will always talk
that’s their impression
Find courage and still walk,
the inner urge will filter the polluted airwaves
Every beautiful facial expression
I give
I won’t fool myself
It may not be accepted by all
I won’t let that deny me
From letting it be beautiful
Bitter or better,
I won’t let my shine stop
I belong to the top
Sometimes it feels like rain
because the more I wish for it to stop
the more, my eyes’ water are on top
Blessings drawn from lessons
I will never forget one thing
if I am privileged to own a hand
I will dare lend it out
and, in the absence of limbs
I have a heart
That is willing to atone for love’s seek
BEFORE NOW AND THEN
Before the blessings
came the lessons
Before the light
we embraced the lonely nights
Before the might
this inner being crawled through each fight
Behind this smile
came pushing the extra-mile
Before the lifeline
there once lived a scary deadline
Before Better
we tasted bitter
Never becomes forever
if we endure the fever
Sometimes no matter how sad
stirred emotions or feelings we had
To be glad
is to stay true to yourself!
DON’T JUDGE ME
Have you taken the pain?
to ask why I act so insane?
Do you know why I’ve been detained?
Can you tell what I gained?
Don’t judge me
Before you begin, walk with me in their shoes
Don’t even try to ask me whose
If you knew how I felt in the soles of my feet
you would call me home for treat
Don’t judge me
What happened to me could happen to you
You don’t look so far from the rue
Know the circumstances
before you cook the instances
because it’s true of the old adage
that “let not the pot call the kettle black”
Don’t judge me
Of course you could hand me a piece of advice
but don’t make plans to devise
because they might not suffice
Just revise
but don’t judge me
I CHOOSE
I choose to be happy
whether the day pulls a muscle or a miss
I will still walk my way through.
I’m fashioned inside with bliss
I choose to be me
Lonely or a nuptial companion
Daily battles
The deals feel real
Each designed moment
I am a surviving champion
I choose to embrace my hard
Our hard is different
but not more difficult] from others’
Maybe you wouldn’t be able carry mine
or I will breakdown with yours
What I know is there is no easy way out
but, I still choose to be happy
I choose to be happy
Approved or not
Loved or ignored
Wanting or waiting
I have found the right person
to make me happy
It is not you, it’s me
A WOMAN’S HEART
A woman’s heart is as deep as a well
Holding the deepest secrets; both bitter and sweet
It can withhold both tears and laughter to swell
but God created her specially to be able to stand the heat
A woman’s heart is as fragile as an egg
and must be handled with much care and love
Together with soothing songs and not a dirge
keep her as safe as a dove
A woman’s heart is as precious as gold
shining radiantly and glittering in the glow
Requires regular refining to prevent it from becoming old
She perseveres and will never let go
A woman’s heart is as sweet as honey
and cannot be bought with money
but with care, love, understanding and determination
So respect every woman in your own narration
REFLECTIONS
I guess I’m creating a positive image
because I don’t wish to see you in rage
especially in this age
even though I don’t earn a wage
It’s something I can’t easily envisage
but I didn’t believe in the reportage
I only relied on the sage of the lord
to create a new page
I went on a voyage
hoping I don’t end up with a savage
because I didn’t want to be ravaged
so I sought for patronage
I bet you I had the courage
but I ended up with the old adage
about birds in a cage
hovering around on a garbage
These are the reflections from way back
The future is bright and not dark
I know I have in store a pack
Let’s meet at the back
to replay the track
Sweet payback
MORE OF US
I see more
when my eyes rain
beyond their watery shores
Sometimes some nights
show us the light
to reveal our individual hidden might
and wakes us up in the middle of night
with a reason to smile
Sometimes we toss and fight
battles in our mid-sleep
wandering several miles
giving us fever
Nothing of value comes easy
nor will they last forever
Let it rain
I no longer feel the pain, anymore
When my eyes rain
beyond their watery shores
I no longer see me
I see US
Our spring rising; smiling
beyond our empty selves
soaked into our nuptial happy dew!
PUZZLE OF MYSTERY
I imagine how I came by this puzzle
It has totally left me with a dazzle
that I seem not to understand.
How then do I take a stand?
Help me solve this puzzle
because I can no longer bear the hustle
that comes with this maze
I can’t help but gaze
Why the twists and turns in this puzzle?
I have no choice but to go through the bustle
of this sudden mediocrity
which ends with insecurity
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Where will this puzzle end me?
Did I hear you say a castle?
Ha-ha, it won’t even reach an ox’s muzzle
so I better relax with a sparkle
IT’S DAY BREAK
It’s already morning
I’m not really mourning
and I’m not used to moaning
but the truth is dawning
It’s day break
The cock is crowing
Everyone is rolling
Work is calling; school is calling
Don’t be lobbying
It’s day break
The clock is ticking
so don’t be sinking
but be winking
at the future’s glittering
It’s day break
Life’s pages are flipping
I don’t want to be slipping
because it’s not about rushing
just a matter of waiting
It’s day break
HOLD ME
Something great happened
on this beautiful day:
I’m blessed with hands
to touch
feel reality and give much
All I want to do
Someday when my feet are too weak
to carry me along
don't leave me in the mid-way
Please, don’t let me go
[Remember my heart is human as yours]
Hold me
with your gentle hands
Whisper it to the air
Tell the ocean to meet the sky
to give me a steady rise
Look not at my face
before you wonder what you’ll gain
to wipe away my eyes’ pains
Your touch can’t be replaced.
All I need is someone
to tell me everything will be alright
I admire self-belief
I am no fool
to boast of a host of infinite inspiration
Hold me
I need you
Yes, YOU
Feel free,
Draw closer,
Hold me,
a bit tighter
like forever is now
Let your warmth
be the muse to inspire
my fond memories
Hold me
and let me fall asleep
again like a baby
Like the days
when I used to weep
without feeling the pain
ILLUSIONS
I never believed in accidents
until you appeared in my tent
took away my tears
and left me with no fears
I never believed in miracles
until you became part of my article
I had to consult the oracle
but I ended up in your receptacle
I never believed in dreams
until you ended up my theme
I knew you’ll be a part of my scheme
and the leader of my team
I never believed in fairy tales
until you told me love tales
Please stay with me as we sail
because I want to be hailed and not to fail
LIFE GOES ON
When love fails
I’ll try again
When seasons fade away
I will stay
When emotions sway
I’ll still be here
When memories hurt
I’ll feel no harm
I’ll heal by my tears
cleansed charm
When promises break
I’ll learn
I’ll try again
I will stay
I am still here
I’ll heal by tears
[through the cuts and hurts]
I’ll feel no harm
As I learn
My genes have metamorphosed
Someday Heaven will complete my tale!
DECEPTION
Everything you told me was in line
As if the rainbow fed on your shine
I believed we could build castles in the air
but you’re now back to the first square
I can’t actually fathom your reasons
You really made them match the seasons
Hmmmm! That’s weird creativity
because you almost had my sensitivity
Never imagined you would joke with my feelings
You’ve left me weeping and on the ground I’m kneeling
I wish I could throw you off my ceiling
but I don’t think I can go through the emotional healing
If only I could turn back the clock’s hands
I would be more careful before stepping into the sand
Pray you still meet me with the kindest reception
but remember you left me with an indelible deception
WANTS
I want to be rich
I won’t chase the pretty girls
I’ll chase away
all the greedy politicians of our day
I want to be a professor
I won’t be the-big-grammar type
I’ll be a student to my students
to learn more every day
If I were a child again
I won’t cry over what I didn’t have
I would have saved all my precious tears
to water all the withering flowers
I cherish what I hold now
because the more I want, the more I get
The more I get, the more I want
THE REASON
The reason I hold on
amidst a weary and a wrinkled palm
I believe
a travelling teardrop will fill me
to occupy the empty rooms
They may no longer
believe in us
Something inside me moves stronger
and makes me feel alive
and real again
The reason I hold on
fingers that pointed at us
may have already made up their mind
The only energy that may be left
is to walk away
Someday, my light will be bright
The voices may brag
My mortal flesh may also be tempted
to add a say
When I take a mental excursion
I won’t spend much energy for wandering
A mute button for my fallible ego
is enough nourishment for my soul
My veins feel chills and thrills too
My feelings are not numb
[just because I am calm]
This silence is not dumb
I may be broken
but there is a little piece still living
that gives me a million reasons
To keep moving on-and-on-and-on
I am the reason I hold on
I AM A STORY
I have a story to tell
I’m sure it will sell very well
and would also ring a bell
It can also cast a spell
A mystery to unravel
Hmmm! You can’t imagine what I’m about to reveal
It could sweep you off your feet
and make you show your teeth
A parable to interpret
This might sound crazy but I mean it
You’re left with the good, bad and ugly to separate
All you’ve got to do is to read it
A promise to fulfil
I can’t afford to break it
It will leave you with a thrill
that you can’t forget me
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for your support.
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Without YOU, I am no me!
Biography of Author:
Wilson Ayinbangya Amooro, known inte
rnationally as Wilson the Poet ‘Mandela’ , has won recognition for creating poetry that speaks deeply of the human experience. Drawing from his own experiences of life, love, faith, and loss, his work has garnered him praise from awarding bodies and the appreciation of his fans. He began writing in 2003 at the age of 14, when his first piece entitled "Mother's Love" won him the second runner up prize in a national competition organized by Nestle Ghana Limited. He continued to write poetry, and began gaining more exposure in 2013 when his work received acknowledgment by the United Nations via the International Organization for Migration (IOM). That year he was featured on Top Radio 103.1 in Accra, Ghana, and in the annual edition of Gong Gong Magazine. His poetry has been featured in the poetry anthology "Breaking Silence: Poetic Lifeline From Slavery to Love." His work can also be found in the Amazon-published anthology "Nelson Mandela Tributes," and he regularly video blogs performances of his works. Wilson is an active member of Poetry Foundation Ghana, and the Ghana-based People of Equal Thoughts and Spirit (P.O.E.T.S).
He is also a CosmiKids Ghana representative and Hunter School friend in New Hampshire USA. As a published poet and author, Wilson is launching a permaculture poetry contest with middle and upper school students. Hunter's School (P4) Pen Pal Project is a global youth collaborative celebrating children and nature. Bringing together schools and organizations from across the globe for sharing and learning. He and the Development Director of the Hunter School will be publishing a book of children’s poetry and photos of the experience.
Aside from writing poetry, Wilson is also passionate about astronomy. He founded Young Astronomers Ghana in 2010, which is still active today. As a profession, he is a practicing nurse. He also has a "Naming X" merit from organization Father’s Film U.K.
Wilson's philosophy of life and work can be summed up in a simple quote:
‘’The more I love, the more I grow; the more I grow, the more I love’’---Wilson ‘thePoet’ Mandela.
Wilson's artful way of crafting words from the raw materials of personal experience and emotion continues to win him fans. His poetry is a testament to his life, and also serves as a touchstone for all those who read and relate to his words.