From The Black Woman
African beauty
Smooth skin like polished ebony,
Glistening in the sunlight's embrace,
Curves that flow like the Nile's grace,
Full lips that bloom like a rose in place.
I am the beauty of fresh grain
Taut breasts like ripened mangoes high,
Nipples dark as the night's sweet sigh,
Waist that cinches like a python's tie,
Hips that sway like a palm tree's gentle reply.
I am the flesh of the Agric horizon
Legs that stretch like the savannah's plains,
Feet that dance like the rain's sweet refrains,
Toes that wiggle like a baby's playful games,
Ankles that gleam like the morning's golden flames.
I am the geographical force and culture part
Eyes that shine like the stars in the midnight sky,
Eyelashes that flutter like a butterfly's sigh,
Eyebrows that arch like the hills of the highlands,
Nose that curves like the horn of the rhineland.
I am the light on the way
Hair that flows like the rivers of the delta's might,
Tresses that cascade like the waterfalls' gentle light,
Strands that glisten like the dew on the grass at dawn's first light,
Flecks that shimmer like the sun's rays on the waves' gentle flight.
I am the reverse less color
That the whole world know me
Cos of shadows
The Political Phrase
The Political Phrase
#johndramanimahama
#Efokomla
#ndc
2025---- #4JohnDrammaniMahama
"A vision of prosperity, we now proclaim
A future bright, where Ghana's dreams are reclaimed
From crisis to progress, we'll make our stand
With John Dramani Mahama, at the helm of our land
He's the leader prepared, with a heart of gold
To develop our local goods, and stories untold
Maintaining our reality, with a steadfast hand
He'll guide us to greatness, in this noble land
From the realm of vision, he's been chosen to lead
With wisdom and courage, our nation's fate to read
Let's rally behind him, with hope in our eyes
And elect John Dramani Mahama, to pave our skies
For a better Ghana, where all can thrive
Let's vote for John Dramani Mahama, and let our nation survive
In unity and strength, we'll rise as one
With John Dramani Mahama, the best is yet to be done!"
By Obed Yadzo ©
A revelation to tell....
THE EVIL THAT LURK WITHIN
Note: I am not against any force but I am just translating a dream discovery. On 02/11/2024. The Poet's dream
"We are mortals before the twilight,
Yet we seek power from the twilight where the devourer also attempts to take power...
Note: I am not against any force but I am just translating a dream discovery.
The daughter of Alingo Dark
And Aziza Court
In twilight's hush, where shadows sway
Big Men lurk, with wealth's corrupted way
Their eyes aglow, like beasts on the prowl
Museum gods, with sinister souls
I am Lilbed Arbitar dragon
We are the new force against you!
But we are not ready to fight you
So be in your free night might
Their rooms, a labyrinth of dark delight
Where they unconsciously uphold
Foul stench of greed, and blood-stained nights
Panic grips, as terror takes its toll
In this lair of evil, where hearts are sold
Beware of these pretentious Beast,
'Lilbed warns!'
They zoom in on prey, with eyes of gold
Their smiles hide fangs, their hands hold toxic smoke
Filthy demonic beasts, with hearts of cold
Pretending pure, but demons unfold
Are we real with this?
So Probity-1 will emphasize our folks
Beware, dear reader, of these strange folk
Their wealth is built on souls they've devoured
Tread with care, lest you fall prey to their yoke
And in their depths, a demonic force is empowered
Against the righteously right ones
But the wrongly righteous ones are safe
Your nightmare is their sunlight
So shun their glare, and avoid their snare
For when the moon dips low, and night grows old
They'll feast on fear, and drink your blood with glee
And in their museum, your soul will be locked and cold.
Note: I am not against any force but I am just translating a dream discovery.
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The Miser
The Miser
In a hovel of hoarded dreams,
Where shadows dance and dust beams,
A miserly figure, gaunt and gray,
Guards his treasure, night and day.
His eyes, like coins, shine bright and cold,
Reflecting the wealth he's yet to hold,
His heart, a vault, locked tight and strong,
Where love and joy can't linger long.
His fingers, like skeletal branches,
Grasp and clutch with a covetous stance,
The gold and silver, his heart's desire,
A treasure trove, his soul on fire.
But as he sits, amidst his wealth,
A lonely figure, bereft of health,
His riches bring him no delight,
Only a hollow, endless night.
His life, a ledger, tallied and scored,
A balance sheet, where love's not stored,
His legacy, a chest of gold,
But his heart, a tomb, forever cold.