Kyeremeh Winston
cool, Libra man, and a son of Mars, ruled by Venus and Saturn 🪐
Member Since: 1 year ago
HEROES OF THE NIGHT
:We are the menace of the night Which you can never see without light When the night falls And drowsily your nest forth calls When to the summer and winterland Dreams take you without your demand And we have several times knocked But on us your doors boldly secured and locked Vengeance become ours Finally sneaking in after hours And where is the peace? To put any of our hosts on ease? Your gun will not do Your cudgel and machete can not too So we sing Then we bite and sting The peace we take Wi...
KILL ME AND FLY
:Mine heart rip apart Not now or another time But every moment And when thou wish Mine life kick into a start Back forth into mine prime As far as I can be content Thy wishes never diminish I further suggest thou keepeth mine heart A heart once great but now sublime For often times; Have I lost it even in accident But unto thy wish I place it on a dish: #poetry
WHEN IN LOVE
Friends and enemies I shewed the door Never to my hut frequent anymore Then I became jealous Of everything and her own kindred; envious For once; Mom told me to be serious But for long that made me very furious Dad did his part Sneering but silent as the cat I was on top of the world Icarus; closer to the Sun I have fled When I woke up suddenly I have been in love madly TITLE: WHEN IN LOVE #poetry
WATERS OF AFRICA
And every dew that falls on the blessed land An ancient blessing undisputed Every river and pool and pond Their various ethnicity enfolds And perfectly defines Around and through every home Their waters have themselves streamed Waters mighty! And falls so historical Waters so pure! Gleaned and natural; Africa Where the mighty Sea has its own tales Tales untold and ephemeral As the cane stripes of the tiger Of deadly voyages Torture and dehumanization of their ancestors Beneath the belly of the S...
#NircleSuperThanks
Nircle makes me feel! My ideas Hatched from the Divine ovum of nature My visions with revelations Regulated by the tides of the Moon Nircle has beautified within her circle Nircle makes me feel! Before birth my dream was to write After birth to use poems and figures With allegories and lyrics and strain One to enlighten; the other to illuminate Nircle has made it a reality Nircle makes me feel My voice across the sky Over the wide Sea and sleeping oceans From the breasts of Africa Yes; I can ...
SABBATH HOLIDAYS
The Sabbath is over Our time and moment and days From our thick shells we loose cover Loving the Sun rays We gossip and bacbite and bite After the periods of worship Let's be brave in desecrating every holy site Let's prank fixing falsehood in every courtship Our works we have scheduled for the dark Mindless of midnight freaks and nightmares We shall plan everything lying back Also without use to sooth any of our cares On the churchyard benches There comes another and another Sabbath Let's bast...
DO YOU KNOW THE MASTER???
For eminence and potency Ephemeral marks he leaves everywhere he steps On everything he touches his prints he leaves In the skies a way On Earth his presence Beneath the Sea half of his creation On the mountains his carved monuments Evidence of his great existence and quick exeat The winds he has made subjective As his best servants and messengers Out of idleness His own self he now fickles with To the desert of kings I went to ask of him But there he has Babels raised Wonder gardens erected And...
GOOD DESERTION
You left me broke From the heights you threw me You never even cared How I shattered Into crucibles and fragments And no bond could hold them again You took all as a joke And how funny often I could be Even though I dared And was pranked and berated My heart embraced all resentments Yet I still lost the bargain You saw a repentless bloke As far as I could see Even long before I was thus declared And my heart was dented and battered Thereafter in all moments My tears I lose in the rain Somebod...
PRODIGY
Neither are we here to stay Or live like puppets in a play We are on our way Back to where we were driven away Grave and weird tales we bear Out prodigality to be pardoned; our fear For nothing has changed since the punishment And long term in banishment We come again As exactly as we were Free but on chain This time more bruised and sick everywhere: TITLE: PRODIGY #poetry
out of the harshness of the gallows with its apparent sadness and fadeless echoes follows yet more sorrows paraded outside these walls in transparent shadows a lot born a lot gone many not seen many seen but long forgotten all the kids have now grown tall enough with little beards of their own the once lustrous shiny faces ever shining in perfect dimples are now set; but in new Christmas cases marked in remarkable old wrinkles perhaps I have gone for long for I still remember I was very young: ...
Even long before I was born I always admire her In the bowels of the Moon A dark little patch Yet visible above so high Her baby on her lap Sleeping calmly As she admire his beauty Centuries have gone And years have come But I never saw her swoon Nor slept Men; they say have gone to the Moon But neither have any seen her Nor did she follow them And sometimes I doubt If they really went there: THE WOMAN IN THE MOON #Poetry
Give me wine For nothing will make me fine Let me uncork it And swallow as much as I think fit Perhaps I may my brain loose Waking up from its booze After all If I happen to fall Who knows my pain Will never leave me in the drain When the heart is dented and broken And not even good friends can make it open When the heart is sad And neither foe nor enemy it has never had Wine does it alright By making it instantly right No more of everything At least; there's in it a meaning: TITLE: A FRIEND F...
To keep my nights at bay Make light each day And hurry my clouds away I want you to stay The tide is high and serious Rowing against them tedious! It is always joys and sorrows But the best always follows As the seed grows Bless me Once more for me to see Your presence And immaculate evanescence The night comes again And I fear to relapse in vain: TITLE: STAY #Poetry
with our doubts and fears behind our lives we live in a glorious trend to give society and world a form to teach and to impact and to transform may it sound from the common herd long live the shepherd and when the professionals boast of duty or vigilance in post may they uphold the teacher as he stands bold in every picture: TITLE: LONG LIVE THE TEACHER #Nirclepoetry #Poetry
do not love me mine dearest pretty Annie if I will be to thee plain so as not to add thee to my slain before thou regret and remember to forget I will break thy tender heart after wrecking thy glass bosom apart I am a man; and naturally ungrateful how can I be thy faithful? knaves say I am heartless too and can savage any heart I woo I cannot be loved; Annie and I wish thou could find another; or any: TITLE: A REPLY TO ANNIE #Poetry
the hour finally came and guess how it became time was surely precious to banter on anything not serious to gates and doors lock or Italian wine uncork only the present matters this we have waited for years clothes scattered on the floor in a twinkling and palms scanning without thinking lips quivering and hips shivering silence in fidelity feigned as breathe incessant reigned the world was forgotten a while as they descended a mile love came then another without a name then lifeless from all t...
never the least but waking from the cyst I have been painted and I believe that's where I was tainted my ancestry ran from me across the land and wildest Sea a colour I was given not a name to believe in a song was made for me to sing and dance for my siblings to see entitled "the rape" a song with meaning and shape if I look less than my skin better ask my next of kin but if it is my destiny I will define it than any they will come back home and will no more be in a roam not as prodigals but lo...
with a clenched fist as one in power he came as if to conquer to sew fragmented worlds together and restore order in order but the world seem stronger and unexpectedly took him longer he now leaves in guilt his empires he has not built he has lived solely on alms and now leaves apology in opened palms: TITLE: HERO #Poetry
indecisively: night comes again with or without stars and moon a new day also in its own way and final touch to a full day this time in dream: or worshipping loots and gain as free men of liberty in peaceful snores or bondmen groaning and bruised all over in sores sometimes sales do not go well yet master feigns we forge tales to tell and there come nightmares staring full and bizarre in scares: TITLE: ANOTHER DAY AT NIGHT #Poetry
home sweet home but home without fufu is no home mama's pride! and African heritage worldwide the sound of the evening mortar matching pestles in rhythm and order simmering peacefully by the African hearth bitter berries and mushrooms in a mirth in the middle of the ring dozen hands go in welcome to Africa! eat fufu when in Africa just for contradiction? no! but a taste of tradition: TITLE: FUFU #Poetry #Nirclepoetry #FlavoursOfHome
le' us murder and kill lie and loo' and s'eal we are younger and na'urally stronger le' us 'he weak chea' and 'he meek off 'heir sea' we have learn' a lo' so much 'o forge' we canno' le' us look down grey hair creeds and dogmas as chaff in 'he air wi'h 'his piece of beau'y le' us be proud even un'o du'y using false scales backed wi'h swee' 'ales le' us ou'wi' 'he poor 'o keep 'hem forever banging a' our door in our swif'ness le' us ou'run every wi'ness for 'his is our 'ime very ripe and a' i's p...
he who painte' him on a falling wall 'i' almost everything but not all for in haste he hurrie' less the wall falls an' himself burrie' so without 'oubt so much he left out even inclu'ing his height which he equally 'warfe' alright an' his image which he has seen once in a 'runken visage: TITLE: HERO ON A FALLEN WALL KEY: "D" in place of apostrophes #Poetry
when he learnt that he could not fly all he could do was to sit and cry for with a body of clay moulded to dry after the seventh day and wings of iron he can no more equally rely on his dreams has been a dream all along ever since moulded and young that with his tail and feather he was awaiting a fair weather drying up his wings to happily join the winds: TITLE: CONCRETE ANGEL
we use to crawl and gallop then we came to a stop because time travel was possible beating time on Earth; very plausible today we fly tomorrow we abode in the sky the blue marble below and Heaven within reach at a go a new tongue branded with new laughter and we live long and happy after: TITLE: REVOLUTION
3 when he learnt that he could not fly all he could do was to sit and cry for with a body of clay moulded to dry after the seventh day and wings of iron he can no more equally rely on his dreams has been a dream all along ever since moulded and young that with his tail and feather he was awaiting a fair weather drying up his wings to happily join the winds: TITLE: CONCRETE ANGEL
2 when freely in the sky the birds will fly without the sky asking why and pigeons can their letters deliver with no threat from the predator or consequences of foul weather and the lambs have fully eaten laying peacefully sleeping with the lion at the gate for protection then peace is within and no more can be hidden: TITLE: RETURN OF THE DOVE
1 tomorrow may be too late the queue may be long and I cannot wait for I did not come to wait along a fresh rose in hand to wither before my turn understand that i am not here to go and return neither am I here to loose or appeased with an excuse i came with a rose from a garden very close: TITLE: ABOVE THE QUEUE #poetry
