Moonlight expressions

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A blog by gamelmag

Blog description:

This blog is a stage of poetic expression. It is inspired by the age-old African tradition of poetry, storytelling, riddles and other art forms under the moonlight. Enjoy!

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Moonlight expressions ranks 7052 in Africa and 120 in Ghana. According to site visitors it ranks 4083, and 4132 according to page views:

According to blogroll links it ranks 9788 and 9694 according to the amount of links within Afrigator blog posts

I Stand Redeemed

By Godiva Lucille Amenu (Cookie Lu)sometimes i breathe in just to see how deep my insecurities sinkemotions cannot be suppressed for so long so i speak and it dripslike fresh honey leaving a faint remainder of what should have beenlike an empty vase i feel liberated; just for a

I do

This hour is the very one I had seen from afarThen it was too far to touchAnd too silly to imagineBut the hour cometh and I can also doDo the things I dreamed ofAnd cover the tracks of my forbearersTo those who smile with me I praise theeAnd to

Happy Birthday!

Like gold and all the spritely ornamently things of this worldOur friends illuminate our moments with beauty and charmUnlike these ornaments they bear life and emotion and passionThat fuel our daily experiences with such zest and completenessYearly, just as all objects of life They're bestowed with age and growth

Three senses of football

Watch as they moveIn well coordinated choreographed delightful patternsAs they trace their paths in attack and defenceProducing sweet touches of smooth skillsTrue nourishment to our ocular organsHearken the drum and cymbal soundsOf our mighty thundering fansAs they sing and cheer and clapThrough the many many minutes of anxietyPleasing our

Reminisce

By Michael Kwame DakwaYou passed through my night...and long after sleep was goneyou lingered as an unshakable mist,reminding me of theheartache that is the holeyour words once held their place...

The Immortality of Nkrumah

In the beginning there was nothingAnd out of nothing Yahweh called everythingFirst the angels and demons to keep the mortals busyThen the women of the earth to remind man of his existenceAfter all was set and after all had been writtenYahweh called Nkrumah to stay in between the mortals

100

As you celebrate a hundred,In plain tongue We express our achesThe pain that lingers in the heart of the youngTo see a Ghana at a standstillAs you celebrate a hundred,The very wall you built to keep knowledgeAre the ones that still stand.And they do so all alone in lonelinessNo

Dreams

When hearts break and dreams are forgottenTides of the ocean pull and pull themselves awayAway to the land and place of the aimlessWhen nature’s arms seem to curse man’s visionBachelors remain ringlessAnd the barren is still childlessServants continue in their servitudeShowers of hope will come upon the ambitiousLooking up

world of silence

aboard a trotro, by the right window side,emotions running bare, with the shared rythms of calming music through my earphones,peeping outside the window, in search of answers to this 'self inflicted pain'moving steadily, like the the tears streaming from the bleeding in my heart......since its bloodyness will

My Dance

In the middle of the winter moments in Africa The bridge which connected the East coast To the West beaches came down And with it the little dwarfs that had made The bridge their home. Forever came to an end And Dreams never

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