Sumaila Mohammed Rashad

Sumaila Mohammed Rashad Poems

When first you saw I,
Little did I

Expect to get hooked
...

African mosquitoes have
Have the size of a grown man, s shoe
They have two heads joined with a screw
...

Poem: My unroofed village

My village is far away
Farther than your
...

What is a poem?
I'll tell you

The handsomeness
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POEM: A dream I had in my dream

In my dream, I dreamed……………….
...

Shadows are not just black
In their entire pack
They also are as white as Eynesbury's duck
If your shadow is like mine
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Clouds when azure
Are usually so gorgeous and pure
At times, I see a smoky old man
Sitting in a pan
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Mr. Dampson
Has a lamed picture about sin
He thinks if your name is not in the Bible,
There's naught cause to tremble
...

There once was a man named Mr. Powers
Whose prowess
Was to bear many flowers
He'll pride "I'm the only man plant-like"
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One whose square root is four
Is far from bore
When the whirl of life casts its axy rays
On destiny to it stall
...

On my nuptial night,
Not a forest of Nemeses
Can suffocate the
War I'll wage
...

See you cannot

The sun
Sitting swarthy
...

Once, I totted broken
Lines to my abode
And abruptly kissed a token
Struggling to remember his code
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Look!
Don't ever come again! You old June
For when last you came
You brought murk tidings
...

I stood aghast behind the smoke walls
That rob me sight of the dance staged by the dove;
My heart flooded with a crouching force
As I look at the rain of stars from above.
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Sumaila Mohammed Rashad Biography

I am an undiluted Ghanaian and a poetic sinner. I tend to savour everything about poems; reading, writing. Knitting and seaming of words that can only be encoded by the discerning makes me happy. My principal interest area is chemistry. Poetry, is the vice! sumailamhmmd@gmail.com is my online hut.)

The Best Poem Of Sumaila Mohammed Rashad

Fell To Your Spell

When first you saw I,
Little did I

Expect to get hooked
To the symphony you cooked.

But you gave me
A kiss from your sun
That rises from the north

That licked dry
The pond of my froth,

And sunk the southern stars
To bury all my scars.

Belle; my white dove,
Be will you my winter stove?

Tell me O my cuckoo
Are you the heaven citizen
That is sent to quench

The in me flame
That refuses to squelch?

Give me then a quill, miles of your wing
And I'll draw your smiles.

A day as minion in your dominion,
Is strength enough for me to kill all ill
Even with no pill.

My Koel, my Rottweiler!
When you hear the sirens sing,
Your antidotes bring

And life me quickly
- a spell poisoned soul-

For alone you
Know the depth

Of the well of the spell
Which I fell.
Submitted by: Sumaila Mohammed Rashad

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Better shoeless than bookless

WHAT YOU DO NOT OVERCOME SHALL SURELY OVERCOME YOU

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