April's Open Secret

It is the first day of a brand-new 

A new dawn moonshines on us,

Causing rays of sunlight on our faces,

With every reflection of the new blessing.

The goddess Venus has opened a door,

Spreading love, growth, and fertility.

Her touch makes hearts and flowers soar,

Unfolding dreams in serenity.

April arrives with hands stretched wide,

Unlocking paths once left unseen.

New doors swing open, hopes collide,

With whispers of what’s yet to be.

Yet laughter drifts upon the air,

A day of jest both bright and sly.

April Fools—beware, take care,

For truth and trick may dance nearby.

But joy and wonder intertwine,

A month of promise, light, and cheer.

For in the mirth, the stars align,

And life’s best moments shine most clear.

Despite all the joy and the merry, irritations are birthed,

So you better beware, let your guard down

Before you fall victim to April’s jest,

A gentle way of welcoming the jest,

To the beauty of the month April.

HERE

Many voices and unheard songs  

Hovering on these empty streets  

Filled with many lucid dreams and hopes  

Unwritten stories and songs  

Flood these streets with no voice to utter  

But I chanced on one today  

Without a voice, he spoke  

And it kept playing somewhere in a corner of my mind  

With the lyrics written all over him  

He said  

"It was never my intention to be here  

I once had a voice but no story  

Or even a lyric to sing  

I was drenched in this happiness  

Until the roof caved in on me  

And everything came rushing down  

And now I have many songs of many colours to sing  

No matter how hard I scream  

The world wouldn't listen  

The world is deaf and I am dumb  

I may have to learn to walk on water without drowning  

Just to lead me out of these streets  

I have no home, I am not homeless  

Just that this hopelessness  

Has rendered me homeless  

The streets have sheltered me ever since my back got broken against the wall  

By the same hearts that built it  

So I fell from the skies only to find there was never a heaven on earth  

Because home was just an egg, it breaks too easily"

Title; HERE

A Poem Written By

S Kojo Frimpong 

© August 2020

The Serpents Song

I showed you the tree of life,

You fed yourself with the forbidden fruit

 Beautifully carved on the breast of the woman

 And death was the price of her feast 

I still do not get why man should be punished,

For following my lead. 

Even the Maker knows You were mortals

And no match for these honey lips 

But God always has a plan I suppose 

Man was made in His own image 

Yet man can never be like Him 

Not even me, the serpent can understand

 The way He flags His wings

 Across the secret skies.

Four Letters

 Love has four letters, and so does April, a month of love in abundance,

Where hatred grows because of its first-day prank,

And laughter spreads in our hearts from the jest we make.

In this month, strength is born, marking the beginning of all weakness,

For love flows deeper than in February’s embrace.

And cusps are born to exhibit the true powers of the cosmos,

Wielded by the sons and daughters of Aries and Taurus,

Who wore their birthday suits from the 19th to the 23rd,

Through the able eyes of astrological findings.

I am a 19th-born, somewhere between the 19th and 23rd,

Making me not only a cusp but also the fusion of fire and earth.

I therefore bear the cusp of power,

Where Aries’ fire meets Taurus' grounding force.

I lead, yet I follow the whispers of the wind.

I burn with fire, yet find solace in the calm of the soil.

Restless in spirit, yet patient in pursuit,

A warrior who fights, yet knows when to yield.

I am the spark that ignites and the ember that remains,

A force of chaos, yet a master of order.

I am both the storm and the shelter,

The beginning and the end—forever caught in between.

By S Kojo Frimpong 

Golden ; A Poem written by S Kojo Frimpong & Manuella Makafui Kudjo

 S Kojo Frimpong

In the land of the blind,

The one-eyed man is king.

In the land of the deaf,

Can we find the one who hears with only one ear?

Anybody can become king,

Only if everyone plays dumb.

But silence has a price to pay,

It is golden.

The price of our silence crowned a mad king—

One who can see, hear, and speak,

Yet is very blind, deaf, and dumb.

How can a kingdom strive?

Manuella Makafui Kudjo

When the king is more blind than the blind,

When the king is more deaf than the deaf,

When the king is more dumb than the dumb,

How can a kingdom strive?

When the king is more dead than the buried man,

And refuses to listen, see, and hear

From those who can see, hear, and talk,

All because the mad king perhaps thinks

He is better than the rest of his people.

King, listen!

The deaf pleads.

King, see!

The blind man begs.

The dumb man signs,

And together they cry, King, think!

Even the madman makes his point—

Why have a voice, sight, and hearing

When you cannot think, reason, and lead?

You lead your people to doom

With your foolishness.

If I cannot see, hear, or talk,

At least I can think.

But, unfortunately, my great king

Has a voice, eyes, and ears—

Yet he cannot think.

Why have eyes, ears, and a mouth

When it is the mind that controls them all….

What happens when it ceases to function?

IMMORTALITY

 Love is a universal antidote we all need to live forever

Without love we will all perish, love is all that kills us

Love is a slow killing drug that takes life in place of death

Wondering why? Allow me to show you how

Love is so strong that it makes you weak

So protective that it makes you vulnerable

Like a shield of the heart it allows it to crush so hard

Leaving it shuttered into many tiny pieces

Love is sweet, it is made of so much pain

Which can leave you wandering and crying in the rain

Love makes us see rainbows but making us blind

But in all things, don’t love if you want to die

Love if you want to live forever because that is all we need to live

Like I said in the first line, ignore the second and third line

And focus more on the last line I am about to pen down

Love kills you by making you live forever, love is immortality

Title: Immortality 

Written by S Kojo Frimpong

Back In The Days

 Back in the days, when everything used to be so green

I was just little by then and everything seemed too big

And now that I am old everything keeps getting bigger

Deep down inside my heart is an enormous sea of tears

With every blink of the eye it floods down like a river

Gushing out of my eye balls like a water fall with no fear

Whenever I reminisce about the very good old days

When everything used to be so green and the future so bright

But now looking forward into the past, there is nothing called future

And looking back into the future I see nothing called past all because

We are all living in the present and the past is long gone without a future

A poem written by S Kojo Frimpong