contemporary poetry – mr

Where I come from…

By: mr_asante March 23, 2016March 21, 2018

PoetryAfrica, African poetry, contemporary poetry, creative, creative writing, Ghana, poetry., West Africa22 Comments

I come from a place where good morning means nothing A place where respect is earned Not by Face value But by the lining in my pocket. I come from a place where Dabidabi 3b3y3 yie is the national anthem Sang for some 61 years and yet nothing seems to fathom All I hear is 3nd3 di3…

What Happens At Dawn

By: mr_asante March 10, 2016

Little Musings, narrative, PoetryAfrica, African poetry, art, contemporary poetry, creative, creative writing, Dawn, Ghana, Inspiration, poetry., USA13 Comments

What happens at dawn? Do you not wonder? When sleep shifts from 5th to 3rd. Ignore the 4th For forth comes the lazy 2nd. Till you land on the 1st – gear of sleep The 1st person to wake. Mama Akos. The sound and strength of her short broom against the hard concrete floor. Like…

Eve’s Picasso.

By: mr_asante September 1, 2015September 1, 2015

Poetryart, contemporary poetry, creative, creative writng, Painting, Picasso, poetry.1 Comment

Plastic girls in their plastic world Making men fume with their plastic chord Tis this fakery that binds them all Strangling and struggling In their plastic core Once upon a time, tis cliché When all but her innocence remained She found Picasso’s brush as it lay This – the beginning of a fuss and a…

The Metallic Coffin – Inspired by W.B. Yeats’ “The Second Coming”

By: mr_asante August 28, 2015August 28, 2015

PoetryAfrica, African poetry, art, contemporary poetry, creative writing, thesecondcoming, WBYeats11 Comments

Turning and turning in the shaking trotro The mate cannot hear the passengers Coins fall apart; the polythene bag cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the driver. The blood-stained abuse is loosed, and everywhere The innocence of the driver’s mother is drowned; The insults lack conviction, while the worst of the passengers Are full…

MADNESS – Not Poetry; A Narrative.

By: mr_asante August 17, 2015August 17, 2015

narrativeAfrican poetry, art, contemporary poetry, creative writing, Death16 Comments

She sits by the roadside – a mixture of calm and confusion. Madness becomes her. On her rock she sits, crossed- legged. Her clothes, a myriad of silhouettes. The light plays a number on her. A revelation here, skin there. Exposed? Yes! Barely? Yes! She sits on her rock smoking her cigarette – a mixture…

An Interview

By: mr_asante January 16, 2014January 16, 2014

Little MusingsAfrica, art, contemporary poetry, creative, fun, Ghana, poetry., USA3 Comments

I sat down close to her. Propped myself up. Did she notice it? I pushed up my glasses. I shifted a little in my chair. Did she notice it this time? “So Mr. Adam…” Oh no!! She is talking to me. My lashes Pat too much. Ok don’t move your hands. Maybe she won’t notice.…

Je suis Fatigue – Not poetry, An Explanation.

By: mr_asante January 12, 2014

Little Musingsart, contemporary poetry, love, lust., poetry.8 Comments

A propagation of the truth will leave the scholarly in vagueness As to why a damsel in her 21st century still feels distress See that? Yes I’m tired of writing proper English To explain to you damsels how life tingles I mean, I owe know thing nothing Yet, today I sit, turning in this widening…