Psalms of praise: francisthepoet

Oh! Barren land
Abandone in the deep surround
Rejected and deserted
Now my darkness enlightened by a ray
My life the blood pay
My  land is full of rain
Abundance of grain
My hand therefore I raise
To unleash my Psalms of praise.

Rise up: francisthepoet

Rise up and dream
Real dreamers don't sleep
They dream whiles awake
It's time to stop dreaming and awake
If you continue in slumber
Poverty will attack you like a slander
Make hay whiles the sun shine
Make bricks whiles there is hay
Indolence prison opulence
Always hard knocks
If you have clock
Let the clock tick
You can make it
Just rise and be counted

TO BE : Francisthepoet

To be or not to be.
The truth lies on the to-be.
You choose what you want to be.
What you don't want to be.
And what others want you to be.
Husband or wife to-be
Master or slave to-be
Wise or foolish to-be
Rich or poor to-be
Strong or weak to-be
Brave or coward to-be
Straight or crook to-be.
All what you want to be.
Or others want you to be.
You choose to be.
You are thinking of what you want to be?
What is meant to be is meant to be.
And what is not meant to be is not meant to be.
I don't think that's what you want to be.
Sometimes what is meant to be is not meant to be
And what is not meant to be is meant to be.
You choose to be or not to be.
Are you confused or trying to be?
That's what I wants you to be.
You choose  to be.

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.

CHAIN OF SEGREGATION: Francisthepoet

Once when boys were men
On the lonely island of pen
In the center of the ocean
Poverty wasn't a word
Wealth was mutual
Fathers and sons united
Until he visited our gathering
Greased our land with contempt
There poverty became a word
And wealth became greed
His chains brought humiliation
Whips of segregation
Parting fathers and sons

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.