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  to make this strong will not depart

  Mr. President:

  You preached so well today on TV like my youth Pastor

  We need both your food and sermon

  When we are energized enough

  we can stay awake and walk along

  the long talks without a yawn

  I learned that

  when you are there for others

  you won’t stumble or toil.

  Your memories like good seeds

  will fall on their fertile soil

  and water filled in their eyes’ banks

  will be nourishment for our land

  the moment those watery windows begin to rain

  ONE OF A KIND

  Everything we do

  cheap talk will find employment

  Don’t let your human imperfection

  kill your beautiful spirit

  The talkers will always talk

  that’s their impression

  Find courage and still walk,

  the inner urge will filter the polluted airwaves

  Every beautiful facial expression

  I give

  I won’t fool myself

  It may not be accepted by all

  I won’t let that deny me

  From letting it be beautiful

  Bitter or better,

  I won’t let my shine stop

  I belong to the top

  Sometimes it feels like rain

  because the more I wish for it to stop

  the more, my eyes’ water are on top

  Blessings drawn from lessons

  I will never forget one thing

  if I am privileged to own a hand

  I will dare lend it out

  and, in the absence of limbs

  I have a heart

  That is willing to atone for love’s seek

  BEFORE NOW AND THEN

  Before the blessings

  came the lessons

  Before the light

  we embraced the lonely nights

  Before the might

  this inner being crawled through each fight

  Behind this smile

  came pushing the extra-mile

  Before the lifeline

  there once lived a scary deadline

  Before Better

  we tasted bitter

  Never becomes forever

  if we endure the fever

  Sometimes no matter how sad

  stirred emotions or feelings we had

  To be glad

  is to stay true to yourself!

  DON’T JUDGE ME

  Have you taken the pain?

  to ask why I act so insane?

  Do you know why I’ve been detained?

  Can you tell what I gained?

  Don’t judge me

  Before you begin, walk with me in their shoes

  Don’t even try to ask me whose

  If you knew how I felt in the soles of my feet

  you would call me home for treat

  Don’t judge me

  What happened to me could happen to you

  You don’t look so far from the rue

  Know the circumstances

  before you cook the instances

  because it’s true of the old adage

  that “let not the pot call the kettle black”

  Don’t judge me

  Of course you could hand me a piece of advice

  but don’t make plans to devise

  because they might not suffice

  Just revise

  but don’t judge me

  I CHOOSE

  I choose to be happy

  whether the day pulls a muscle or a miss

  I will still walk my way through.

  I’m fashioned inside with bliss

  I choose to be me

  Lonely or a nuptial companion

  Daily battles

  The deals feel real

  Each designed moment

  I am a surviving champion

  I choose to embrace my hard

  Our hard is different

  but not more difficult] from others’

  Maybe you wouldn’t be able carry mine

  or I will breakdown with yours

  What I know is there is no easy way out

  but, I still choose to be happy

  I choose to be happy

  Approved or not

  Loved or ignored

  Wanting or waiting

  I have found the right person

  to make me happy

  It is not you, it’s me

  A WOMAN’S HEART

  A woman’s heart is as deep as a well

  Holding the deepest secrets; both bitter and sweet

  It can withhold both tears and laughter to swell

  but God created her specially to be able to stand the heat

  A woman’s heart is as fragile as an egg

  and must be handled with much care and love

  Together with soothing songs and not a dirge

  keep her as safe as a dove

  A woman’s heart is as precious as gold

  shining radiantly and glittering in the glow

  Requires regular refining to prevent it from becoming old

  She perseveres and will never let go

  A woman’s heart is as sweet as honey

  and cannot be bought with money

  but with care, love, understanding and determination

  So respect every woman in your own narration

  REFLECTIONS

  I guess I’m creating a positive image

  because I don’t wish to see you in rage

  especially in this age

  even though I don’t earn a wage

  It’s something I can’t easily envisage

  but I didn’t believe in the reportage

  I only relied on the sage of the lord

  to create a new page

  I went on a voyage

  hoping I don’t end up with a savage

  because I didn’t want to be ravaged

  so I sought for patronage

  I bet you I had the courage

  but I ended up with the old adage

  about birds in a cage

  hovering around on a garbage

  These are the reflections from way back

  The future is bright and not dark

  I know I have in store a pack

  Let’s meet at the back

  to replay the track

  Sweet payback

  MORE OF US

  I see more

  when my eyes rain

  beyond their watery shores

  Sometimes some nights

  show us the light

  to reveal our individual hidden might

  and wakes us up in the middle of night

  with a reason to smile

  Sometimes we toss and fight

  battles in our mid-sleep

  wandering several miles

  giving us fever

  Nothing of value comes easy

  nor will they last forever

  Let it rain

  I no longer feel the pain, anymore

  When my eyes rain

  beyond their watery shores

  I no longer see me

  I see US

  Our spring rising; smiling

  beyond our empty selves

  soaked into our nuptial happy dew!

  PUZZLE OF MYSTERY

  I imagine how I came by this puzzle

  It has totally left me with a dazzle

  that I seem not to understand.

  How then do I take a stand?

  Help me solve this puzzle

  because I can no longer bear the hustle

  that comes with this maze

  I can’t help but gaze

  Why the twists and turns in this puzzle?

  I have no choice but to go through the bustle

  of this sudden mediocrity

  which ends with insecurity<
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  Where will this puzzle end me?

  Did I hear you say a castle?

  Ha-ha, it won’t even reach an ox’s muzzle

  so I better relax with a sparkle

  IT’S DAY BREAK

  It’s already morning

  I’m not really mourning

  and I’m not used to moaning

  but the truth is dawning

  It’s day break

  The cock is crowing

  Everyone is rolling

  Work is calling; school is calling

  Don’t be lobbying

  It’s day break

  The clock is ticking

  so don’t be sinking

  but be winking

  at the future’s glittering

  It’s day break

  Life’s pages are flipping

  I don’t want to be slipping

  because it’s not about rushing

  just a matter of waiting

  It’s day break

  HOLD ME

  Something great happened

  on this beautiful day:

  I’m blessed with hands

  to touch

  feel reality and give much

  All I want to do

  Someday when my feet are too weak

  to carry me along

  don't leave me in the mid-way

  Please, don’t let me go

  [Remember my heart is human as yours]

  Hold me

  with your gentle hands

  Whisper it to the air

  Tell the ocean to meet the sky

  to give me a steady rise

  Look not at my face

  before you wonder what you’ll gain

  to wipe away my eyes’ pains

  Your touch can’t be replaced.

  All I need is someone

  to tell me everything will be alright

  I admire self-belief

  I am no fool

  to boast of a host of infinite inspiration

  Hold me

  I need you

  Yes, YOU

  Feel free,

  Draw closer,

  Hold me,

  a bit tighter

  like forever is now

  Let your warmth

  be the muse to inspire

  my fond memories

  Hold me

  and let me fall asleep

  again like a baby

  Like the days

  when I used to weep

  without feeling the pain

  ILLUSIONS

  I never believed in accidents

  until you appeared in my tent

  took away my tears

  and left me with no fears

  I never believed in miracles

  until you became part of my article

  I had to consult the oracle

  but I ended up in your receptacle

  I never believed in dreams

  until you ended up my theme

  I knew you’ll be a part of my scheme

  and the leader of my team

  I never believed in fairy tales

  until you told me love tales

  Please stay with me as we sail

  because I want to be hailed and not to fail

  LIFE GOES ON

  When love fails

  I’ll try again

  When seasons fade away

  I will stay

  When emotions sway

  I’ll still be here

  When memories hurt

  I’ll feel no harm

  I’ll heal by my tears

  cleansed charm

  When promises break

  I’ll learn

  I’ll try again

  I will stay

  I am still here

  I’ll heal by tears

  [through the cuts and hurts]

  I’ll feel no harm

  As I learn

  My genes have metamorphosed

  Someday Heaven will complete my tale!

  DECEPTION

  Everything you told me was in line

  As if the rainbow fed on your shine

  I believed we could build castles in the air

  but you’re now back to the first square

  I can’t actually fathom your reasons

  You really made them match the seasons

  Hmmmm! That’s weird creativity

  because you almost had my sensitivity

  Never imagined you would joke with my feelings

  You’ve left me weeping and on the ground I’m kneeling

  I wish I could throw you off my ceiling

  but I don’t think I can go through the emotional healing

  If only I could turn back the clock’s hands

  I would be more careful before stepping into the sand

  Pray you still meet me with the kindest reception

  but remember you left me with an indelible deception

  WANTS

  I want to be rich

  I won’t chase the pretty girls

  I’ll chase away

  all the greedy politicians of our day

  I want to be a professor

  I won’t be the-big-grammar type

  I’ll be a student to my students

  to learn more every day

  If I were a child again

  I won’t cry over what I didn’t have

  I would have saved all my precious tears

  to water all the withering flowers

  I cherish what I hold now

  because the more I want, the more I get

  The more I get, the more I want

  THE REASON

  The reason I hold on

  amidst a weary and a wrinkled palm

  I believe

  a travelling teardrop will fill me

  to occupy the empty rooms

  They may no longer

  believe in us

  Something inside me moves stronger

  and makes me feel alive

  and real again

  The reason I hold on

  fingers that pointed at us

  may have already made up their mind

  The only energy that may be left

  is to walk away

  Someday, my light will be bright

  The voices may brag

  My mortal flesh may also be tempted

  to add a say

  When I take a mental excursion

  I won’t spend much energy for wandering

  A mute button for my fallible ego

  is enough nourishment for my soul

  My veins feel chills and thrills too

  My feelings are not numb

  [just because I am calm]

  This silence is not dumb

  I may be broken

  but there is a little piece still living

  that gives me a million reasons

  To keep moving on-and-on-and-on

  I am the reason I hold on

  I AM A STORY

  I have a story to tell

  I’m sure it will sell very well

  and would also ring a bell

  It can also cast a spell

  A mystery to unravel

  Hmmm! You can’t imagine what I’m about to reveal

  It could sweep you off your feet

  and make you show your teeth

  A parable to interpret

  This might sound crazy but I mean it

  You’re left with the good, bad and ugly to separate

  All you’ve got to do is to read it

  A promise to fulfil

  I can’t afford to break it

  It will leave you with a thrill

  that you can’t forget me

  Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for your support.

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  Without YOU, I am no me!

  Biography of Author:

  Wilson Ayinbangya Amooro, known inte
rnationally as Wilson the Poet ‘Mandela’ , has won recognition for creating poetry that speaks deeply of the human experience. Drawing from his own experiences of life, love, faith, and loss, his work has garnered him praise from awarding bodies and the appreciation of his fans. He began writing in 2003 at the age of 14, when his first piece entitled "Mother's Love" won him the second runner up prize in a national competition organized by Nestle Ghana Limited. He continued to write poetry, and began gaining more exposure in 2013 when his work received acknowledgment by the United Nations via the International Organization for Migration (IOM). That year he was featured on Top Radio 103.1 in Accra, Ghana, and in the annual edition of Gong Gong Magazine. His poetry has been featured in the poetry anthology "Breaking Silence: Poetic Lifeline From Slavery to Love." His work can also be found in the Amazon-published anthology "Nelson Mandela Tributes," and he regularly video blogs performances of his works. Wilson is an active member of Poetry Foundation Ghana, and the Ghana-based People of Equal Thoughts and Spirit (P.O.E.T.S).

  He is also a CosmiKids Ghana representative and Hunter School friend in New Hampshire USA. As a published poet and author, Wilson is launching a permaculture poetry contest with middle and upper school students. Hunter's School (P4) Pen Pal Project is a global youth collaborative celebrating children and nature. Bringing together schools and organizations from across the globe for sharing and learning. He and the Development Director of the Hunter School will be publishing a book of children’s poetry and photos of the experience.

  Aside from writing poetry, Wilson is also passionate about astronomy. He founded Young Astronomers Ghana in 2010, which is still active today. As a profession, he is a practicing nurse. He also has a "Naming X" merit from organization Father’s Film U.K.

  Wilson's philosophy of life and work can be summed up in a simple quote:

  ‘’The more I love, the more I grow; the more I grow, the more I love’’---Wilson ‘thePoet’ Mandela.

  Wilson's artful way of crafting words from the raw materials of personal experience and emotion continues to win him fans. His poetry is a testament to his life, and also serves as a touchstone for all those who read and relate to his words.