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Samuel Kwakye Poem
A little over five feet tall of a man, carrying a genius denied of many even with demand. Lionel Messi is his name. With words i can't even explain. But a little perseverance will push me through the lane. Football is his passion. Collapsing the walls of defenses-his vision. Quite perfect are his decisions. Leaving viewers with nothing but impressions. Unlike others he plays with no aggression, yet manages to shoot with precision. Indeed this Messi, plays with no mercy. On the turf he might seem to be less tough. Irrespective, he has a demeanor, that crowns him a winner. Less of a ladies man he is unlike his major contender. But amazing stuff he does with the ball will make you wonder. With tension and heat even under the weather, he moves the ball like no other. Indeed, this man is a complete genius.
Great vision he has in his brains. At times i wonder if it's even blood that flows in his veins. Or maybe perhaps, his blood has been drained, and better filled with that of a train, which quite explains his outstanding reign. As a little boy, he suffered from growth hormone deficiency. Nonetheless, non-comparable is his efficiency. Deep contrast lies within this man.
Tender and compassionate he is in person. Yet merciless and destructive he is in action. Until he's done with a career he will keep running, just like a diarrhea.
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Samuel Kwakye Poem
Long, long, long Oh how i long for
that day.
The day when we wake up to the
cry of a crow like there is no growth.
The day when we jump about round about
like there is nothing to think about.
The day when off-springs spring out not
with a cry but a smile.
When sickness will drown down the drain
and death will be dead.
Oh, how long will
you this day take!!!
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Samuel Kwakye Poem
The first time we spoke, i felt like i
was on coke, Yes you heard me, coke.
The warmth in her voice, was directly
opposite to noise. It was so calm and
sound i wished departing from her
will never be announced.
But then there was a denial, which could
probably remain for eternal.
So i thought to myself, ''why not
plot a delve''? A delve i plotted
but then regretted. Why?
Because i failed, twice i failed. For
i turned up but on each occasion turned
down.
I guess you wondering, ''who is the issue''? Exactly
the question i issued.It's about this mistress, unaware
she's causing me distress.
For days her image remained a forgery,
that stares me in the face like a mockery.
Making me sink into sorrow like there will be no tomorrow.
At this point, there is one thing i am left with, HOPE.
I will hope she copes. But i will cope with hope.
Till i see the mysteries of her uncovered, she will
lie in the corner of my bosom, with hope she
blossoms.
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Samuel Kwakye Poem
I grew my heart numb for years, shying away from peers.
Of course I've lived for my fears and with love it interferes.
So to protect my peace I chose to cease.
Cease to respond to warmth,
Cease to respond to love.
My heart kept climbing,
It kept calling,
Yet I left it falling.
Until I experienced your warmth, your sweetness;
Yes your fragrance got me informed.
Tearing down entrenched beliefs with such relief.
From then on my mind was made,
Causing old thoughts to fade.
I knew this was home, with no doubt whatsoever, I just knew.
So I'm here to stay only if I get a chance...
a chance to love and be loved,
a chance to long and be longed for.
A chance to prove that I mean this with all of me.
You mean a lot to me than these words could ever express.
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Samuel Kwakye Poem
The very moment I experienced her attitude, she lifted me to quite an altitude.
Her perfumed demeanor and composure, was to me an extreme exposure.
It all started with a gorgeous walk..then followed a talk.
Her dimpled smile walked it's way persuasively through me, leaving me helpless obviously in the hands of an empress.
Intoxicated by her interrogations I was, rendering me drunk to be frank.
"Who wouldn't wish for this fish to be an everlasting dish?"
I continue to reminisce, as I miss a Miss in a metaphoric mess.
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Samuel Kwakye Poem
In the right corner of the hall a girl sat,
looking just like the girl in my
heart.
Then i took a close and keen look,
she was as beautiful as my girl looks.
Hands on cheek and appearance as that
of meek.
As i kept observing, i noticed her mind
was set strictly on a book,
so she won't even take a look.
Oh how i wish she will look my direction,
so i could catch her attention.
For if looks were all that mattered,
i wouldn't mind trading her for what
to me matters - my girl
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Samuel Kwakye Poem
To live or not to live, to breathe or not to breathe,
confusing it might seem to be, but not to me.
I've had to live through thick and thin.
Making me look so sick and lean. A few
times perhaps being mean. For pain
used to be my meal, yes pain!!!
I consumed it each day.
So I don't want to live I often said.
Thinking death should be my portion instead. It was not
until i reached the crossroads, with a
decision to make for the right road.
Then a revelation dawned on me surprisingly at dawn.
There was a sudden insight, which left
me with a beautiful picture in sight. It
portrayed how this life we live must be lived, and how
certain things in life give relieve.
Like the air we breathe, the food
water and shelter we
need, coupled with beautiful sights and scenes.
Upon this realization I ask myself once more,
why not end it all?.. NO! For i will miss it all.
The serenity of a vicinity, the sight
and pleasure of a delicacy,
the deeply rooted instinct of love....just name it!
But then I'm faced with a choice--to live or not to
live?.....
Be my judge.
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Samuel Kwakye Poem
I keep pondering, i never stop wondering, I don't think I'll ever stop bothering. Just for one constant thought in my mind. I think we are a confused people. Trust me, we are. Look around you and analyze for a second. What is wrong with nature? Absolutely nothing! There's nothing wrong with nature, it has the coolest adventure. Yet we fail to venture. Venture the right directions. Do i blame it on low IQ's? No! Absolutely not. Man has the highest of it among living things. Do i blame it on ignorance? A big no! There are many things we do very
much know yet overlook and do otherwise. Then what is the problem? What is wrong with us, as a people, our minds and hearts. Are we losing it? Please understand my frustration and aggression. Maybe this will give you a clue of how i feel. Look around you. What is happening to our world? It's a place of wealth.Yet we lack a belch. Oh you doubt me? Begin gathering the food given by our very own soil, and you'll begin to 'boil'. 'Boil' in anger. Why? Because you'll gather surpassing quantities, and you'll wonder why people still starve. Starve to death i mean. It's mean. If only we cared a little more than we do now, if only we are concerned. But no! Nobody cares about the other. Just because they are not brother or mother. To them it's no bother. But realistically it is! This is my opinion, with yours it might not be in union. All i just need is a listening ear. I don't think we've lost the fight. I think we've lost sight of the fact that there is even a fight.
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