Poems

My great Pen

  • Akewi Agbaye Akekoo Akoka
    March 1 at 9:12pm ·
    Even when my hands are too weak to write, my mind unrest with worries, my head a lot to carry and my shoulder some burdens to bear, my Pen refused to stop, and on it goes to a #PoeticWednesday

LEARNERS’ PEN
I began like a stick
Without much to tick
Until I started to think
I never knew I could be this thick
I am a pen
Not just an ordinary pen
But Learners’ I am a pen
All those eyes
As frozen as an ice
Saw my fingers so wise
Melt with such smiles
That only joy could rise
I am a pen
Not just an ordinary pen
But Learners’ l am a pen
It was going to be a war tomorrow
And everyone a sword would buy or borrow
But my ink along as I burrow
Burying it even before its birth, the sorrow
I am a pen
Not just an ordinary pen
But Learners’ I am a pen
Perhaps, you know me not
I tie the weak a strong knot
And build the great a downfall naught
The least battle I never faught
Yet, all my enemies generals are cooly caught
I am a pen
Not just an ordinary pen
But Learners’ I am a pen
Some are so poisonous
Some are so promiscuous
Some are sorrowful
Some are scornful
I am peaceful
And my ink is powerful
My moves are meaningful
And my legs are wonderful
My being grateful
Is in handful
Join me, let’s be thankful
And be joyful
Learners’ pen is ink tankful
I am a pen
Not just an ordinary pen
But Learners’ I am a pen
from: LEARNERS’ PEN, 3, Jumada al Thanni, 1438 (01/03/17)

Ughshh

  • Akewi Agbaye Akekoo AkokaUhgshhhSo ugly
    This beautiful lad
    Very fertile
    This barren land
    Naughty, naughty
    You are cool headedly mad

    My car is on the hanger
    I came by air in boat
    After destroying my plane in anger
    Am left on land and water both
    My legs do not like to stagger
    Though, stupidly I am mad

    I am awake
    From my sleepless thought
    Who here can rake
    All I have been taught
    By my habit lake?
    You think, I am really mad

    What sense got you above
    Nonsense jammed together
    By a man with madness in love
    Not yet at the point altogether
    But may very soon evolve
    Please, warn him against hard drug, harder

    Mad ones are bad
    Addicts are worse
    Madness may get a cure
    Addiction is hardly cured
    Smoking is dangerous, sure
    Smokers are liable to die young, lad

    This drug is hard
    It will only get you weak
    Your beautiful skin goes ughshh
    Your sharp memory gets dull
    You ughshh and ughshh and ughshh
    Until you get to a point marked “mad”

    #LEARNERSPEN @ #poeticwednesday
    8th Rajab, 1438 (13/4/17)

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i am a leaners poet. i  am a thinker, naturally creative in my own way. i love my making friends with creative minds, i love meeting people who can thinking naturally like they are psychologists, philosophers. i dont allow anyone or anything to control my life, nothing.  if you are one like me, then we should become great friends, otherwise, we should just respect our different views and care for our differences.

you can always call me LEARNERS.

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