"acquah" poems
A Softer Way to Die
We live and study life
We pray that somehow
God changes his rules.
No one wants to die
No one wants to follow
Those complicated laws;
I mean no lie-ing - no steal-ing
no *** - before marriage no
Fornicate-ing, no kill-ing
No lust-greed or defil-ing the earth.
Amen.
All we can do now is try to find
" A softer way to die".
Pick your battles...
There are many ways to die.
I asked, God why?
When mom threw a
"Monkey wrench" in my world
Answering - "We all have to die"
I immediately winked at God...
Thinking to myself ( not I) .
Gave him a little nudge;
Sidebar God : I said to God
Adamantly "I do not want to die"
"Can you change the rules "?
I never heard back from him
On that subject..
I went to him again
God "Can you at least
Keep me with a mom-
I said "So that I won't be an
Orphan like Shirley Temple" ?
He did get back to me on that
And Mom is Alive and well
Plan A. ( living forever)
Still not executed.
Once again contemplating
Thoughts on how I want to die.
I could not think of a pleasant way
To die, none that seemed appealing.
Nor any options that would be fun.
hmmm, eat myself to death.
Playing chicken with the train,
Might prove thrilling.
As time grew nigh
My thoughts continued
....On a softer way to die.
Childhood gone, middle age gone'
Old age approaching fast and furious
Destroying me like a sudden
Approaching hurricane...
This storm knocked out my lights
Memory gone now..
Forgetting my life- my loved ones
Forgetting my friends,
Children,and foes alike
Forgetting my wrongs - my sins
and accomplishments all.
Everything's gone. So now
What do I do ?... How can
I rewrite my life,Take account..
Of that which I remember not.
The realities of my existence
Has been wiped out from
The Forest Fires burning
In my minds eye.
Have no recordings of
Who loved me or of who
I shall never forgive.
How will I know that I ever even lived.
Taking my dark blank pages into
The after life- My shadowy
Existence ends. I feel no pain
I Have no thoughts,
Have nothing to contemplate.
For I have asked to live forever
Or that I die a,softer way
Forgetting to eat
Forgetting to drink-
Forgetting to swallow
Forgetting to breath...
Forgetting this life-
I close my eyes and fade away.
painlessly
© Vicki Acquah
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
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 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Make love to me with
your poem ,your poetry.
Flow slowly-do not rush it.
not so fast.
Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it.
Caress my totality
Draw me into your world
let me succumb -to your glib tongue
I hear your commands
As you slowly express
how capable you are
Expanding my mind
taking me places I've never been
Firmly holding me in the grips
of your suspense.
I was tense
Waiting for the end - you letting me
down gently as your poem ended
I bask in the after math-of a poetry bath
Thinking of the ecstasy of
where your poetry took me.
I let down my hair-because
you swoon creativity
I get off on your enunciation
and affections- inflections
Word erections-sensitivity
and vulnerability
Allowing me to feel every word-
as you speak slowly
you enter me with your "diction".
Slow and easy you speak to me
Stroking me with your poetry...
You took me to peaks
of ecstasy-with your
sweet glib tongue
and that's why I -
let you make ...
Make sweet Poetry to me..
.© Vicki Acquah
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
God had a green card
But cannot get back in the gate.
The Bricks are thick
But not so tall, I think
God may need to scale the wall.
Are we safe in structures gated
Must we stay in this prison
Where women are hated.
Our bones are hidden in tunnels.
Where has my mother gone
My sisters have disappeared, been
Abducted into a cult; Suspicious
Disinterest displays their guilt.
There has been nothing to report.
Maybe she has run away
To find a new God, Someone has
Touched her, she was not safe there
In her own bed, in her own home.
Some Blackman- Chanted hate lyrics
At her; Encouraged by their overseers.
Asian cultist cursed her in the womb.
In India they ostracized and brutalized
Her melanin, Queen of England, a
****** watches through syphilitic
Eyes without concern.
Beautiful cocoa,vanilla, and mustard
Babies sold or married off to smelly
suitors for *** before puberty; mere
Children, march and are showcased
For the wicked pleasures of men.
But should I call them men?
Remember we once ruled this planet
Remember once we bore your beloved sons,
Now we work and twerk our bodies
As we answer to your perversions
We no longer dance to bring rain.
We slide down poles reluctantly
Displaying our pain.
My mother is crying for me
My sister's are crying for me.
God will ignite the lamp of justice
God now has her green card and shall
Return us "Back to our Spiritual selves.
We dared not become too ripe, though
We must remain agile or we be thrown away
Like rotten fruit, never to be seen again
God now has her green card and
Will return us back to our Spiritual State.
Once again - You shall call us "Heaven".
Woman, who created man in her womb..
Became the enemy of man, and has been cast off.
We cannot testify with ovaries or inverted testicles.
Soon there was no natural preference
No perspective of gender has man !
Procreation ceased,the ****** forever
Banned to bear ovarian fruit.
We who remain alive wait.
Awaiting a Foreign God who's eager to
Receive her green card, and save us from our fate.
From the hands of a wicked system
We are doused in the agony of acid
Women perish, For the mercy of death we pray.
My mother is crying for me
My sisters are crying for me.
God will again ignite the lamp of justice
God now has her green card;
And shall return us to our spiritual state.
Remember we once ruled this planet,
We bore your unloved seeds, who
You've turned against us; We shall
Return them unto our bosoms....And
Once again, you shall call us " Heaven" !
© Vicki Acquah
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
Inspired by Vicki Acquah (Mama Oladeji)
God Save the Queen
Long live the King
Hail to the Chief
The Lord of all Lies
I dredged the swamp
For the bombs bursting in air
Oh, say can you see
That justice is blind
That we are all color blind
When all you can see is
The White Hot dawns early light
That might means right
Always fight with the Son at your back
And the darkness in your soul
But don’t be black?
That’s worth the bullets whizzing past
A soldier’s job is never done
Never won
A draft dodger’s never run
Never One
With the multiplicity of our multi-ethnicity
Of a nation of fools
That elects a derelict jester
Who taunts our puppet strings
Strikes the chords of the lamentations of our hearts
Heartless ********
We are no longer whole
Just a sinking hole
A pit of despair
That stares back at us
Look up
Look down
Stay down
Lock down
Look out!
Here it comes
As above, so below
The devil’s in the details
That are reduced to black and whites
We are weapons of mass confusion
Taking aim
Hiding behind His Wall
To build a nation of prisoners
Too afraid to yell out our battle calls
To seek retribution for our disillusion
To clear up the noise pollution
And fall on our knees
To take a knee
Because we NEED
We are a world of truth benders
Rule breakers
Criminal instigators
Unforeseen fornicators
Ego MasterBaiters
Serial verbal defecators
We are nothing
No One
No where
Just present
At this moment in history
When we realized we ****** up
Hindsight was blind sided
Blinded by the light
Speckled with red, white, and bruises
Masks of shame
That we were complicit in our own downfall
The Fall of Man
The blood is on our hands
Be cause we did not stop
When we knew we could
Because we thought No, meant yes
And that she didn’t really mean it
And Boys will be boys
With their unruly lethal toys
That cuts through what was Right
And Left US divided
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
Because He Gets Me
I still love him in
spite of ,not
because of-- He is
the rare one, who
even though his
arrogance at times
over shadows his
maturity; He is
still the one who
gives believable
credibility to my
written soul - I
know he gets my
every word
intellectually and
spiritually.
His own wisdom which
mirrors my soul's
expressions,speaks.
I was so drawn to
his intellect and so
impressed by his
depth...that his
moments of
shallowness almost
tilted me over.
I still love him in
spite of his temper
tantrums, and his
reverting back to
his childish,selfish
jealousy; I love him
even when he tries
so hard to invent
ways not to love me.
All because he is
wanting to hold on
to me for hours..
when I only have
seconds to give. So
you see, I cannot
hate him for loving
me.
© Vicki Acquah. All
rights reserved
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
by Vicki Acquah on Tuesday, January 25, 2011 / revised edit.
You think flattery and bull-dung will get you everywhere. But when the worm turns, they flatter you and dangle carrots... and on your crawl back home, coughing and snotting all over the place. You will remember that old sofa or... the few who were really with you in your time of need; Those who gave you a warm blanket...and maybe some tea.
One day you'll remember when no one was there but Mamma or a best friend. The old blanket and a cup of tea, they sat with you every night and nursed you on that old sofa till well—They told you of those faults, that you could not see. You could not see your faults with eyes filled with deceit, Now with eyes no longer scheming.
You may one day see the light. You may even say " I love you"...and tell yourself that you were wrong". You may even find a soul inside that empty temple. If sorry is so hard to say, because all you think of is yourself. You’ll keep feeling, it is right to spew untruths and continue thinking simple.
You may say “whats done is done” Speaking loud, and last, and long;. Speaking loud and long does not make you right!.…
You’ll just go on and on, never admitting that you were wrong. "Oh" The more you repeat the lie; The more it becomes your truth...It does become your truth…Now it is your gospel song. Then someone will tell you, what your sick soul wants to hear, then once again you'll waddle in pain, never understanding “That flattery and bull-crap are the same” just that;
Making righteous, virtues most impossible.
Love will check bull-crap at the door every-time it crosses truth's threshold. Friends are standing along side, Looking sad, Please check all evil thoughts before you lose the best friends you’ve had. Love is waiting for you to change…”nothing ventured nothing gained”.
So come on in, leave dissension outside the door- if you do not like it here, we will be happy to refund to you, your "misery''...as you exit the store.
No questions asked, as long as you stay in your own lane... “Oh well no crash” The Ugly Truth gets uglier….
So If you need to be dazzled with bull-crap and flattered with lies. Try truth for a change. Because people who love you, can see right through the plastic disguise.. You will be, the biggest fool, and not very clever; Too big to say, “sorry I was wrong”- So the "Ugly Truth get's more sour, with every passing hour. The pain of truth will soon subsides, but lies torment forever.!
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 5:07 AM UTC
Please, you have put my progress on pause and caused me prolonged poverty-Put the keys to my persona back on the dresser,need my personality back- You have put my purpose on pause, and caused me to get pulled into your pool of problems, I do not want to swim in gossip and drama. You have Pitched me another curve ball of your pastimes.. Waiting for me to catch your worthless, purpose of profound pity - This is my ditty on your pretty agenda based, passive,pretentious piety. Unreal humility, has programmed your potential, which produces phony plastic products that are non essential. Pardon me if I have come to certain conclusions; Since I've allowed your inclusion into my own illusions. I now protest what I detest,of what I thought I saw in you ..As my mind has been reasonably restored, I reserve the right to say who belongs in my life. So I am closing pages on peons who have put my purpose on pause. New perspectives on my prerogative... Peace!
VICKI ACQUAH·SUNDAY, DECEMBER 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
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 damn-thing.
And then there's me...
Me: by Oladeji Vicki Acquah
Copyright © 2015 Vicki Acquah
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
Vicki Acquah :
"Shallow Thinkers" do not think past what they have been told- "Deep Thinkers" think past what they feel" and have been told- "Free Thinkers" research what they've been told- compare it to what they feel - And weigh the universal truth's against their personal truths;Against customs and beliefs. The outcomes of such behaviors objective is "Deriving at truth in its finality". The overall and final truth is “like death”.. the cause may be different the out-come the same." You will surely die". This Is the absolute truth: The only need for "absolute truth" is to be a better human while you live. If Any human being deliberately- collectively, singly; Directly or indirectly interfere with another human's right to pursue happiness,by way of religious strong arming,war,greed,rape, ****** They shall be held accountable. And will pay the "ultimate fatal penalty.
Do not force your parroted non-researched hearsay down another human's throat,Causing them to stumble. Bottom line is... Do no harm ...While living in these testing grounds on earth,
“be the best in your flesh” and your spirit will go innocent and Uncondemned. © Vicki Acquah
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
What tipped the scales
What has caused the rift
The straw that added the extra
Weight...or was it a feather
Has the lights gone out, has the grid
Finally broke. Leaving us again depending
On God; And his scary Revelations.
Clutching our blankets for heat.
We wait for man to repair that
Which he has put in place to fail.
What ever can go wrong-will go wrong-
For sure.. We use to know that before
We stopped misplacing our convictions
When neighbors knew it was all or none
When rent parties and waistline parties
Were how we got through the worse days..
But now we just yell “save yourselves”
Pack yourself up some pillows, grab your
Smart phones and outrun the storm until your
Gas has finished or until no--one accepts
your money for a bottle of clean water.
When shops are closed and the super wealthy has
Imposed on you their plan… separated God and man
Leaving you to appeal to selfish men with deadlocked hearts.
© Vicki Acquah
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Ever if
Disaster needed a
Safe path to commit
it's destruction
No one would be
Beyond reproach.
Be it wind,fire
Or Water.
© Vicki Acquah
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
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
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC