My heart has found a refuge in the city of poetry.
It is very interesting how God works: I don’t consider myself as a poet in the word sense.
Early this year, I felt so inspired to write poems and amazingly I wrote my first poem on
January 8, 2014. Colors of poetry is my journey through the art of poetry, revealing the cascading beauty of God and His creation. Every step of the way, we will discover ourselves and who we are in Him.
I must confess without apology
If poetry is an emotional distraction
I have been distracted by its seduction
Warm floating moisture of the bathroom
The leafless lonely tree under the weather
Emanates life and colorful images of wisdom
Arresting my soul; the unforced rhythm of grace
Mesmerizing my emotions through musical landscapes
Diverse cultures and worlds unknown; breathtaking!!
I must confess, you have such a beauty I never saw yesterday
Honestly, I want to hug you and whisper beauty into your ears
Leaving behind a portrait of your authentic self, on thy walls
Ocean apart, blindest not
The color of our skin don’t divide
Thou art a perfect mirror of beauty
I am a reflection of your perfection
Copyright 2014 GOG| McDaniels Gyamfi
I have seen tamed souls taming wild souls. In a blink of an eye she became like everyone else. When they can’t contain your little growth they make you feel bad about yourself. O’ flower child, your presence intimidates souls devoid of growth. There’s nothing wrong with you to feel “different”
-— Ag. McDaniels
Self love, your priceless gift.
I felt your love like soft rains
caresses my soul in the mornings,
because I was near.
Colors of my world,
brighter than Eden,
when you are near;
full of love and truth.
Heartbreaking, emptiness:
My days are dry, my soul
is thirsty, the journey seems long.
O’ Ocean friend, please come
Come, build your throne in
this wilderness of hearts,
for I desire your presence,
to bloom again.
Copyright 2018
7 am.
I woke up under the bridge;
Smiled and strolled down,
on grinding lane.
2 am.
I woke up
Sat up, all night long
Wondering why in the abundance
Of life, I can’t steal a smile.
Then I realized that, riches can offer
You the best in life, but can’t guarantee,
A lifetime of true happiness.
5 am.
I knelt down beside my bed and
called on Him (God) who gives life
Copyright 2014 | McDaniels Gyamfi
Like a dispirited spectator, watch his
favorite team, in a long losing streak;
He sits quietly, on
the cold wooden floor,
staring at the dark ceiling,
with a belly full of shame,
guilt, and pain. His mind;
running fast and furious, with
hard-core life questions.
He is on hell’s wheels,
with no destination, in sight.
Where do I go from here?
How do I go from here?
The void of hopelessness.
What went wrong?
Why, why, why me?
A whirlwind of;
Incurable disease, mix with dust
Lack and dark secret chains
Death of a love one, heartbroken
Rejection, unpaid bills, looms
Divorce and loneliness kicks in
O’ the night season, is long
O’ the pain is overwhelming
How I yearn for the crisp mornings;
Peace, life, and wholeness
Earth-maker, please bath my heart with
life, and free my soul, from the snare
of the Fowler.
Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi
Milk for meat
Hype for hope
Lies for love
Ashes for beauty
And yet we all said “amen”
Puppet master;
Thy humble puppets, enthralled
…and we have anointed you;
To tell us …
What we want to hear
What we want to read
What we want to watch
You have executed thy duties, craftily;
Tickling our ears to perfection,
With feathers, dipped in murder
Our souls; numbed
our hearts; tangled in lies.
The parade
The confetti
The Loyalist
An ovation;
To he who sits lonely on his throne;
Feeding our emotions,
In his own emptiness.
Sensationalism
Emotions
Temporarily
Seasonal
Hypnotized
Roller coaster ride…
We are dead, like yesterday.
Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi
Sorry she doesn’t like invalids.
But, you are not dead to be dismissed,
He said with hope in his eyes, to his friend.
Yes, I am not dead to be dismissed
Am just a wounded soldier
Am I not better than a dead lion, he asked.
A caged bird;
Am worth two in a bush.
Like fish caught in an inescapable net,
Adversity knocked, on his doors.
He craved for death, but for the sake
Of his kids and family, he refused to let it go
Love kept him believing
Love made him stronger
The love of family and friends.
The profound weight of his pain and
Anxiety were wearing her soul down.
The writing on the wall, predictable
The look in her eyes, hidden behind
Pretensions and impatience.
Where is the love
Where is the care
How she had forgotten her own creed;
For better for worse.
She dismissed him like a corpse;
Leaving him, helpless in a wheel chair.
Maybe she needed love so great, to fill in
Her own, dried reservoir of hope and care.
Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi
