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

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?

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

who am I? : francispoems

I don’t know who I am any more

Unknown creature

A skinny lad soldier

I survived on death’s arena

I fought death's command

Made to wear his mark

Wrote with his pen

Serving death

 His poignant bloody meals

With pain in my heart

I slaughtered with his pen

Dripping souls bloodily

A pool under my feet

Imprisoning my humanity

And my love growing cold

I abused the fragile

Killed the strong

I had no choice

Than eat the meal of death

And survive each day

The evil I groomed

Hunted my existence

Ruling my day

Each day a cost to pay

QUILL ;francisthepoet.

I feel like scribing

My quill oozing bloodily

The parchment drinking my mind

Into his empty belly

I wish it lives on

I want to make it clear

To the ear that can hear

Assemble under the odum tree

Let me vomit the choke

That’s eats up the throat

I want to be free

I want to exist without fear

And quench all oppressors

With the pride of myself

I won’t hide my zeal

If you still trembling

To voice out and stand out

My quill has got all

Republic Colonised ( spoken word): Francisthepoet

On that fateful day in July
Her tender voice wasn't a lullaby
But a shril cry at birth
That threw the whole land
Into uproar of joy and freedom
Our land was born
Freedom spell in the air
With joy we welcome her
And betrothed her to rich heritage
Her destiny was beyond colours.

CHRONICLES OF ANAS: Francisthepoet

I'm the son of our land
Once a toddler in mother's hand
Chosen out of numerous sons
Just one of a kind
Within my eyes, I saw it
Yes a twist of clouds
Telling tales of elites
Eating into our skin
Like cancer

We are Africans by Francisthepoet

We are proudly Africans
We are dark and black
We do not lack
Dwelling on a land of gold
Where life began
Where technology began
Where painting began
Yes in caves
We started our own fire
We dwell with the wild
The wild dwell with us
Fear is not our option.

PEACEFUL LAND POEM BY FRANCIS OCRAN

Pedestrans strolling on the streets daily
Cloud in expensive elegant apparels.
Exchanging greetings with handshake and smiles beaming brightly widening their lips.
Our face lightened each day but our soul in total intranquility.