ENTANGLE

 In realms of code, where shadows dance,

Cryptocurrency takes its chance.

Digital coins, a web they weave,

In circuits vast, they do conceive.

Entangled in the blockchain's grasp,

Their value climbs, a daring rasp.

A symphony of ones and zeros,

Echoing through cybernetic windows.

In cyberspace, they dare to ride.

Unfolding tales of wealth untold,

Yet mysteries lie in bytes, behold.

With each transaction, nodes align,

In cryptic language, they entwine.

The ledger grows, a labyrinthine maze,

Where fortunes shift in unseen ways.

But beware the volatility's might,

For fortunes won may fade from sight.

In this digital realm, where dreams collide,

One must tread cautiously, with eyes open wide.

Entangle is the web they spun,

Entangle, a race begun.

A revolution in finance's hold,

A story yet to fully unfold.

I have lived - Francis Ocran

 

Dried hard unbeaten soil,

Scrunchy, crump! The hole’s threnody,

Plunges the palms blain.

Grains of sweat wet the soil,

Mackling destiny windy snaky,

Where life begs the crimpy gain.

But I’ve lived, I breathed the soil,

And tasted toil’s penny

Where lives grow and failures grain.

(21/07/2022)

Quietude: Francis Ocran

Perching on the tree golden
Melodically I whistle enchanting songs
For the rumbling tumbling water,
The whirling windy wind
The  wriggling and waggling leaves
And the dozing dazzling sun
To rest behind the dusk
A homophonic harmony

Pestilence: Francis Ocran

Behold the pale horse of pestilence
Fearful but approaches loudly silence
Death is his angelic rider
Like vanished myth but slander
Smiting all that cross his path, a killer
Beyond the eyes but more than near
We milked complacency thinking we can bear
But his hooves sink, in our soul they spear
Splashing our blood like doctrinaire.

Gifts Of Feathers: Francis Ocran

Many years today ago
You were born a winner
The rainbow smiled graciously
You are now a beautiful soul.
Your matured golden wings
Are of many feathers of years.
So today I present to you
Many golden pots of wishes
Embedding warm glittering pleasantries
So may the morning sun
Splatter your tomorrow with blissfulness
May the dew sprang your seeds
And your many years ahead
Be peace,peace and more peace
Many gifts from many hearts to you
Happy earth day!
Happy womb escape day!
Happy birthday.

Petrichor: Francis Ocran

When music smells like petrichor
Blending the dozing dusk
It sweeps our feet amidst
Come! Today's red rose
Let's glue the moment together
Your grip's always warm
Enchanting black coffee
Wild in your red dress
All you need; a basket of fruits
Wander in the woods of love
And when you get  lost in my affection
I will rise and mount the horizon
And search even the lofty mountains
And the deepest valleys
Red riding rose Franbee
Slippery in her heels

Dilemma: Francis Ocran

To shine, to rain , to none
To  left or the right
Is the lofty mountain
Projecting heights beyond
And the sinking valley
Gets deeper under the feet
To keep the steps array
Or journey this path astray.
The lagging isn't the legs
But a dilema of a pendulum
Uncertainty creeps the heart
Wandering here and there
To take left or  the right
Is a dilemma drumming
In the souls of all
But the answers chim
Squeaking faintly in dilema

Aroma Of Memories: Francis Ocran

Here rides in our majestic king
Shrill cry in the wooden colt
Oh! Here's the star of David
Marching legions of stars
Angels,Shepherds and their fold
Spree their fleet of merries
And the men of the east
Before our king present
Gold, Myrrh and frankincense
Oh! A blazing smile from our Lord
The bells are ringing
Chumming in fresh the past
And the noses are smelling
Today and each year
And aroma of memories.

Cold and misty twilight
Wakes ecstatically the day
And the children comes whimpering
Oh! Our new Christmas dress
New disco shoes  and fanta squash
Christmas hats and spectacles
Palm Christmas mansion
A church, kitchen and rooms
And papa and mama's room
Dedicated and specially out of bounds
Old pans, buckets and bowls our dreams
They sweep our feet dancing
The gambling over rice and chicken
Then we fight over  bones and 'kanzo'
Even for papa and mama
Remember not their parenthood
But join the riot of 'kanzo'
All these bring to our memories
Times and moment past
Today and each year
An aroma of memories.

Oh! Less I forget
The swollen red nose clowns
Fearful faced  masquerades
Scare children joy away
They fled without their hats
Into the belly of their mothers
Its as if they never feel their fear
They visit each home till dusk
Little coins here and pennies afar
And folks offer with heart and smiles.
Uncles and aunties
Cousins and nephews
From the big cities
Spice up our memories
With Piccadilly  biscuit and coke
When today and each year arrive
We travel back to yesterday
And within our souls the bell chum
Ringing to all and everyone
An aroma of memories.

Dead Fishes Which Don't Swim: Francis Ocran

This thought that spins my head
I cannot lie to sleep
Before the cook I laid bear
My fleet of grievances
Wondering why she serves me soup
Of dead fishes which don't swim
Aren't my toil hard enough
To feed me living fishes?

Surrender: Francis Ocran

You became a born again
So many years ago without ages
You prefer to polish from dust
Yourself and your Bible
And take the last seat
With your multicolored dress
After church, you can't even
Recall what the preacher did
All this while you were glued
To your phone and the watch
Pendulum tolls you in and out
Of your mind to home
You take pictures with friends
Everyone hails to your name
But the last time you told the pastor
You feel shy to tell the gospel to friends
To sing and share testimony
But you aren't ashamed of your multicolor

Rain: Francis Ocran

I woke on a swirling black clouds
To wind ,to rain, to none
The hook and its bait on the withered plain
Waiting for a prey to swallow and be chocked
Cutlass should till fields not friends
Missiles should luanch balloons not homes
Diversity be a teacher and we his learners
Not to disjunct us as heaven and earth
We adore diverse creators
For our multicolor and multicultural
Meanwhile diversity is a rainbow
That can wake the unconscious folks
And make rain satisfy the withered plain
For our bait to catch a shoal not us

Hundred Suns Of Hope: Francis Ocran

These hundred of suns
Hibernating in our eyes
Is nothing we seem to care
So they flick in fragility
Today I send many suns
To the glare of all minds
With this ink I spill
Into my pool of tears
To master this fear
It comes,only once it happens
And I didn't even know
The period I was
But the life I lived
Another one's life
A must pleasing servant
I obey and salute
None but the good evil stepmother
Abuses were one and many
It pours on me all day
Heavy like yoke
That stiffened my spine
All then comes to numb
Like clown in a circus
Father enjoyed her tragic performance
His smiles applaud her deadly words
That dispatched my soul
My pitch clashed in my head
Bedwetted by tears each night
Tears not for the pains
That runs on my skin
Like rough paths of slavery
But the eyes to see another day of pains
Voiceless in the loud silence