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The irony of Life!
Decades of blissful union,
Held their strings attached,
From ages of tenderness,
To a time of old
They tasted the tempest hours,
Thusly connected- with magic unmatched,
The groom hunted animals for survival,
His “Rib” toil the soil to aid;
Their offsprings searched for knowledge,
The life they lived was wonderful
…………..Suddenly; a shock!
His Eve was stroke by ailment
—– That entrapped her bones;
Hence, stroke a core in him
Confusion circulated his nous
She was hurriedly hospitalized
Doctors diagnosed a sickness incurable,
Yet told her dearie it was treatable,
And monies he had to find
To save his dearest beau!
So he bowdlerized the trees of the forest,
————- bartered for monies with wood
To bring his significant other back to life;
Though death had taken her home
And the doctors kept her corpse,
But accept monies from her other half,
Though he attempted-
To see her beauty,
They never allowed him to
Years and years he worked,
And cash he paid,
Not aware that his wife was no more
Hence—— doctors accepted the fruits of his sweats,
And kept this secret until-
Death took him too.
He expired redeeming a lost soul,,
And met her in a land unknown,
Their children were left alone
But love to love their ‘loves’ too.
What lessons does this poem teach?
It lives in me!
It lives in me!
Whenever my set of eyes
Glimpse her pleasant presence
My nerves stand attentive
Her shakes… shapes… lips…
I Reminisce;
in my thoughts
Yet my tongue is sealed
Unable to seek my wish
Bandaged with fear:
Scaring emotions engulf my spine
Her smiles brightens my sight
The melody of her voice purifies my heart
Her smooth touches shiver me-
I’m deeply connected yet detached
The print of my ink
Refuses to shine
My desire is rooted in me
But my actions refuse
To wave its branches
Though I cannot speak
Yet it’s like a deadly disease
Eating my being
And it lives in me!
An Unforgettable Experience!
For decennary,
I have aviated gigantic aero planes;
In the tempest of storms,
Far, sky high in the peaks of the air;
Thusly penetrating: tremendous nimbuses
On this day, the test of time arrived;
My being existed in dilemma’s state:
Puzzled with economics-
To choice between risks and waste,
My jet’s engine was nearly empty with fuel;
Yet it could wheel us from RIA to Ghana
Thusly staking our survival
But buying fuel would have caused a great loss
With persuasion, I genuinely protested
But as though it wasn’t handsome enough
It travelled on deaf ears:
I liquidated fuel from my monthly earnings:
Bore the risk of budget deficit
And choose to thrust the sky;
With the forces of my pregnant machine
I embarked upon the flying object;
Relaxed on the chair before its steering,
And got all the buttons switched,
To initiate my journey of miles up
In spite seconds of speeding the tires
The aurora of the wind empowered my turbines
And away… I began to fly
Not even in the quarter of thirty minutes
A grotesque storm began to blow
Stopping our moments back and forth
Eerie fear scattered my passengers
Whilst the only options at stake
Was to dive our path in a circular motion
Awaiting the storm to make a cease
After five hours of scary shouts
The skies were now clear and save
And again our journey was at peace-
In hours of few
We landed at Kotoka
Praises I leveled to God,
But If I had not fueled my gas turbines before plight;
The lives of hundreds would have been lost!
And millions of damages would have occurred;
Then I learned to solve the smallest of things;
To avoid more problems ahead.
An Unforgettable Experience!
For decennary,
I have aviated gigantic aero planes;
In the tempest of storms,
Far, sky high in the peaks of the air;
Thusly penetrating: tremendous nimbuses
On this day, the test of time arrived;
My being existed in dilemma’s state:
Puzzled with economics-
To choice between risks and waste,
My jet’s engine was nearly empty with fuel;
Yet it could wheel us from RIA to Ghana
Thusly staking our survival
But buying fuel would have caused a great loss
With persuasion, I genuinely protested
But as though it wasn’t handsome enough
It travelled on deaf ears:
I liquidated fuel from my monthly earnings:
Bore the risk of budget deficit
And choose to thrust the sky;
With the forces of my pregnant machine
I embarked upon the flying object;
Relaxed on the chair before its steering,
And got all the buttons switched,
To initiate my journey of miles up
In spite seconds of speeding the tires
The aurora of the wind empowered my turbines
And away… I began to fly
Not even in the quarter of thirty minutes
A grotesque storm began to blow
Stopping our moments back and forth
Eerie fear scattered my passengers
Whilst the only options at stake
Was to dive our path in a circular motion
Awaiting the storm to make a cease
After five hours of scary shouts
The skies were now clear and save
And again our journey was at peace-
In hours of few
We landed at Kotoka
Praises I leveled to God,
But If I had not fueled my gas turbines before plight;
The lives of hundreds would have been lost!
And millions of damages would have occurred;
Then I learned to solve the smallest of things;
To avoid more problems ahead.
An Unforgettable Experience!
For decennary,
I have aviated gigantic aero planes;
In the tempest of storms,
Far, sky high in the peaks of the air;
Thusly penetrating: tremendous nimbuses
On this day, the test of time arrived;
My being existed in dilemma’s state:
Puzzled with economics-
To choice between risks and waste,
My jet’s engine was nearly empty with fuel;
Yet it could wheel us from RIA to Ghana
Thusly staking our survival
But buying fuel would have caused a great loss
With persuasion, I genuinely protested
But as though it wasn’t handsome enough
It travelled on deaf ears:
I liquidated fuel from my monthly earnings:
Bore the risk of budget deficit
And choose to thrust the sky;
With the forces of my pregnant machine
I embarked upon the flying object;
Relaxed on the chair before its steering,
And got all the buttons switched,
To initiate my journey of miles up
In spite seconds of speeding the tires
The aurora of the wind empowered my turbines
And away… I began to fly
Not even in the quarter of thirty minutes
A grotesque storm began to blow
Stopping our moments back and forth
Eerie fear scattered my passengers
Whilst the only options at stake
Was to dive our path in a circular motion
Awaiting the storm to make a cease
After five hours of scary shouts
The skies were now clear and save
And again our journey was at peace-
In hours of few
We landed at Kotoka
Praises I leveled to God,
But If I had not fueled my gas turbines before plight;
The lives of hundreds would have been lost!
And millions of damages would have occurred;
Then I learned to solve the smallest of things;
To avoid more problems ahead.
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