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)

TO BE : Francisthepoet

To be or not to be.
The truth lies on the to-be.
You choose what you want to be.
What you don't want to be.
And what others want you to be.
Husband or wife to-be
Master or slave to-be
Wise or foolish to-be
Rich or poor to-be
Strong or weak to-be
Brave or coward to-be
Straight or crook to-be.
All what you want to be.
Or others want you to be.
You choose to be.
You are thinking of what you want to be?
What is meant to be is meant to be.
And what is not meant to be is not meant to be.
I don't think that's what you want to be.
Sometimes what is meant to be is not meant to be
And what is not meant to be is meant to be.
You choose to be or not to be.
Are you confused or trying to be?
That's what I wants you to be.
You choose  to be.

Temptation by Francis Ocran.

Temptation

Doom on that fateful day

Running errands for my master

Delivering package to his mistress

Not knowing my ambush is near

But I couldn't see it was so clear.

I Met Fear :francispoems

I met fear
One silent night
Dark in my room
He was too near and could not dare.
He was so fearsome
Red skin and rude kin
His eyes burn in rage
Nose fumes out anger.
His mouth pours failure
Goose pimples sprinkled on my body
My heart jumped into my mouth
My screaming only voiced in my mouth
In awe I became speechless and brainless.
Cowardice made me to shiver down my spine.
Sweat begins to rain out my pores
It cannot pause

UNTAMED CREATURE BY FRANCIS OCRAN

Untamed creature fumed in anger

I lie in wait to devour a prey

My heart jumps to my chest vigourosily

It begins to roar soarily

Revealing temperament hoarily

REAL ME ; POEM WRITTEN BY FRANCIS OCRAN

I am me , a living me
I can never be you but me
You cannot be me but me
You can resemble me but you are not me
You can never think like me because you are simply not me
I am not looking at you but me
I cant be who am not, I must be me.

LEGEND WITHIN POEM BY FRANCIS OCRAN

Twilight at distance,a brisky curve to maneuver. I feel burning sensation in my stomach. Fear gripped my human making me tremble at knee at the site of task ahead in life.