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)

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

This Temple : francispoems

This temple that own
Belong not my own
Of all the parts
And the marvel within
Belongs to a power
And I is of the lower

If this temple lives today 
It has a purpose to pay
A sanctuary to host
To save those lost.
But all in me I host
The stream of mirage
Which don't only drought
At the test of time
But unravel the perils of deceit

Desperate: francisthepoet

Men are always unsatisfied
Craving for everything 
Through every means
And through every ways
When we aren't getting what we want.
We become uncormfortable
We become desperate in everything
Desperate for wealth
Desperate for child
Desperate for marriage
Desperate for power and position
Desperate in our education
Desperate  to win
Desperate for our selfish interests
Desperate for things that will not last
Desperate! Desperate in everything.
We crave them at all cost
Not counting the end 

ALLEGIANCE by Francisocranpoems

I pledge allegiance
To Christ our Lord
The lamb of God
Not to the man of God
Nor my worth of gold
Neither my position and guard
But suffer the cross and good
To liberate men of rag
To the church of God.

FOUNDERS POEM BY FRANCIS OCRAN

Chronology of our faith

Begins from our father

Our founder Aposter Anim

Father of Pentecostalism

Founding patriach of our faith

Strong foundation that he laid

NAILED POEM WRITTEN BY FRANCIS OCRAN

He was nailed to be sacrificed

In order for my body to be sanctified

The stretched palm caused a strain but a drain of my stain.

POEM: SOULESS BY S.K. FRIMPONG

Strolling inside the painted forest

I came across an open treasure
As I wander in my soulless body
I feel the presence of your absence
So deeply that it hurts more than sweetness
I want to be on my own with you by my side