The secret admirer.

From a distance I gazed at her with passionate admiration.

Admiration that leaves my heart pounding like the coal engine of a train.

And a strong force that draws me to her like the North magnetic pole pulls

The north pointing end of a compass  needle.

The elegance of her colour ,the long black strands of her hair,

The beautifully shaped contours of her being and the dignity with which she appears

 keeps  my eye focusing in her direction till she disappears .

The fragrance of this love I feel for her is kept from diffusing .

And yet each time she shows up, the molecules of this feeling collides till am lost.

Within the confines of my world,

therefore let the flying bird take this message to pretty and

sing this beautiful melody of love into her ears;

Let the butterfly dance to this melodious hymn of love before her eyes.

And together, gently, romantically and softly tell her how I feel about her.

And ask her to be mine.

BREAK-UP FEELINGS

I seriously hurt daily.

 My  heart beats rapidly

My eyes soaks up tears easily.

And honestly I feel so lonely.

I've gotten to the end of the line.

With no hope to make me feel fine.

She broke my heart and refused to be mine.

Now see, I've become a friend to wine.

Beautiful memories of her makes me feel like dying.

Cos without her I feel there's no cause for living.

Oh how I planned to spoil her with love everlasting.

But here I am,feeling much more pain for loving.

We shared beautiful times on every single date.

And journeyed through love at a very progressive rate

Only for her to wave good- bye to me at the gate.

And say we aren't meant to be together by fate.

LORD!, I can't even concentrate.

I cry, tears rolls down my eyes,

And I feel so cold as if I've been placed on ice.

I ask, why me ? Anytime I look into the skies.

So all you said you felt for me were lies.

You flirty lady so wise, be careful the way you play your dies.

So you aren't caught up in your own vice.

I think about her anytime am alone.

I felt she was going to be a bone of my bone.

But now I'll restrict her from calling my phone.

Cos I don't even wish to hear her ringing tone

I know by now she might probably be long gone.

Who will put back smiles on my face.

And console me whiles she listens to my case.

Cos am caught up in this love maze.

And don't know which direction to pace.

I have surrendered, I know I've lost the race.

This is total love and heart defilement.

My heart is broken into several fragments.

And dispersed around at various displacements.

Who will magnetize the pieces together into one embodiment.

And leave with my previous joy and heart fulfillment.

This is a partial death.

But I hope to resurrect with a good birth.

Sweet Mistake

I've known her for less than a year.

Classic designers are what she wears.

With sparkling earrings  dangling in her ears.

So unique she stands visible even from the rear.

And emits radiations that makes me want to pull her near.

 she looks so sophisticated but dear .

To  approach her I had so much fear.

But was able to whisper tender love talks for her to hear.

Going out with her I bet she could take six beers.

And when she changes gears .

She could drive me like a steer.

She attracts me with her seductive looks and I can't remain in my seat.

Caressing her is just so passion explosive and sweet.

She drive me crazy till I can't stand anymore on my feet.

And during love making she never wants to quit.

She has  completely drained me of my strength while I sit.

But it's sad she will never even cook for me to eat.

For her, am just a piece of meat.

I can't dance anymore to the tune of her beat .

Am serious, no longer can I take this heat.

She used her big bucket.

To empty my big pocket.

My fat account is now slim like a diskette.

She packaged me into a basket .

And sold me for a penny on the market.

Before I realized she was a "multi-socket",

It was too late I woke up in a casket.

But thanks to prophet Bracket;

I would have been no where to be found.

In fact six feet under the ground.

In the confinement of a certain bound.

With which there's not a single pound.

Nor any noise, music or sound.

A horrible mistake I made in my first round.

But good I realized and put on a white gown.

SUNNY DAY @ THE BEACH.

The sun was high and scorchy.

The bay was wet and sandy.

The breeze was cool and windy.

The ocean was cold and blue.

And above it was a beautiful and clear blue sky.

The atmosphere was an exquisite one for leisure.

Which exposed a perfect picture of nature's harmonious beauty.

With the waves clapping at each other, moving "to and fro".

Summer thatches and coconut trees at the shore.

A sharp vertical cliff eastward the bay,

 and  canoes several meters  into the ocean.

So we sat in the summer thatch for shelter .

And there we shared our lunch together.

Our drinks were chilled and refreshing.

Her cooking, tasty and  palatable.

The breeze made her long hair danced at her back,

While her bikini exposed her bear back and the

 elegance of her  smooth chocolate skin.

Her eyes were sexy and attractive.

Her lips looked shiny in the lip gloss.

I couldn't help but stare at her in admiration.

"Why are you staring at me like that?", she asked.

"I'll show you why", I said.

Just when I was about to brush her wet moistured lips  with mine,

My alarm sounded "grin…grin…grin………. wake up_ time to go to work"

My GOD! It was a dream.

MENOPAUSE @ 21

Ah!!! She has grey hair but with no wisdom.

Her menses has ceased and she couldn't bear a son.

She carries herself about helplessly; always dependent on others.

She had menopause @ 21.

she has become blind to nature's beauty.

 she cannot hear the merry making of the harps

Nor the melancholic blues of the mourners .

She  hardly knows she's been left in the dew.

She had menopause @ 21.

She tastes not the difference between honey and vinegar.

The mice grows  fat on her left over food

While cockroaches play ''merry -go-round'' in her plates.

Mosquitoes dance ''harlem shakes'' in her drinking water.

She had menopause @ 21.

Her room is a discotheque and cemetery for all insects.

Her long nose cannot even alert her.

But wait,her mouth will never shut.

She had menopause @ 21.

Her grey hair is but a decoration over her head.

And her brain is a blow- hole;

As vacant as an empty vessel.

But to herself she knows it all .

She had menopause @ 21.

She tells all she knows about life,

But couldn't make life pay for her own price.

She had but a veneer of knowledge,

But gives the impression of having a timber of it.

Always with reference to her grey hair.

She does too much talking and too little listening.

She had menopause @ 21.

She has a flock of opinion ready to be given out.

Be a friend of her and have no desires of your own.

She died at a very ripe age,

But  was seen a coward in the eyes of society.

She had no property. Don't be like her,

She had menopause @ 21.

Keep your eyes and ears wide open but your mouth shut;

You have  brains in your mind;

A very authentic kind;

Use it to the benefit of mankind;

So you'd not be left behind;

Tell the world what you intend to find;

But first show it in a classic bind;

And refuse to go through life very blind.

She had menopause @ 21, will you follow in her FOOTSTEPS ?

THE BEAD STRING

The bead string, you the minute cord of unity.
With the simple mechanisms of yours we waited with no anxiety.
Thinking you were going to last till eternity,
You handled us around you with much dexterity.
Socializing us all irrespective of disparity.
Around you we lived in such security.
And in a circular order you brought us to close proximity.
Anytime you shook yourself, we all begin to dance to your ditty.
And when you distorted yourself we all lived in disunity.
Other strings tried to put us together but were all of travesty.
None proved suitable for us like your kind of authenticity.
You were so simple but you had some divinity.

Aaron

About The Poet

       Mr. Boateng Addo Aaron comes from Kukurantumi in the Eastern Region of Ghana West Africa. He was born to Mr. Boateng Patrick and Madam Beatrice Odonkor. He is currently Reading Marine Engineering in the Regional Maritime University_Accra Ghana, and hopes to graduate with a Bachelor of Science degree in November 2013. Even though he is an engineering student, his love for poetry which started way back in his junior high school days, will not make him relent in writing poetry, stories, motivational speeches etc.
       Mr Boateng Aaron is an idealistic,optimistic and innovative gentleman who believes that success is the reward for those who work hard and put their trust in God.He is a regular guest of "Open Air Theatre"_a poetry program which brings together all creative writers of Ghana to showcase their creative ability on radio.
      His special thanks goes to God Almighty for giving him the ability and strength to do this work. Next, he would like to say a special thanks to all of his family and friends, who helped to shape him in one way or the other. To his parents, grand parents_ Mrs Awurama Biney and Mr. Biney, to Ms Rosemond Anderson, Nana Beecham, Mr Nat Boateng to mention a few of all those who have helped him in one way or the other.May God Bless you all.
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