MISSING YOU

MISSING YOU
The road we took is empty today,
A wrong turn in an empty street,
Living only the avenue tree on the highway,
Those beautiful birds would've say hay!
Not anymore, the story has changed today,
The clouds is moving apart,
Where you see the white in fade,
Where do I find my gay?
As this thoughts keep saying hi!
Your hand on the phone, calling to say bye?
Not so? I feel empty to die in shy,
The kisses you left are drying on the lips,
I feel doomed like Odysseus and labouring ships,
Off the sun, my heart lies in eclipse,
I dare not to walk, I fear for slips,
As you stand as my heart eye,
The weather in fight with the rose, she dries,
Is it time for bees to say bye?
The stormy weather in cold she teases me,
As I stand in the shoes of the ship in the deep sea,
Shaken, worry, where the sailors fall in the deep sea,
Missing me, missing you, leaving me,
Thoughts blurry like the bat eye,
But the love tree stand deep in the loam sand,
Flourished like the mango tree in April,
Thy fruit I want to suckle to sip in May,
It seasonal, the light will brighten on the darkness,
As the sunflower open it heart to the sun,
Time will tell,
A hello call I dreamt in time,
As I wait for her kiss to sting me.
MISSING YOU
@jcsonjenuis

FAVOR

FAVOR
At your door again today,
Knocking for a response of favor,
The troy of your creative mind and skills,
Which calls for a welcoming suiting art,
I'm at your door,
Still knocking on this sapele wood,
The sound of a voice I seek,
Not a present voice of a wood,
My thought and my feelings in this history books,
Thy heart is clean and cleanse with this tall broom,
With your favors you took this stool,
A king with a clean heart you rule,
We lay in act of gracious kindness,
On floor, the cloth lies in happiness,
Why wont the legs walketh in truth,
The love has change,
As the evil throws out it bait,
Favor? Where is that? When it in fade,
The souls are down in cold,
There lies the intestines, dry in hunger,
Where is favor?
The citizens are out of this behavior,
Should this inner pain drain favor?
As our slaves seek favor not freedom,
The jailer has taken the lands we fought for,
For our start of life owes our master,
Whiles we still seek for his favor,
Where do we see the freedom,
On this hills we stand far from the grains,
For she will still beg for alms,
In the darkest tree of her own lands,
Where is the favor now?
The road has turn and nothing is free.
Favor!!!
@jcsonjenuis

LEAVING AND LEFT

LEAVING...

You set ur feathers strong to fly over this sea,
We stand behind this banks to wave your sailing ship,
With our tattered emotions we hold in hands,
Smiles will fall on toes,
When we see you in the next morning,
Then a new day is born and our milk teeth is no more,
Our emotions has reap from sorrow as laughter greet us,
For now the bags will full,
As you wave us,
To sell your fruits,
Your beautiful thought I will preach and more,
We believe in few market days we shall meet,
For we shall barter trade my sorrows now for happiness,
I sit to wait,
Time will tell.
@jcsonjenuis

Left

Then I heard, I heard the unbelievable
blood froze, veins got choked
And state could define goosebumps!
The dream of hoping to wake up
To awake from some slumber
goodbye was never our term
A shadow I stand in yours,
But where do shadows leave their
real images?
True at some point,
and it comes back
But on the left,
you left, leaving memories in minds park,
And thoughts all over unrest,
Whiles in the minds pond,
 I never stopped pondering
How about leaving at the appropriate time?
Hitting the phone to ring,
It won't take a dime,
Leaving a notice would say hi!
So I am sure of your existence elsewhere hey!
Yes! I stand dreaming!
And  yet to awake!
Did you know my thoughts?
This absence could be short,
In the well busy putting
my beard to quench,
Sorry but no one cries too much over spilt milk,
But my throat dries in thirst,
Loved ones seemed to have
moved on, in dirt,
But the depth of hearts
projects memories of you in claps
She? Those sweet pies,
 LEFT! I wave this hands.

@perto-writes

In memory of a dearest
Gifty-Truth.

BLINDSIDED

Blindsided

Blood oozes from the leg strike on a stone,
Where do I find the shadows from the thick trees in the forest?
The dark side of this life throne,
I walk with my eyes infront as my back unrest,
How safe I'm without the tortoise shell,
Where the rat looks blurry I coach the hot sun,
The losing feet of the blind in the sea sand,
My short life without a bone,
The black magic I tied on my blindsided,
The third eye on top of the tortoise shell,
Ibudu, the god's lost son,
Behind the mountains climax sun,
When will the sea stop saying bye to the pebbles?
Will it be when the dust bury as blindsided?
The bat's smiles I dreamt in the dark night,
Where the sight for my direction is in my blindsided,
 The chest of the wind broad in sight,
Where will this dust hide in a corner I won't find,
Whiles thy thought sweep this path like wind,
My strength in the back palm of the brewing tree,
Who seize my blind though I dance the wine,
I fall on my backside with the spear of the blacksmith,
She? A stranger pill for my death, a fear of mankind,
The tenderness of the breast I fall on blindside,
The chest of the oak tree I lay behind,
Century will pass I leave among the rotten leaves,
On low on the loam I leave with ancestors,
Shy live I took from the blindsided,
A barter trade the world will measure in my deaf dead.

Jcsonjenuis

TRAVELERS

TRAVELERS

Loose the ropes,
We sail to the west on this seas,
On this new lands we will cope,
Let the birds flocks up as we see,
Peace in my heart I cry to see,
The baby I left behind with hope,
His milk teeth in palm I leave with peace,
For mummy will return when it new,
 His cries in mind I will lay on,
Mummy shall return soon,
My soul will write to you,
For the kids at the carwash will brain wash you,
Where is mummy? And where do you stand?
On the mountain picking sticks, I've you in mind,
 Believe you choose this shoes among the troops,
On this war field I battle to blow a flute,
The sound of it for our future,
Where will the smiles be? The fruit of the flute,
The sweat weeding all this land, just for you,
A hardworking in pay will reflect your smiles,
These luggage on shoulders to say bye,
"The Answers" A rose, in tatters on the garden path,
Life lashing us with wrath,
The fears from toils like spoilt brat,
They run back to their toils like there is no pain,
In returning there will be full of grains,
Our homes will welcome this with forgetful smiles.


Jcsonjenuis-writes

LOVE FARMERS

LOVE FARMERS

You're loyal to my sick throne,
A monarchy you respect and adore,
A throne you're slave to and will die for,
When will you say no to this call,
A kings call you're ready to kill for,
I will knight you for'ur loyal calls,
Which miles and acres will you cross to trade,
 I can see you've enough fruits at heart,
I will harvest my grains for this fruits in ur heart,
This my lands are hungry for your barter trade,
 There will be no need to feel hate,
The sun are hot and I fear some will perish and fade,
 For this love fruits I''ve plenty at the gate,
Gather those baskets n where're your sacks?
You thought I won't ask,
This honey I prepared for your sweet heart,
Where to? Fill this heart gallons without tax,
There will be only counter purchase on this heart bags,
Your love eggs I seek in this baskets,
The king will knight your rebirth,
She will smile to his test,
Where will the love be?
In the heart of his harvest,
For this life, somethings are meant to be,
Where we believe our hearts will be free,
Where on this land can we cultivate the love,
Here, away from the crows we grow the love,
See it beautiful grains in this hands,
For it beautiful harvest you'll have the trust,
Let hold hands to dig this heart,
Where we'll lay this love grains to earth,
Believe shout of smiles we'll have at end.

Jcsonjenuis-writes

HER LOVE POEM

HER LOVE POEM

If I should smile, something should kindle it,
Maybe I should address how'ur lips lie on this tongue,
Really? I could share to world standing on this ark,
How your lips wine pours in my heart,
I feel boozy and my heart is naked,
Truly, but I dont know why?
It so deep, why asked why?
This should''ve been her birthday poem,
But I've something to show them,
Her movie so deep in love with a guy,
In the 2000's she tripped for Owen,
A smiling cute lemming,
That love I could say for only me,
When I watch and she plays,
Freshly opened one aside team,
The history behind those pleasure park,
Tells the waterfowl family hi!
She welcomes me to Porto,
Where my love ship sails to her port, Oporto!
For her treasury I trade in Gold Coast,
This is her LOVE poem, I wrote with toast,
Cheers, wine up, the red ones are boost,
Freshing up in this loving sink,
For my passion have made me vonurable,
I feel unwise on this journey,
As the desire has left me bat blind,
Where, when your heart in palm I find?
With chains of alphabets I write your poem

Jcsonjenuis-writes

THE BLACKLIST

The blacklist


The step to take, was hard to figure
Some kind of massive and spirit filled one
Who was I and what could I ever wanted?
I was loved, protected, defended
And yet traces of hypocrisy haunted and laughed at me.
And I allowed it.
Useless Series  of soul search
And that self consolation, I wondered
How to give a better term.
Some force it could be
Yes! But I thought I was strong
I thought I trusted myself better
And I wonder who my other self could be
I'd like to welcome the newest creation in me
A help from above
And I dare to invest every bit of it
Starting with a blacklist...
I still feel laughed at
But this fight really isn't mine
It has been way dedicated
I am sorry, but face who honoured this.

Perto-writes

OH MUMMY!!!

OH MUMMY!! (O'pre)

Hey pop up the champagne,
Guys where is the cake,
We're marking mums birth,
Since 1960's we are 60,
Her kids remembered it first?
True mum she has been,
Her breast milk has fed us to be seen,
I bet you her song I sing,
It been welcomed by the great ones,
She has been the step, we took?
Sure we the young ones,
The great knew in the 1960's,
We took over at 50,
Then now her new looks at 60,
A fresh woman with new salvation,
Oh! O'pre, my lovely nation,
Why nation? Her kids holds this pillars you sleep in,
Mother Ghana renowned daughter, oh mummy!
Where do I stand to point a left finger?
Your works manifest in my actions, oh mummy!
Those future I see walking in your directions,
Where the arms opens and smiles are brighter,
Our Grand kids are welcomed on your strong laps,
On a journey you will continue your great lullabies,
Sing to our souls as we fly high,
Oh Mummy!!

Jcsonjenuis-writes

THE MARKET PLACE

MARKET PLACE

Shout sound for identity,
When, where to break the chain of attention?
With different colors of shape set the mind boggling,
The sun rays smiles on their toils,
Free me, my hat shy the speaking sun,
For the kids at home stomach watches heaven,
Hunger negotiate how much I pay to fill these sacks,
The mouth shout to scream for just a penny,
In the end we leave our toils to the dust,
We sat and shout our intestines,
For our future we say,
But where lies it, is there any?
Multiples of ants surrounds this sweet sugar,
Truly it a market day,
But I live for home with my tongue sour,
She baffles in shout, you dont say,
Again, where lies the shout in my toils,
The sun understand why the stream dries in days,
It a shame? No, now one understand her toils,
The pity ones are her fisheries,
For there is no market place for her exhibits?
Insults pointed at her blunt knife,
Where is the stone to sharpen? Hmm!!
For her market is off,
Trust me, soon you will see her engulf in smiles,
That is a new market place.

Jcsonjenuis-writes

HOMECOMING

HOMECOMING

Her luggage in armpit she comes from that perspective,
The sweat walking on forehead you dont see,
The mass and weight, I guess only Newton feels,
The sight of soldiers homecoming thrills her heart,
Really? Yea, she has dreamt enough through this lonely nights,
You hear me soldier, all your thoughts for kid and wife?
Thy pledge to the nation is over now?
No this time a wife,
Seriously? We guys have been waiting for the night,
Join us at the bar, let empty the pub,
When crashed sound of bottles meet sight to unity,
It is time for the old school boy to return,
That sight of smile on that neighborhood girl,
It a homecoming,  let our smiles be like air.

Did you hear how the cemetery spoke?
How close are you to dirt?
Some are there, when are we returning?
We have been strangers on this lands,
Is it slavery? If no, we still report to our master,
The sorrow as we leave for our own lands,
Why the sorrow? The assets left on that lands,
How will I be received for the this homecoming?
In a melting oil or in molded gold?
Soldier, where does this war unfold?
I feel I die like any man,
Maybe a wrong states of mind,
Only the father and son have it in mind,
A nice supper for your homecoming?
Just this life true worth we've to find,
Paper show he bought his for seventy-years,
There're stories to tell,
Yes we still awaits,
It a homecoming, let await our fate.

Jcsonjenuis-writes