Reminds me of figure drawing class.
Where we are taught to draw the face
With an oval line – making an egg shape.
The pointed part becomes the chin.
Later we add the ears, eyes, lips, hair etc.
She has that perfect egg shaped face.
More perfect than Tyra Banks.
She should be easy to draw.
I do not trust the Ego
Since it has the tendency
To mislead the real self.
I am wrong, but Ego says
I could not be wrong,
Therefore I am right.
Let this new universe
We have discovered
Between us be expanded.
I don’t assume, I know
We will be happy together.
I love sunflowers.
They have beautiful
But if I can’t get those
Yellow petals or if the
Petals resist any attempt
At plucking, I move on.
I settle for pink ice plants.
They’re all flowers.
They all have nectar.
A poet must be invisible to everyone including himself. And if one is completely honest with one’s self, one will find it necessary to sometimes hide from one’s own thoughts.
What’s the role of poetry? What does it do? Why does poetry exist?
Like all art, poetry is there serving a function similar to religion except it makes no claims about altering reality. It heals injuries inflicted by reason. It reconstructs the damaged soul. It evokes passion, wraps the broken heart with balm. It gives wings to lovers.
Many of you who have been following this blog for long know that the last time I advertised my books was about four years ago. This is because I feel a little awkward promoting my own books. I honestly don’t write for money. To write is to present a case and you need a judge to assess if the case has merit. One cannot be one’s own judge. But until I find a judge, I have to do the awkward job of advertising my own books.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention for a brief announcement. Are you bored? Do you want to read something new and interesting. Do you want to understand other people’s experience of life. Look no further. Buy my books. I have written three books on literature (Anthologies) and one on business management (Research). All my books have paperback and epub editions and can be found here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/tawia_tsekumah
Why should you buy my books?
1. Because you will never be bored reading my books. My books are an antidote to boredom.
2. Because listening to me complain about my life in Africa will make you feel better about yours.
3. Because my writing is honest and you will get new perspectives and insights into the common problems of our collective existence.
4. Because those who read my works said it’s funny and easy to understand and they enjoyed it.
5. Because half of the money from selling my books is donated to CWC Children’s Home, an Orphanage in Ghana. Which means you contribute to the betterment of humanity when you buy my books.
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Lastly, if you’re a literary/book agent, editor, publisher, or critic and for some reason you want to contact me, you can do so through this email: freedombooks2000[at]gmail.com
Thank you and enjoy the weekend.
O Mother Nature,
We extol your name.
Us, “the earthborn”
Give you thanks and praise.
You have fed, healed and
Protected us (those who obey you)
From evil every day and all day.
You’re indeed the greatest O Mother!
Men have invented time for themselves.
Yet you do things in accordance
With your own seasons.
You send down rain and make the
Trees grow and bear fruits for
All living things to consume
(Even though they mistreat you)
You’re indeed the greatest.
Thank you Mother Nature.
Death is peaceful.
Us who are alive will join you soon.
It is our fate, our eternal human fate.
Never say “goodbye” my friend.
If you must, depart in my arms.
In my memories you’re immortal.
Death gives us the greatest peace.
Beauty that comes from inside never wilts.
It is the beauty of mind, character, deeds etc.
This kind of beauty is in short supply these days.
It is not how you look that makes you beautiful.
It is how you carry yourself around.
Looks fade, eyes grow pale, skin wrinkles, butts shrink, voice slurs
And knees shake but the heart that is true to itself never fades.