The Last Call

The pain is not in regretting  
On missed opportunities had 
No good crying over spilt milk 

The pain is in reminiscing 
On old memories we had 
A sunny day, a better day, a funny day

I see all the young faces getting older
Singles becoming doubles 
With plus 1 or 2 on the family tree 

It is like the last sip from the glass 
Staring long before taken, for prosperity 
Bottoms up, just to get up and walk on by

Life is a series of films
With you as the main actor, character
Always constant in the script you live by

Let tomorrow
Hold us in good standing
As today did in memories we have

We made it this far
Butterflies with wings
In against the gale force

See you when we get there
If we are lucky to, in this life time
The winds blow down south

If not, then in another to come
Be the stranger I walked up to
By the road side in passing

And with just a smile
We became instant friends
A connection as old as time

#life #love
#friendship
#inlovingmemory

Your face is a picture
Tattooed on my frontal lobe
Like a projected hieroglyphics inscribed

I see you each and everyday
Whenever I think of you
A replayed scene on repeat play

The pain is a  joy of memories we sit on lament
T' we get high on to hallucinate seeing stars
And time lords over all, nothing else matter 

Faustina Addae, a missing name

How do any of us ever make it to see tomorrow 
When the rose cottage seems so close by 
Why do I hear funeral bells, they ring loud in my ears 
In my backyard, with familiar names 

Like a roll call of the living and each time  
A name goes missing on the list inscribed  
I just found a hole in my back yard again 
Stepped close and looked inside shadow-less grave 

It laid empty, empty but prepared for burial 
Tomorrow I know it would be covered 
And another name would go missing 
From the list of the living 

The shadow-less man calls out  
The shadow-less man calls out 
The shadow-less man calls out 

A voice in a room, goes missing, vanishes 
Leaving echoes of her voice behind 
An old friend, kicked the bucket this day
It made a loud sound, and woke the neighbors 

When I got there, there was no one present 
Just the bucket and the sound it made 
How do any of us ever make it to see tomorrow 
When the rose cottage seems so close by and calling 

Why do I hear funeral bells, they ring loud in my ears 
In my backyard with familiar names calling 
A name goes missing yet again on the list of the living 
Faustina Addae would not respond to her name, calling out 

The girl with the loudest voice of joyful living 
Has gone silent in a crowded room 
She joined the names that went missing from the living 
Faustina Addae, will not respond to her call 

Now a missing name among the living  
Faustina, Foustina, Faustina Addae 
Now a missing name among the living 
Rest in peace dear friend, Faustina, rest in peace 

KSJI Auxiliary NO554 

I will, I will, I will

I will sing all those beautiful songs 
That you love to hear 
I will, I will, babe I will 

I will catch you when you fall 
From heights above 
I will, I will, babe I will 

And I will roll my sleeves up 
And get dirty with clay molding  
I will, I will, babe I will 

I will climb the height-est mountain 
And come down with a rock from its peak 
I will, I will, babe I will 

For you anything I will  
I will, I will, I will 
Babe I will 

This is is your sculpture 
Let me be your Leonardo Da vinci 
I will, I will, babe I will 

I will mold the perfect love life for you 
Just say how you want it to be done 
I will, I will, babe I will  

I will sing all those beautiful songs 
That you love to hear 
I will, I will, babe I will 

The beam of the lighthouse

On the hills of carpeted lands 
Sprinkle spread as far the eye can see 

Dandelions claim this land as their own 
Bright and yellow like victory songs loud 

On the hills of carpeted lands 
At an advantage for the observers' watch 

Lighthouse stands like flag post to spot 
Beaming light for sailors' rescue 

On the hills of carpeted lands 
Structured built as a mighty house 

To give the light a backbone of rock to stand on 
Grand and symbolic to journeys' end 

On the hills of carpeted lands 
Wild as weed, voyagers travel out to sea 

Seeking route to adventures' fortune 
And assigned gift of promises of faithfulness 

On the hills of carpeted lands 
A pact is made, a happiness awarded

A symbolic medallion for travelers comfort 
That the home of hearts will wait for love 

On the hills of carpeted lands 
Spring would beam bright the essence of dandelions 

Picture by: Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth 

The Birthday Wish List

The birthday wish list 
Candle by numbers, do not mention 

Just one as a figure would do 
No point counting all that 

What do you give to a person 
That wants none, none to ask for 

None at all in material need 
As value not needed,on bequest 

What do you do to show an appreciation 
To celebrate the life of a human angel 

Most would weld a string 
As whip to proclaim their strong hold  

But in life there are classy walking angels too 
Mothering the masses in want of harmony 

That teach with radiant character on deeds 
As an inspiration for others to follow 

What do you give to a person 
That wants none, none to ask for 

But a beautiful smile, none to ask for 
None to ask for, but the harmony of her flock 

We searched hard to find the gift 
Most with value to sum your essence 

We ended up with words to say 
For all that you are, you are appreciated 

And we hold your legacy as built 
Being built, as seeds of characters to have 

What do you give, as gift with more in value
Than material gifts, cheap on currency 

A life time of appreciation as an inspiration 
You are appreciated, for all that you are.. 

No counting of candles on cakes 
We are only here to make wishes 

Don't you know it is rude to
Ask a fine lady her age.....

I am not an age count 
I am retro! from the time of the analog 

Written on request by: Yayra Deynoo
As a birthday present for: Mary Abla Apaloo Kessie

A hundred birds on a tree

When I started life I started well   
Somewhere on a tree I knew a hundred doves  

Each season, one flies and others follow 
Sometimes, sometimes they come back 

But most times, each season 
When they fly off, not as many return 

I started with a hundred doves 
Stood, on my favored tree

One named, Peter, Julie, Sarah  
And Paul was another with a name in line 

When I started life I started well 
Somewhere on a tree  I knew a hundred doves 

Each season I lose one or two or three 
Sometimes more, at a go 

Last I counted, I was down in figures 
On single digits, my tree looks empty 

Most of my doves have long flown off 
And each season I keep losing more 

Hoping to reverse this extinct fear 
Each year I lose more and more 

The weather, has changed 
The earth is with thirst, harsh the sun  

A hundred friends and love I have lost  
Each year I lose some more... 

Pure Love

Love is a shared pact 

Where we render our hearts full 

To say love is pure 

Message in a bottle

Eat, walk, work and play 
Sleep, wake, wash and pray 


Sleep, dream, form characters to relate 
And let me be present in your dreams 


Run, dance, swim, and jump 
Slip, slide into pools and lets get wet together 


Shop, wash, drive and see friends 
Side by side and let me be by your side 


For time is precious, so short, on value to have 
And us to please, we please, our time to be 


Send me a flower and say you love me 
And even in your absent, lets us be so close together 


Eat, walk, sleep and pray 
And to be by your side I will always be 


If you get this message in the bottle, I sent 
Then you know, I will always be by your side 


So sleep, wake, wash and pray 
And know I love you, I will always love you 

Rolling Stone

Life is a rolling stone, in motion pictures 
Emotions harsh-tag, on attention seeking  


Time capsules with memory banks  
Milestone stages to gate crush, with ambition   


Decades as cue for change in characters played  
To out grow and be embarrassed about skeletons in closet 


Love and friendship is a complicated spanner of infatuation   
And need, thrown right in, in the way of  rolling stones   


Loneliness is a disease we try to avoid, best to avoid 
But sometimes we rather for piece of mind 


Yet as luck will have it, and humanity is conditioned  
Loneliness, seriously is a diseases best avoided 


We laugh, we cry, humour we call Irony and then rose cottages 
We are all tasked to live a life, rolling on, until we hit a stop 


Did I miss anything, anything to ponder 
Oh well, just rolling on by, as a rolling stone 

Having a warm soup

We all meet up in the middle sometimes 
When the seasons are right 
We all brush off the mud on our boots 
On the doormat, that spells out welcome home 


Walking out of the cold into the warmth 
An empty chair seats idle  
With our names imprinted on, reserved  for
Like a movie director's chair with comfort 


Here take your coat off 
Here have a seat, here a warm soup 
Or coco, have some bread to fill you up 
And do tell us stories of adventure 


And trepidations, dragons you have slayed 
 At some point, I feared I wouldn't make it 
Nightmare rings awakening, like alarm clocks 
To my sleep awake and I sweat the demons out  


Words do, belittle experience to talk of 
But hold on, it is a lie what was spelt out  
In the beginning so bold, like prophecy 
And infested with assurance that mild  


We do not all meet in the middle sometimes 
When the seasons are right 
Some never made it back and empty seats 
Remain around tables in advent 


An old friend passed away 
He will not be here this year 
An old friend changed alliance, false start   
He now stands at the front line with the enemy 


An old friend lost his map 
He sits in the cold in street corners begging 
Without direction on course to take  
The magnet in his compass is without life 


So I hold back my speech of travesty 
And look into the hamper bag I carry  
To bring out presents of merry, I carry more of those 
Don't be fooled by t' size of t' bag, it is like the Tardis   


The most valuable of all, is to have made it here 
In the middle sometimes, when seasons are right 
To brush off the dirty on our boots, on welcome mats 
Hang our coats and have a warm soup 


NB: If you saw the baby in the picture above 
you have good eyes and Merry Christmas 

Taking stands

Is it, far from me to say, what it is to say 
Am I not to hold, my own to assert 
When the need arise, to establish contentions  


And voice displeasure, on conditions 
Would you not want to know 
And in that sense, that way 


Avoid recourse of discourse  
Where broken vases can  never truly 
Be put together again, on mantelpiece 


It would fool no eye 
Not even that of the blind 
It would fool no eye 


Who would pretence be to please 
Desolate with sieving  anger, insanity of enragement 
Wretchedness of truth with identity 


Left hollow to discard wet currency 
Who would pretence be to please 
Holding wet currency to trade 


Tell me, it is far for me to say 
What it is to say
It is far me to say 

Worded Definition

What is words, acts and actions  
What is  seen in emotions, feeling 
What is seen of tags on graffiti walls    


What is said, sang, and heard  
What is it, that stays on one's mind  
In thoughts and wants and desire too   


What is it, that makes you human   
To want to see tomorrow, daylight tomorrow   
What will you miss, in hold of treasure 


Who will know you are gone and no more  
What is life in meaning in standing 
What will your summary be  in thoughts 


What is your worth , in meaning
To another in love or hate   
In being you, just being you  


No pretence on acts and answers  
Sat in confession booth  
With amnesty's pardon 


Who holds the door, and stands so firm  
With faith in you, to wait for you  
Long enough for passage  pass 


What is the value of your words   
Deeds and actions, in situ   
Who are you to be, being defined  

Friendship

I will hand you a leaf,  

An olive leaf I picked myself   

With scribbled message, friend oh friend 

Stranger's Knock

When a friend comes to my humble abode  
We celebrate with open arms  
To appreciate the love they bring  


When a friend comes knocking  
Darkness is  without shadows   
My door way lights bright   


And you will be greeted with open arms   
To gladly share, my sugar with, stories with  
Of what in script of your journey I have missed  


When a friend leaves to voyage on journey  
Half the moon goes with her   
Like a half locket we shared   


His and hers until we meet again   
To unify the bond we have   
And her presence, brightens my door ways always  

The Phone Call

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Distance separates lovers and friends
Journey of destiny and of strive
One of tacit, for the silent speaker


While exploration 
Brings as joy of enlightenment
New discovery and awaking


Cold the heart goes when thoughts of love ones 
Not seen, not heard from,  
For a while comes to mind


On the starving feel of emotions need
Like a draught invasion on fertile land, 
Quietly the heart cries for completeness find


Then a phone call out of the blue
Heard like ghost voice  
Shock at first prompt it brings


Instance excitements 
With joy to be had
Oh my darling I have missed you so

The Cycle Of Friendship (Part 3/3)

As an adult I had a lot of acquaintance 
And made few friends 

Ignorant is lost when survival 
Turns green leaves brown 

And the signs of intentions 
Glow from acts that follows camouflage deeds, 
If only on quick hands, wishing we don't see
Desperation erodes the principles of man

Grey becomes of characters seen

Torn between acts of friendship and betrayal

A few lessons learnt, in knowing how to read signs
Picking cantaloupe "muskmelon" with a tap

As an adult, I had a lot of acquaintance

And saw many a crocodile smiles

With few true friends made 
In the cycle of friendship 

Friend Oh Friend

Friend oh, friend; you know, some people
Some people, are known a life time long
Some come and go, and lost to memory
Some stay to love, tickle and care they do


You see, some people
Some love to be loved, have to be loved
But none to give, in short-change  greed
Those I call my "favour friends" always in after gains


Some people I know, some people
Break all boundaries with breeze
And in an instant, life long friends, to have become 
Oh friend, oh brother, to walk shoulder to shoulder 


Some people, you know some people
 Never make it past acquittance 
We laugh and joke we share a path
But never the same, as bonds to be had


Some people , Oh, some people
Are just eluded by empathy  
Always just a step short away
Always, lost on intent did


Some people 
Are known a life time long
Some I keep a watchful eye on
Slippery things they are


Some are just mellow, some people
Breaking all boundaries, beautiful people
To show their care a' want for none in gains

Those are the  friends I love to have
I will build bridges to where you stand
To you some people, just to you

The Old Dogs

Old dogs are still friends....
Tricks are hard to come by these days....
The bones, somehow feels weak and frail....
Tail movements slow....
.. ..

Hints of grey in  furs ....

He walks slowly absorbed in pain....

If sticks were allowed he did....

Be leaning on one by now....

.. ..

But that was one trick, he never learnt to master ....

A parrot on the roof top, A big loud mouth, 
Shouts out loud to tease ....

'You can’t teach him new tricks, ....

His gone too far gone for that now'
In repeated sentences like a broke record....

.. ..

He lifts his head up at strangers....

By the doorway, fidget(ing) ....

Slowly he goes down again....

"What is the point....

My vocal cords wouldn't even give fright....

Dentures in my mouth may fall off ....

If am not careful ....

I am just too old to guard this house"....

.. ..

But always has a pride of place ....

Under the old man’s chair....

Together in affinity they walked the fields of parks  ....

Together they have a bond,....

That will take them to their grave....

.. ..

Let the old Chap ....

Be the one with the stick....

With his smoky  old English grey coat and hut ....

To match, in mention ....

I will just be by his side, sidekick  

His old  and loyal friend,  as friends for life  ....


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Long Time No See (Cross Roads)

 

Long time, no see, no see  
Seeing you 
Like a ghost from past memories  
Unaware, till I see you  
How far, long, fast time flies  

Time gone by in memory 
When we shared a pact 
Secret handshakes  
Always together  
The show stoppers 
Playing to the gallery gallantry 

When did we fade into shadows  
Away from each others lives 
Small talk, now being made  
“Last I heard you went
travelling the world”

We use to talk for hours 
Now awkwardness gathers in the clouds 
Taking  precedence holding hostage 
And silence, takes centre stage 
After a few words said 

We have grown apart  
Drifting strangers, on voyage  
We have become in formation 

"See you around, see you soon"
As a ghostly haunt, echoing from the past
Knowing  very well, we would
Probable never, again cross paths

Our parallel worlds crossed
And  we caught a glance of each other 
At this juncture, pass this junction
Again we go our separate ways again

No longer reminiscing
Of the good old days
Replaced by the awkward silence
Of our last meet up that awkward

It has all changed now, forgotten codes 
Now, we are just ghostly strangers
Who's paths once crossed
On the journey of life