Vicki Acquah

Vicki Acquah Oct 2015

The Melody Of Love

Love plays different melodies..
Music to which lovers respond..

Instrumental, is the harp,
the flute, and the drum.

Listen with your ears, for
your heart may skip a beat
.
Listen with your eyes,eyes will
always see.

Hear with your whole being,
the melody of love.

The Drum will beat out
warnings..

As the harp beckons
to you,.."come"!!

The flute will calm a
distressed soul...

But only the melody of unity
can strike that blessed chord.

Unity and passion can
fulfill the empty soul.

While the melody of love
unheard, is sad.

Opened ears will make songs glad....
When we move our feet together,

our hearts will dance in unison
If we hear love’s melody

with unguarded hearts -
To the love we shall sub-come.

We contemplate the music
of loves sweet refrain.

Together we make music
of melodious adoration,

As our creator's love
has no limitations.

You whistle the same
bars and measures.

As I lay and calmly hum.
We be tuned as one-

We become
as a symphony,

to which our
heartstrings strum.

Copyright © 2015 Vicki Acquah

Oct 2015

Nicole Corea

Forevermore

My heart is swollen from the deceitful kisses.
My eyes are blindly impaired to see the truth.
My lungs are breathing on a tight rope.
I could not balance the fate of forevermore.

Because forevermore... isn't the truth.

Vicki Acquah Oct 2015

THE MIDDLE ONE

Unlike The "Opposable Thumb"
The ******* is profane.
Articulating that which translates,and
Transcends the barriers of speech;
Into a powerful two word force.

In most language... We love to speak
With "Middle Fingers" as a paradox -
Expressing something we love doing....
To loved ones.Though offered on other
Occasions To the "Woes of or Foes"

As for foes, we gesture our
"Middle Fingers" At those who we
Do not like in the least bit.
"Opposable thumbs" only disagree.

"******* flashing" is a concepts of thoughts.
Paradox or a paragon that epitomizes
The disdain when shot straight up,as in
" Shot a bird.". ***** ole men wiggle it at minors.

The "*******" goes straight to the point
Especially If directed pointedly at you.
Men can beckon their wives with "That Finger"
Only If they are smiling.

*was inspired by other poets here

Vicki Acquah Oct 2015

Princess Misled:

Princess Misled:
Poems for Preteens:

Kissed a bunch of frogs
They were still frogs in the end.
Kissed toads, until warts grew
Why is what you're looking for
Always in the last place you look
I asked myself.?

I needed my Prince
Oh how I needed my hero.
Ready to give up, I drank
Potions from the last cauldron.
About to call it a life.

My Fairy Godmother
Was a Witch.....
I Was under her spell
Still I searched once
Again to no avail.

One last kiss did I perform
To my surprise this last frog
Transformed; When the
Prince saw me, with warts
On my skin: Mission
Completed as this now my end.

The moral of the story is as clear
As can be, Mono or ****** is not
Worth the risk.
The toads that you kiss...
May not be so charming; Fairy Tale
Metaphors, may prove be alarming.

Real Princesses, go home
When they leave the ball,,
The Prince was not very happy, not
Happy at all: He ran away screaming...
"Ladies and Princesses should never kiss frogs "

Poems for Preteens:

Vicki Acquah Oct 2015

About The Work

Basking in the glory of
                                yesterday can throw shade
                     on the duties of today.
                     Create a new fabric,
                   be renewed, be refined
                       Be replenished
                      Old accomplishments
                      need be tucked away
                           In the safekeeping of darkness.

                      We meditate too long
,                      on memories gone.
                    Basking in yesterday's glory

             Yesterday's pain
                      is like a mother mourning
                   A dead child while ignoring the
                   Ones still living.

                      Its seems wiser to visit the past.
                      Returning to the future with
                     relevance
                       Restoring lost arts.
                           "Old Techniques”
                        Still require new thread.

                    Cloth left in the light too long will
                  Give into withering, fading and shredding.
                   Be about the work that now needs doing.

Vicki Acquah Oct 2015

NO SUBSTANCE

THE
Pitfalls of Pretty
Is like being
"Tall and that's all"
The Boys want
the Girls want..
No one wants to
pay
Upkeep
Fee..
No maintenance
I am free.
Cheap
Just say
"Pretty please."
to Please me..
And I am yours.
Eager and desperate
To let my pretty please
you.
All I have is my
PRETTY
I need to
To retain
MY pretty.
To keep the pretty,
Pretty.!
Pretty soon my pretty
is disappeared,
And no pretty
attitude established
No pretty personality
developed...
Pretty is now pretty
Petty,shaky and shabby.
Has built no Character ,
No substance
on which to stand.
So she falls into the pitfalls
Of being Pretty ...and that's all
Copyright © 2015 Vicki Acquah

Vicki Acquah Oct 2015

ME

Me: By Oladeji aka Vicki Acquah

Because I am only
ONE of my Kind.
And refuse
to Abort my mission..I ask..
Could I have been a little more
religious
patient
tolerant
willing
agreeable
softer
sweeter
easier
diplomatic
could I have gone along to get along,
be a softer place for hard ***** to land.
Could I have been a little less
Difficult
Opinionated
forgiving
fault finding
expressive
extreme
Blunt
Truthful
Yes... I could have...
But then where would that leave you?
That would not have been me,
And as you can see
There's enough of them
Carbon Copies....
....And they are not changing a ****-thing.
And then there's me...

Me: by Oladeji Vicki Acquah
Copyright © 2015 Vicki Acquah