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.

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

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.

FATHERS: Francisthepoet

Anatomy of knowledge
An epitomy of wisdom
You are every family freedom
Keeper and breadwinner
Provider of shelter
Your paws hold us further
Your absence breeds shatter
Up and down children Helter
High and low skelter
Worrying mother;sadder
But your presence rain peace.

MOTHERS POEM BY FRANCIS THEPOET

Silent into midnight

Her agonizing voice 

Tear through the thick dark night

Making the little lamp flickering

Sweating profusely

Moaning and groaning hopelessly

Terrible shreik and pain

Excruciating pain

PINK VALENTINE by Francis Valentine

Pink valentine

A day to dine and wine

Not too much

Just a gift of latch

To find your match

In order to patch

Not to apart and detach

NEW YEAR AROMA POEM BY FRANCIS OCRAN

The aroma of the new year

I could smell it ,an excitement too near

The powerful aroma makes me sigh

The new season gives my passion high

I could feel a new sense of humanity and a course to undertake in the new year.

Dusk And Twilight poem by Francis Ocran

The long shadow of the dusk-evening-time stealing the vision through the valleys .

Twilight births as birds chirp in whirligig