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.

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

PERFECT WORLD OF LOVE : Francisthepoet

Perfect world of love
Only handful enjoy
Rest in the wrong world
Yes with the wrong person
Their problems are dozen
Their love and affection frozen
In hatred it thaws rotten
Their love tells a tragedy
 Simply because we all got reasons to love someone
Some crave for loaf
Some desire a companion
A true companion

LOVE IN THE WOODS by Francisthepoet

Alone in the woods
Far from the hoods
Where the spider spins love
Where butterflies are fairies
Where stream babbles love
Where bud blooms love
Where roses spread affection
Affection so infectious
Like a mole
Spreading around my heart
It strangled me to deaf
That I could not hear
The trees whisper
The bird evying our moment
The dried leaves rattle under our feet with discomfort.



Alone in the woods
Her pulse is audible
In her eyes are words
Words that can binds us forever
Forever in our loom
Loom to brew our love
We are alone
Perfectly same as clone
We can never be disturbed by Argonne.
Entangled in our serene allophone
Together as chaperone
Love in the woods
Far from the hoods

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.

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

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.

ISLAND BY FRANCIS OCRAN

Lonely on my island always
There I dine and ripe always
Alone always
Lonely always
My thoughts separated away
Far from among men
Prisoned in my island pen
Grasping  for help in my den
I can't seek help then
Lonely and separated like sick hen
I can't cure with Yen
Wanted to get close when?

LOVE HAS GOT A FLESH by Francis Ocran

Love has got a flesh
My voyage to find love
Ended my vague argument and doubt
Abstract love is a myth
Mastery of heart is her
My heart saw her



Love has got a flesh
She is a child
Beautiful as roses
Sweet fragrance
French perfume
Spreading all over
Broad lips like water lilly
Red as lipstick and not an option
She kept me in her affection
Her delectable convex lid is a passion
Affection is her mansion
So I can't escape from her portion.

BLOOD ON OUR STREETS by Francis Ocran.

Panic plungs in our heart every twilight

In the night fear grips us under our rooofs.

We partly faints from strange door knocks.

We only sleep with one ear awakened.

But evil attack us and take what belong to us with rage and furiousity.

I AM BUT NEVER BE poem by Francis Ocran

Always I am but have never be. 
Beginning I was created to exist.
I am million years ago
The truth is I have never be
My existence has always been today

Many wish to perform a task in me

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