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)

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

Beautiful Real : Francisocran poems

Roses embed love

Brewed in proudly scented buds

Breeding a lot of 'forget me nots'

In every know shapes

Clothed in many colors,

Dwell my bosom upon

Let’s cling those soft palms

And that starving lips

Let’s dream forever

We are great together.