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Buds Of A Rose Planted Apart
We were bouquet from pine
Smelling of smiling ananas
But harmattan did twiddle our mingle . . .
Now what are the chances
That you would read me
Written on the wing
Of a baby dove
For the gale
That cast me South
And you North
Has turned a hurricane?
But I hope
The dove grow
To pierce the wind
And your heart!
I Hate Resolution!
I wish there were no resolution
In conflicts in war
Where duel combatants enter battle fields
Raising tension through tactical maneuvers
In fight best fought without uniform.
It is no size a gun that matters
If only it can cork
A pistol, rifle or shotgun depends on bullets
And when guns start to vomit
They sure fall for resolution
Ask for truce when out of bullets
To gather them and return for attack.
Commander instructs for change of poses
And replies often come in moans;
I wish I could cling to the neck of climax
But resolution often pulls me down.
Biography:
Born in Tamale, Ghana, Mohamed Shamsu-Deen had his tetiary education at Bagabaga College – where his passion for and practice of creative writing were evolved. His works have appeared in local and international anthologies. He is a professional classroom teacher and a certified visual artist, who writes poetry, prose and critiques.
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