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Best Poems Written by Duodu Kwame Tweneboah

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Call Me Black Gold Or Handsome Devil

CALL ME THE BLACK GOLD OR THE HANDSOME DEVIL
How did you find me, my undeterred and awesomely daring love?
When I flew away into time years ago like a dove.
And you sat upon the cold rocks of a lonely seashore
Waiting to know what would become of my jaw.
I silently watched as you searched the nooks and crannies to find me.
In my authority I would have stayed ,
But in destiny’s hands this wish delayed.
The earth continued to swallow me into its belly,
Until I was finally turned into the black jelly.
Never thought I’d be so important,
That is why I kept so dormant.
It is not that I don’t know my worth,
But that you know it better than the rest.
I knew my back was covered when the sea took me in.
And I thought never again our eyes would be.
But you defied the dangers of the deep blue sea.
And wended your way to this place to see my face.
I have seen the sea swallow gigantic ships.
I have seen the piercing storm of the sea whip the mighty,
And the daunting teeth of the sharks slay the lousy.
But you defied all the odds and came through thick and thin for me.
You jumped the hostile roars of the tides to rescue me.
This time it is not because you love me.
But because you need me,
You cannot do without me,
That is why you’ve come for me.
But my form has changed now,
And I am very unpredictable
I was worth less the price of a barrel of water,
Ere I made Rockefeller the wealthiest.
But I can be as evil as Loki, ask the dumbest.
Call me the handsome devil,
I would be your mystery to unravel.
Now that you’ve found me, take good care of me.
Don’t hasten to join the oil party, because things can go nasty.
Ask the Netherlands how I infested the Orange with the Dutch disease.
Ask Angola how Cabinda wonders her body has been torn asunder after my rupture.
And Congo follows not long ago with sorrow as her economy hollows, though I’m better.
I have become the blood of your life.
I give power. I give wealth.
What more do you desire? Let me enquire.
You will do everything to get me.
See how the East Asian Tigers are doing well
Yet they search ingratiatingly for me.
Your world is in my hands
I am your beginning and your end.
I am your life, and you are nothing without me.
See the wars fought over me;
The gulf war, the two world wars find their roots in me.
I am the problem of the world today, and the solution the same way.
But don’t paint me all gloomy,
Sometimes I get seriously moody, ask the Himalayas.
I turned the peasant fisher folks of the Emirates into rich men,
Who can now boast of the Burj Khalifa and artificial palm islands. Whoever thought?
The US wields so much power and influence because I gave her.
Canada, Norway, Saudi Arabia and Libya acquired their wealth from me
Qatar and Brunei as though minnows are making the moolah.
Finding me is such a fortunate mistake,
But leaving me would be an unpardonable disservice.
Don’t be overjoyed into a hefty pandemonium now that you’ve found me.
Celebrate me with cautious optimism,
For I can be the crock of gold you find at the end of the rainbow,
Or the handsome devil you see at the back of your window.
Duodu Kwame Tweneboah

Copyright © Duodu Kwame Tweneboah | Year Posted 2015



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Tides Never Stay

Tides never stay

The sight of the beach is one that inspires thoughtfulness
A site of an ever surprising roaring calmness
And when the tides come ashore and ebb
It makes me wonder who is behind this life web
Suddenly I find myself here full of imaginations 

Life still continues to mystify me
Its mixture of illusion and reality
A clash of catastrophe and harmony
My own consciousness and my being
And the knowledge of what is and what is to be

In the mist of all this I am forever lost
Cuz my mathematics and science have fallen short
And my fathers and grandfathers are all gone 
But there is one thing I know for sure
That after the night will come the day
And when the tides come they never STAY

Kwame Duodu

Copyright © Duodu Kwame Tweneboah | Year Posted 2016

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Turning a Man

Turning A Man

Lying on my back and staring on the wall thrusts me deeper into ceaseless thoughts
Thoughts of yesterdays and tomorrows that keep striking me back and forth
Mixed memories of where I have come from but not the bleakest vision of what lies ahead
And many responsibilities on my head now that I have grown a beard
The society is looking up to me, and the world is at my feet to conquer

Sadly, the bliss of childhood is over. And the baton of our fathers they hover
And I too realize that growing up was a trap
 Cuz am stuck in this whole new world to unwrap
Now I know am a man, and the happy days as a child are only memories to relish
To play in the sand; bathed and be fed could only be a wish

I am on a new journey of my own, one that our fathers will soon disown
And when I look around I see nothing but Hope
An illusion that continues to say that I cannot fail
But suddenly I realize that I am the male 
And not to succeed to me is a big Nay


Kwame Tweneboah Duodu

Copyright © Duodu Kwame Tweneboah | Year Posted 2016


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