"inhabitance" poems
Kumasi, the Tree City,
The Kingdom City with a divine eagle
Standing bravely on a mighty stick,
The unquestionable love that embraces
The soul of the arch enemy,
The tradition that swallows
The ancient courage and modern pride,
Kumasi, the Tree City,
The mighty city that lies under
The flying wings of the
Beautiful Okumanin tree,
The golden city of the Western Sudan
Planted by the arm of the Almighty,
You are truly the dwelling
Abode of unity and majesty,
Kumasi, the Tree City,
The echoes of your ancestral spirits
Do not sleep nor slumber
You that provides a comfortable
Seat for the grandson of
The almighty Krobea Asante Kotoko,
The modern pride of the great
Ancient mother of Yaa Asantewaa,
Kumasi, the Tree City,
The great son of the vulture,
Otomfuo Osei Tutu, may not
Appreciate your present
State of modernization,
For you have surrounded
T he Golden Stool with
Carelessness and filth,
Your crime rate has swept
Away the memories of
The great Okomfo Anokye,
Kumasi, the Tree City,
Oh, the inhabitance under the protective
And motherly wings of the great tree,
The Ayoko kingship deserves a clean land,
This great city must regain
Her serene and inviting sweet-scented
Greeny and stable environment,
For mother Ghana has always
Pride herself in your glory and dignity,
Kumasi, the Tree City,
The precious eye of Asanteman,
Never deny your former glory,
Oh, the pride of West Africa
You still have what it takes
To be the Garden City of West Africa,
You are Oseikrom indeed,
Okumaninase, the capital city of Kwaman,
The heart of the Republic of Ghana.
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 6:25 AM UTC
Funny how a small success
can make a large struggle
seem worthwhile.
The struggle pushes on your body
like the thousands of pounds of air pressure we endure every moment, adapted since birth when we were exposed to the atmosphere for the first time.
We've adapted so much. It feels like nothing at all.
And such is the struggle, a gradual acceptance,
until one accidental success -
a perfectly carved moment of zen designed to seal one crack in our exterior, to smooth an otherwise rough outline of the idea of your person.
One crack we didn't know was there until we look more closely.
And suddenly - we see - !
Are we made up of billions of cracks,
of shattered thoughts and ideas,
dreams and plans and places and bandaids over the wounds that never really healed?
Are we scarred beneath the flattened affect of the I'mFines and the Don'tWorries?
What a shock, then, when you finally discover the one smooth graft in your otherwise undetectably shattered self.
Oh! The elation!
One small, well-placed celebration
The seed of a new foundation
Can you declare a body unfit for inhabitance?
It's time for total renovation.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
I did not know the men from far.
each holding a clear mask as I was
driven down the now common road.
I knew the habits of souls like these.
impairing the land.
blameless in its lushness, these boys,
I learn now,
were hired to consume.
properly; with all items
& inhabitance spawned in desolation,
there are no mistakes made.
there could never be flared tempers,
or indignant stares, whispers of mutiny
or treason.
& a lack of profits are concepts
hoarded by other lands.
their tasks became habits
& tolerance replaces my strength
as an infection settled.
one
stretching my jaw,
piercing my tongue
& erecting fences inside my skull.
I learned to love the sloth
& loathe my confidence.
quickly beauty sets & confusion fades.
the road held nothing as did the scars,
laid down by special souls ages or seconds ago.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
For when light's elumimation fades in rest, and the divine bodies are revealed in the forsaken sky.
The humbled moon, arises from her slumber. Casting a shared source of light upon the land - like a flame shared between two candles cast upon the wall.
The moon beamed it's light upon the walls of the land.
It's inhabitance like ants, a shadow did cast. For when the Moony Night comes forth, a deep pondering has beseiged the land;
Mysteries decifered, as thoughts become experiments in the cool of the eve.
In the silence of dusk, laughter does erupt;
The ticking of gears within, can be observed - like the song, sung by the crickets.
Oh, how indulging the observer of night can become.
For in the elumination on a Moony Night, one's soul does takes flight.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
Dreams are supposed to be were you feel safe and peace full. Not where you are attacked by the invisible and only the felt. That room is kine, where i sleep - a restful place. Where now i am weary to go and lay my head. i dont know this place my fear comes from. It haunts me and i can't leave it. But I have to be there, for this is my resting place, where thoughts down on paper - my hiding place. I'm afraid I'm not alone in its inhabitance. Where it comes from I don't know. And how it has power over me, I am not sure. But i do know that i am not okay with its excistance, and i will not stand for it. i will fight whatever it is when the time arises. but whos to say when that will be. i just pray that dear God you will give me the strength to concur this thing, a monster i last felt creep up on me. there is a physical jailment now and i cant not beat it it feels. a haunting feeling is over me when i enter the room, like i have interrupted something and am now being punished for it. but i do not know what it is or who o am interrupting. where can i find it. it feels so far away like i have already missed out on it. so how can i find it and get it back? i dont know but i feel as though this isnt over, and i am anxious to see when next time will be.
9/23/10
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 12:48 AM UTC
and this is different.
or not.
****
you should push me,
grab me, bite me,
break me, pry me
open along the bed,
kiss me, stroke me,
hold me
together,
still. i keep expecting
something, as if the world
should have shattered,
i should have cried,
whether from complication,
fear or embarrassment, i am not sure.
yet this is normal, almost,
for i am still faintly left
with the rocking sensation
of your inhabitance of my body,
the beat of my heart in knowledge
of the act, the churn of my mind
in remembrance.
****
you should push me,
grab me, bite me,
break me, pry me
open along the bed,
kiss me, stroke me,
hold me
together,
still.
for i do not feel to have lost
myself yet.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
The clouds rest upon the high peaks of the land. A shield from the heat of the stars above, but a loving embrace to the inhabitance beneath.
In a beautiful introduction, a servant and friend to the afflicted land is revealed. He works through the night, mending the scars from the spears of the stars. Giving life to the gardens and uplifting all the downcasted.
This friendly giant opens his gates, to tend to the beneath. Even the divines come forth, carrying the mists in their wings. A hymn of glee resounds as the void is filled in empty springs.
There is magnificence in this embrace, a kiss some might say. For the water trickles down, excavating every crevice. Exonerating the wounds smitten in trauma;
As the rain kissed mountain now stands with lustrous awe - a now land revived.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
Through the chaos, I caught a glimpse of you
The nightmare unfolding couldn't rob you of that glorious, warm, smile
You sent me weaving through a labyrinth of lost souls
Extending my arms to embrace you
To shield you from this broken inhabitance
This world so far lost among the shadows
And as my palms met your back
I could feel that you were empty
The one with the strong, sturdy, smile
You were trembling
That's when I realized
We shared the same nightmare
That's when I realized
The sorrow living in your eyes
But when you hooked your arms around my back
And pressed your face into my chest
When your crystal tears bled through my shirt
That's when I realized
Nightmares can end
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
The infinite depth of the universe
All the planets, stars, moons, oceans, winds, echos.
Think of all the people, places, things and souls that roam these spaces.
Time is fleeting
Yes, you are small, but oh so significant.
So unique & you are apart of the formation and inhabitance of these spaces.
Treat them with respect.
Dance with the stars, swim in the oceans, fly among the stars, kiss the winds and listen carefully to the echo around you.
They are there for you as you are there for them. You do not have long -- catch the glimmer while you still can.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
Terror has no face
It is pure disgrace
Terror has no religion
It is pathetic
It is sick
Those who don't respect humanity
How can they even claim to be humans?
What is wrong with the world?
Every single day you read the papers
You watch the news...
There is nothing save for depressing stories
Someone gets shot 'coz of the colour of his skin
Someone gets molested
Someone gets murdered
Someone is discriminated against just 'coz of his religion
Some country gets bombed
Then that country retaliaties by counter-bombing
Virtually every single country is intent on increasing it's nuclear power....
In some countries democracy has become a joke....
...The right to freedom of speech and expression is merely present in the constitution
All of this just makes me so so very sad
I sometimes so wish that Mars becomes suitable for human inhabitance
They have found traces of water...
...haven't they?
'Coz frankly speaking i'm totally done with Earth
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
is not something I can define.
My home is not a physical place of
inhabitance.
When I walk home from school,
the house I live in does not give me
a sense of comfort
The closer I get to its door, the faster my brain
works to think of the next time I can it even
for an hour
That will not feel like home and I live with it
People have said home is where your heart is
and yet my heart has found nothing
It's homeless.
Just hopping around from one place to another
as if it were a couch surfing person in-between jobs
It aches sometimes.
I want to find a home
My heart wants to feel it can love
I want to feel like I can breath again
We both want to know the feeling of the sound of settling
But for now, my heart and I are at the curb,
observing others rush to their adobes whether they are physical
or metaphorical both of us holding up signs with the word "home"
in question marks.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Magic Soldier
Locked up like a criminal
A recluse
A lone straggler
I treat life as an auction. Yes, I’m a Haggler.
I am bankrupt inside
I am a magic man
See me thick skinned
Here is a broken man,,,
Strong enough to make his stand.
Hiding my broken heart with this stubborn pride.
Losing my family
Blamed for other’s financial and heart destruction..
Respect is a luxury
Life is a school. A learning institution
I hardly taste this Caviar
I try and out run my history.
I have traveled with my baggage quite far
A damaged good
Inside and out
Beaten, ***** and emotionally controlled
Another travel to the glamorous neighborhoods.
Those in which I see the inhabitance gawk and
Point in their polished homes.. shocked at this visitor and feeling
“April Fools” Tricked and trolled..
I rose up like the Joker
I’m the crazy man “who just sits there to pout.”
Giving up the future
Half way to an elderly ward
He gets through the thick scenes
In his strength.. spirts used in bouts..
Words cut a man to his bone..
Stitch my heart with sutures
“Make due and mend.”
I am brave and sane
Even though it hurts to see others as one
and I am all alone..
Even when I was stuck in a corner
Drugged in a mental ward.
I look out a window. Tears hitting the pane.
I became the spokesman for strength
Take my words, my hand, and Human value
I refuse to stay
I am far from what these images of my shell appear to you.
Alone without his plan and potential forefilled
Even the Pandemic couldn’t **** me
I manage a miracle and provide some skills
That set my pain free
Even on the wrong chemically induced life path
I dried up and learned
The right ways to be a friend
A rogue soldier
Strength like a tank’s armor..
Dreaming and fighting for the life
In which he has always yearned.
I shall never let myself end this life
Even though moments of hurt cut me like a knife..
without gaining what I deserve
After losing the battle
I’m winning the war
See him stand tall
A tall man matched with challenges
That never to his soul..do they rattle
Steady and viable
Due your worst
As I can fight and dance to this “rock and roll”
Now, see him smile..as his feeling heart
Through his chest..it Starts to burst.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 1:50 AM UTC