Nana Kwame Nketsiah Poems

Listen to her cries
oh you deaf, deaf mate
together we make a tie
oh dear, dear string
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I love to sleep all day,
Or play all night.
But I must get all ready,
For Monday morning so tight.
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I shove it off
Once again my morning grow wet
Tears drip down my cheek
I shove it off
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Long gone the passing time,
Yesterday seemed so long.
Though in my pocket there is no dime,
My mouth would not wet without my tongue.
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I wish I was a heavenly angel
For I would watch and protect mankind
But I am no heavenly angel
Hence must play in my own kind
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I still remember the jingles of my childhood
Run, run, run there is a fire on the mountain
Such sweat melodies that never brought bad mood
As my mum would always send me to the fountain
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By night the muses snatched me away, in to their
loveliest
Abode where the gods grow fond of. But poor I am in word to describe
The heavenly refinement of this humble paradise.
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Though I love, I do not know what love is,
Though am sick I do not know what I am sick of
The beauty of love, run heavily indebted through
And through any blood
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Ah the drum sound,
The owl takes to flight.
Far away from civilization,
The deadly cult sound.
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I.
Near the fountain close to the river,
I saw a gentle lady
Picking wild fruit and flower,
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